Feeling my own arousal reach a new height I let out a low growl of my own.
Staking my claim on her, finally.
Properly.
Knowing she’ll be mine now.
Thank the stars, she will be mine.
She gasps again, wanting to tell me something, but I can’t have enough of her mouth under mine, and in a moment we’re exploring each other with our mouths and tongues.
Both sets of our hands a close second once she runs them over me, marking her favorite spot in an instant, finding my hot and throbbing cock which she squeezes gently, her shuddering in my arms and letting me feel how close she is already.
Coming up for air, I press a gentle finger to her lips when she tries to speak again, telling her what I’ve wanted to from the moment I met her.
“I’m going to show you just how special you are, you hear me?” I ask her in a low whisper.
“I’m gonna eat your sweet pussy until you come on my face and then I’m gonna make you come even harder on my dick while you scream my name,” I growl, surprised by my own language but she doesn’t seem to mind a bit.
She nods stiffly, reaching for me again and moving her hand up and down my shaft, inhaling air sharply between her teeth, suddenly begging me to suck her sodden pussy.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy
My dad is only concerned about me, not angry. I get that.
He tells me so, apologizing for even calling me before the time we agreed on.
I promised I’d call him, but he has work so he’s calling me when he has free time.
No thanks to Marie, and dad being dad, not bitching about her either. Even though she deserves it.
“How’s the book conference?” he asks, trying to sound interested and catching me off guard as I fight to contain my squeal moment, wanting to shout to the whole world I just had dinner with Nathan Cartwright, let alone the fact I’m staying in the same hotel suite as him.
“It’s pretty good so far,” I tell him, forcing myself to sound almost bored, feeling my legs press together again though like I need the bathroom but I know it’s something more.
Something way more serious, and something only Nathan can cure me of.
Dad is swamped with work, and only calling to save me from calling him later, I remind myself.
I think.
“You sure everything’s alright?” he asks me. “You sound… happy. Like you’ve got a secret or won the lotto or something,” he teases me.
Can’t get anything past good old dad, but he doesn’t know the devil is in the details either.
The details I don’t even have yet.
“I’m just having a good time,” I remind him.
We talk about a bunch of other things, stuff the phone seems to allow where real life doesn’t.
I hear Nathan in the bathroom, taking a shower, and my heart sinks once I finally hang up speaking with my dad, realizing Nathan’s gone to his room without another word or look in my direction.
I notice my door is closed and start to fret that it’s me who’s sent him the wrong message by closing it in the first place.
Stupid thing, how was I to know it was gonna close all the way?
Lying awake for what feels like half the night, I berate myself for not following through on what I know was Nathan’s attempt at a first kiss.
But as the minutes roll on and the night thins, I start to doubt myself all over again.
How come he’s just not marching in here, finishing what he started, dammit?
And why aren’t I doing the same?
I could just walk right into his room, demanding we finish what we started. What we both know is right.
Fortunately, nature gives me the perfect excuse to leave my room and walk right by his.
I need to visit the little girl’s room in the middle of the night, and by the time I pass his door, I don’t feel quite so much like a little girl anymore.
More like a woman who needs something, and then I hear a tapping sound.
Like keystrokes on a laptop keyboard.
I know he’s up and I venture to ask if he’s awake.
Before long, he asks me in and I just fall apart. My need for him showing above all else.
Seeing him there in his bed, his bare muscled chest showing, looking over to me and asking me if I’m alright.
Doesn’t this man know the sheer effect he has on me just by existing?
Aware of it or not, he definitely does.
A profound and very deep effect on me, and it’s one I can’t hide any longer.
I feel myself tilting sideways, moaning his name as I swoon hopelessly wishing he’ll pick up where we left off earlier.
And he does. With that and oh so much more.
Before I can even squeak he scoops me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.