The Love Boat - Page 14

I gasp again, completely taken by surprise by his bold move, but I don’t mind in the slightest. It feels so good to have him inside me that I can barely remain standing, my legs are trembling. His other hand explores my heavy breasts, his forefinger, and thumb working at the bud of my nipple, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine.

I shiver in his arms. I’m so overwhelmed by the pleasure of what he’s doing to me.

How did we get here? How did I get so freaking lucky?

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans. “I love it, Tara.”

I know I should make him stop. I know that we shouldn’t be doing this. Not when I know how my dad will react. We’re starting something we can’t finish, something that will ruin us somewhere down the line…

But I’m not thinking about that right now. Because now that we’ve started this, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping. With his fingers inside me and his mouth lowering to suck on my nipple, I’m experiencing pure ecstasy for the first time in my life. I couldn’t tell him to stop now even if I wanted to.

His fingers move deeper inside me and his thumb begins to caress my clit, sending even more pleasure ricocheting through every part of my body. I moan without abandon. I had no idea it was possible to feel this good.

Now I can see why sex drives people to do crazy things. I’d do anything for him right now. I’d live for him, die for him. I finally feel like I’m where I’m meant to be, right here, pressed against his bedroom door with him pleasuring me like no other man ever could.

I’m shivering hard now, closing in on an orgasm. It’s so quick, but I can’t help it. It feels too good for me to stop the inevitable. He seems to realize that I’m close because he growls deeply and delves deeper inside me, earning a cry of pleasure from my lips. I bet anyone in the adjacent rooms could hear us right now, in the throes of passion, but I don’t care one bit. I came here looking for adventure, and it looks like I came to the right place.

“Oh God, Nate!” I cry out and suddenly, the world explodes with fireworks. My vision blurs as the pleasure takes over, making my knees knock, my heart stopping for one fleeting moment. I gasp for air, but there doesn’t seem to be enough. The pleasure has me buckling under its weight, leaving me a panting mess.

But Nate doesn’t appear to be finished with me.

I gasp as he scoops me up in his strong arms like I weigh nothing. I thought I’d be far too heavy for him, but he makes it seem so easy as he walks over to his king sized bed. He sets me down and I lie there, staring up at him in awe.

I watch as he tears his shirt off like an animal, casts it to one side, and then descends on me, kissing my lips hard and then making his way down my body, closer and closer to my forbidden place.

He growls again, drawn in by my sopping wet slit. He seems desperate in his actions like he can’t wait a single minute longer to have me.

It makes me feel so sexy, so wanted, even wetter between my legs, and I was certain that wasn’t possible.

He tears my panties away finally, exposing my hot sex to him. I feel almost embarrassed, exposed to him like this, but he licks his lips, hungry for me, and I relax a little. I have to remember that he wants this as much as I do.

We’re both here for the same thing.

And I’m going to give it to him.

He gruffly parts my legs, making room for his big body between my thighs, kissing just over my mound, making me squirm with anticipation. I need him right this second, even though he’s just given me pleasure like no other, my first climax. It’s not enough.

It’ll never be enough.

I need to be here with him, always, in an endless cycle of pleasure.

He positions his face between my legs and kisses up my thighs gently, making me squirm, fanning the flames of my desire and need. He knows how badly I want it, how badly I need it, but he still takes his sweet time.

He looks up at me just before his lips meet my sex, and I forget how to breathe once again. How is he doing this to me?

He dives right in. His tongue feels different from his fingers. It’s a more intimate, more sensual type of pleasure.

I gasp quietly, laying back on the bed to enjoy the change in sensation.

“You taste so fucking amazing. I knew you would,” he growls, unable to stop himself from diving right back in. I watch his tongue dance over me expertly. He clearly knows what he’s doing, because he’s driving me wild with his touch in just seconds. As his tongue circles my clit, I grip the sheets beneath me, my pleasure unable to be contained.

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