He carries me over to the bed and lays me down, looking deep into my eyes like I’m the only thing that matters to him anymore.
I know this because he tells me so.
“I want you, Lucy, and I meant it before like I mean it now,” he says with intensity before our mouths lock.
If the feeling of him holding me in his huge arms is too much to bear, the sensation of his kiss mixed with his firm grip on me is sending me into overdrive.
Times that by a hundred when I realize he’s not only naked, but his huge length is within my reach and I waste no time in finding its hot stiffness as I start to pump him with my hands out of reflex.
My heart is thumping so hard against my ribs, the sound of my pulse in my ears is like rushing waves.
I can feel something inside me wanting out. A feeling I’ve never had before and try as I might when I try and explain things to Nathan again, when I try and tell him, he only tells me how much he wants me.
Promising me everything and more as he describes what he’s about to do to me and my now drenched pussy.
I surrender to him completely, begging him to eat me out now. Not even caring how it sounds when I say it out loud.
The effect on him is instant, and he’s more than obliging as he pulls my sodden panties to one side and launches me into orbit, his hot mouth over my even hotter mound as I grip his hair with both hands.
His huge hands shift under my rear and lifting me up like his favorite meal to those lips, I feel myself start to buck and grind against him rhythmically as his tongue swirls around my slick heat, freeing my stiff clit from its hood in one movement while his hands knead my ass and pull me harder against him.
The dessert he promised himself, and the one I’m more than happy to be there for his huge appetite.
I’m moaning his name long before that magic dick of his is anywhere near me, feeling the pressure inside me building up in time with the growing heat he draws from me. Like water from a well.
He can sense my own needs as much as he can my feelings, and after I hear myself whimpering, knowing I can’t hold it from him much longer.
I try to tell him so, but he only lifts his mouth off me long enough to instruct me.
“Come for me, Lucy. Let me taste all of you,” he groans, the command acting like a key that breaks the lock on everything for me.
My body stiffens and I feel my emotions go too. All my shy, self-conscious fears evaporate under the heat of my first real climax at the hands of the man I know I’m in love with.
Hell, he could be a five foot balding toothless hobo for all I care. Any man who can deliver this much pleasure to a woman…
But he’s not. He’s Nathan Cartwright and the most perfect specimen of a man in every sense. The perfect man for a woman.
And that’s what I feel like, for the first time in my whole life. A real woman, as he guides me up to and through the gates of a monumental orgasm I know he appreciates as much as I do.
He groans and grunts with as much pleasure as I do, feeling the tension in my body release, every feeling in my soul renewed under him.
It’s some time before the aftershocks subside, and Nathan moves up to snuggle with me, pulling the covers over us both as I try to find words.
“I… I’ve never done this before,” I hear myself stammer in a near whisper, reaching for his hands as they clutch my body closer to his.
He lets out another low sound, satisfied beyond words but asks me to tell him what I figure he must already know is true.
“I’m...I’m a virgin,” I tell him, feeling a second wave of relief. Not feeling ashamed or inadequate when he sighs with contentment.
“I’m glad,” he whispers, kissing my neck before finding my mouth with his again, kissing me so tenderly that I feel myself melting all over again.
This effect he has on me, it’s not a one-off thing. It feels like it’s getting more intense with each second of his touch.
“You’re not mad?” I hear myself ask him as if being a virgin is the worst thing in the world, but I do feel myself tense up but only for a moment as I wonder if he wants to go all the way right this minute.
I mean, he’s a man after all and has his own needs, right?
But he only smiles to himself, kissing me on the forehead before tucking me closer to his huge body and cuddling me.