Every love, p.10
Every Love, page 10
“Thanks,” I tell him ogling him a little, too. “Wanna eat?” I ask snapping out of my fantasy.
“Sure, I brought Italian, I hope that’s okay?”
“It’s great. I told you, I love all food.”
“You really have no favorites though?” he asks, as I pull out a few plates.
“No, I really do love everything. It sounds crazy, but I can’t think of anything that I don’t like.”
Nate opens the to-go containers, and right away the smell invades my senses. He keeps looking at me and not just in my eyes, but he’s scanning my body, like he’s mentally fucking me right here.
“Do you want to eat outside or in?” I ask, trying to sound completely normal, but that look he keeps giving me is making me feel far from normal. It’s making me hot, very hot, and turned on.
What Nate so easily does to my body and my mind is something that I’ve never experienced with anyone. It makes me hopeful that things with him could be different.
“Outside is cool with me,” he says.
We make our plates, then put the extra food in the oven before heading outside. Nate somehow juggles both his plate and wine in one hand and slides the door open for me. We sit to eat, both of us locking eyes on the other. I can tell that neither of us are in the mood for our dinner. Nate’s eyes keep looking me up and down. Clearly, he wants what he wants. It’s one of the many qualities that I like about him, that he’s not afraid to hide what he’s into. Struggling to not jump into things too quickly, I make a lame attempt to start a normal conversation.
“Did I tell you I talked to the other realtor about your closing date?”
He shakes his head shoveling a huge bite of food into his mouth.
“It looks like we can close on the 13th of the month.”
“Damn, that’s fast. Thank you, El.”
I try to stop myself from blushing when he calls me El. “Is your mom happy that you got the place?”
He nods his head taking a drink of his wine. His strong hand wraps all the way around the glass.
“Yeah she is, but is that really what you want to talk about tonight?”
I set my fork down, knowing that I can no longer eat. My heart is pounding, rushing blood throughout my body. I really don’t want to talk about work, or his house. I want to talk about why he’s here and what tonight is really going to be about. But how do I do that, when I’m scared of saying the wrong things? Dating or whatever we are doing is all new to me again; I just don’t know how to be.
Leaning back in my chair, I watch him eat while I sip my wine. He’s content with me not answering him, and in this moment it gives me time to think. We both know why he’s here. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife, so I take a deep breath and follow my gut. No more talking, or thinking, or mind fucking. Automatically, my hand moves to my dress and I unbutton the top button. His eyes follow my hand, carefully watching what I am doing.
He drops his fork and wipes his face with his napkin. “Do it again,” he demands.
“You first,” I challenge him, but he shakes his head and moves his hand to his pants where his very apparent cock is straining to be free. He grabs a hold of it through the rough fabric of his jeans and moves his hand. Watching him touch himself like this sparks me to move. So I obey and slowly slip the soft black fabric of each button off, until finally, I’m at the last one. I glance around, but as usual there is no one in the yards on either side of me and behind my house is open space.
“Stand up.”
I do as he asks, pulling the fabric to the sides of my body so he can see me. Granted, I still have a bra and panties on, but clearly he’s into what he sees. Exhaling loudly he says, “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” I respond and he gestures me to him. I comply, stopping when my thigh touches his. He licks his lips as if he wants to eat me.
“I’m going to touch you, okay?”
I nod my head in agreement. My heart pounding so hard that I’m afraid it might stop. Looking down, I watch his soft hand find my thigh. He clenches the outside and gradually moves his way up, ’til it’s on my hip. I love watching him. There is a need inside of him, a hunger like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Sitting up in his chair, Nate takes his other hand and does the same thing. Only this time, he slides it behind me, ’til he has a firm hold on my ass.
I tilt my head back. My whole body quivers and I’m surrounded by a sense of security. It’s something I haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at him, he’s so genuine and beautiful. As much as I want to rush things with him…I don’t. I let Nate take the lead staying in this moment with him.
With both of my hands fiercely holding Elania’s flawless body, I actually think I might pass out. Everything inside of me trembles and I remind myself to take this slow. It’s hard because all I want is to lay her across this table and fuck her senseless. But instead, I give her ass a small squeeze, then snake my hand into her underwear. Her eyes change a pinch and I think it’s because I’ve caught her off guard.
Taking my time, I move my hand down ’til it rests against her sex. She barely has any hair and I like that. Automatically, I stand, looking down at her with pure, unadulterated passion. Pulling my pants down, I free my straining cock and scoot her panties to the side. She’s watching everything that I’m doing, breathing so heavily that I can feel it on my chest. Taking my hard dick, I separate her hot cunt and indulge in her wetness, rubbing her so softly. We are outside in her backyard and the fact that someone could see us turns me on.
Her head falls back the instant I begin to work her. Touching her this way is heaven, my cock, her pussy. She makes the sexiest noises that I’ve ever heard. They are so light, but I can tell she’s really into it. The sound almost brings me to my knees, but we are outside and I don’t want to push things. Pulling my pants back up, I kiss her mouth and turn her body around, directing her inside.
She walks eagerly, listening to me like a good girl. I’m not sure where to take her, but thankfully she walks upstairs. I follow, still not letting go of her body. My hands are everywhere, feeling every bit of her that I can.
I want to see her; feeling her isn’t enough. The second that we step into her room I pull her dress off. It hits the floor and she looks back at me with a smirk on her face. Her blue lace thong and matching bra just happen to be in my favorite color.
Grabbing my shirt, she begins to unbutton it. I hesitate for half of a second. No one has seen my scars other than my parents and doctors. When I’ve been with Andrea, I’ve always left my shirt on. I’m worried of Elaina’s reaction, and fear it could trigger a setback for me. Taking my hands, I place them over hers. She stops and looks at me. “What’s the matter?” she asks.
I can’t bring my eyes to hers as I answer. Self-consciousness takes over and I’m unsure how to respond to her. Why didn’t I think about this? My breathing quickens and I close my eyes.
“Tell me, Nate,” she whispers, kissing my chest through my shirt, over the spot of one of the scars. I tense. She looks up at me and I pull one of my hands away, cupping her head. She leans in to my touch, turning and kissing my palm. I close my eyes, just needing a minute to pull my shit together. My mind is racing, dragging me back to some of the moments of torture I endured, but I won’t go there. I open my eyes to stay in this moment with Elania.
“I…I have a lot of scars,” I exhale finishing the sentence struggling to get the words out.
“It’s okay, Nate,” she says so simply. “Trust me, please.”
Very slowly, I drop my hands to my sides, knowing that I can’t let my own insecurities ruin this time for us. Listening to her words, I let go of my fears and watch Elania continue to painstakingly unbutton my shirt. I do trust her. She knows some of what I went through, and even with just a piece of the puzzle, understands me differently that any woman I’ve ever known. Finishing with the last button, she looks at my body, her actions going way too slowly for the anxiety building around my lungs. My heart races, my scars don’t seem to bother her as she walks around me. A sudden blast of relief hits me and her acceptance nearly buckles my knees. I was so worried for nothing.
My hands move to hers, intertwining our fingers. She stands behind me and I stay frozen. “El, you are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she responds, squeezing my fingers, leaning in, kissing one of my scars. My breathing stops and I’m astounded by the rush of security this simple move brings. She pulls her hands away from mine and continues around me again moving her hand down and unzipping my pants.
I’m immobile watching her lips move all over me. She urges me to walk the few steps backwards to the bed. I comply, liking that she’s taking the lead. “Sit,” she orders, pulling both my pants and boxers down. My cock springs free, angry and needing attention.
She bites her bottom lip and clenches my cock, kneeling in front of me. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Right away it pops open, and eagerly I help her get it off. I can’t wait to see her tits. Proudly, she shows them to me grabbing a handful of one, but it only lasts for half of a second, and then she engulfs me. Her warm mouth wraps so fiercely around my shaft. I grunt out, my balls instantly tightening. I’ve imagined her sucking me off since the moment we met.
Watching her on her knees in front of me, nearly naked, is so fucking hot. With each jerk of her hand in sync with her lips wrapped around me, she makes tiny noises as she works my shaft with her soft lips. I move one of my hands to her hair and brush it over to one shoulder. Now I can see all of her, especially her tits, so big and full, moving along with her.
She catches me by surprise, reaching down with her free hand and touching herself. She’s so content, having her lips around my cock and her hand pleasing herself. But it’s not enough for me. I want to work her pussy. I want to see it and feel the inside of her. I hold her face and she looks up at me.
“My turn?” I ask.
She smiles, giving me a few more strokes and kisses the head of my shaft.
“I love your mouth,” I tell her as I help her stand up.
“I love your cock,” she responds staring down at me. I take my pants and shoes off, but leave my prosthetic on. I want to be able to give her anything, depending on how she wants me to fuck her. “You can take it off,” she says, further surprising me.
I stare at her bemused and ask, “Are you sure?”
She nods her head, saying, “Yeah, I want you to be comfortable. Your body is so sexy.”
I acquiesce to her request, even though I feel uneasy removing my prosthetic. She accepts me, which is something I love. She watches me, and once I am completely naked, she steps to me. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, her pussy right in front of my face. There is nothing separating us, except for her blue underwear, a tiny streak of wetness running down the front. She wants me.
Taking my time, I go as slow as she did and weave my fingers into the sides of her panties. But before I pull them down, I kiss along her stomach and the inside of her thighs. She smells like heaven, a scent that at any moment could easily bring me to my knees. It’s nothing that I have ever smelled before. Finally, I land one last kiss on her sex.
She whimpers, watching me slide the thin lace down her legs. Her pussy is just as gorgeous as I imagined, with a thin strip of hair and nothing else but pure soft skin. I lean right in and lick her, separating her lips with my tongue, teasing her back and forth.
I grip her leg, pulling it towards me and guide her to straddle me on top of the bed. It gives me more access to fully wrap my mouth around her as she hovers over me. She cries out in bliss and grips my hair as I relish in her taste. Her noises are a powerful combination, something different than what I’m used to. She’s consistent and even, this all telling me what I’m doing is exactly what she wants.
My cock throbs, aching for attention and needing to release all the pent up anticipation that has built up from being with Elania. I don’t stop my movements though – pleasing her is too much of a reward to care about myself. I’ll wait, pushing her body to the edge. Holding her against my face. Then right as she begins to shudder and is about to give herself over to me, she stops and pulls away.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned that I did something.
“Nothing,” she says and straddles my lap. Her hot cunt hovers over me. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to slam into her. “Are you okay without a condom? I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone for months.”
I agree, knowing that I only want to be with her from now on, and every time I was with Andrea we used a condom. I wouldn’t bend the rules there, but with El, she could ask me to do just about anything and I would do it.
She wraps her arms around my neck, rubbing herself against me. The friction is finally too much. I need her, dammit. Reaching down, I grip myself in search of her opening. She helps me and I nuzzle right in, losing my breath, the inside of her, so warm, so flawless and tight. She starts to move slowly, keeping our bodies close. Both of us are tangled together from head to toe. Hands explore every ounce of each other’s bodies. Lips leave wet kisses anywhere they can.
Fuck, she’s amazing. With every shred of control I have, I fight coming so soon. Then she pushes me back and says, “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Nate.” I quirk a brow at her, waiting to see what she’s going to do.
Watching her above me, there’s a different look in her eye, something that I haven’t seen yet. Reaching up, I grab one of her tits; she pushes her breast into my hand while twisting her hair up and out of her way. Then holding it on top of her head with both of her hands, she starts to move. Only now, she’s just out of my reach. But I couldn’t give two shits, watching the way she rocks her body against mine, burying my dick so deep inside of her. When she moves her hips back and forth, I swear I’ve reached a new level of hardness.
For the first time in a long time, I am comfortable, in my mind, in my body, and I can simply relax and just be in the moment. Moving both of my hands behind my head, I watch her eyes follow my biceps as they flex, resting back. She picks up speed and it sets me off. Finally, she drops her hair, bracing her weight against my chest and bobbing her ass up and down, drawing out hard, long movements. I meet her thrust for thrust, moving my ass up and down, grunting as I fuck her. She likes it rough, that much is clear, so I drill her as deep as she can handle.
“Yes, Nate!” she screams.
“You like my cock?” I ask her breathlessly.
“Ahhhhhhhh, fuck. Yes. Yes,” she chants and then convulses on top of me, screaming out in pleasure. Her skin turns pink and her eyes roll back in her head. I watch as long as I can. My balls are fiercely tight, screaming for their release and then on their own, without me controlling them, they let go. My body arches back and I yell, pumping my cum into her. I shiver in ecstasy, sharp, hollow breaths following the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t stop myself from moving.
Still pumping my hips, I open my eyes to the sight and feeling of her lips all over my body. Typically, one orgasm is all I need, but with Elania, I need more of her. Instantly, I flip her over and lift her body against mine, crawling us to the center of the bed. As I gently lay her back down, I begin to move and she wraps her legs around me. We stay close this time, my cock nestled deeply, her body my own paradise.
“Will you stay the night?” I ask Nate apprehensively, my naked body wrapped around his and he answers right away, “Of course,” calming all of my worries. Nate is different than anyone I’ve ever been with and for once it doesn’t seem that the relationship is based on just sex. He seems to really care for me.
He holds me tighter, and my breathing has finally calmed down after we endured what was the most amazing sex ever. I’ve never had someone worship my body the way that he did, and having him do so was such a turn on. He cared solely about my pleasure, making me come again and again, and each time I did, he did. It’s as if our bodies already know each other so well.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers into my hair, leaving a small kiss. My heart speeds up, slamming against my chest. I don’t know where this is going with him. I’m not sure if I will end up hurt in the end, but with words like that, I’m willing to take the risk.
I remind myself to keep my guard up. He’s been through a lot of shit just like I have and that makes him potentially unstable. As much as I want to trust that this is the relationship I’ve been looking and hoping for, I have to be careful. Pushing away all of the negative thoughts, I simply enjoy being in his arms. Christ, he’s got a tight hold on me and I love it.
“What was that?” I ask, hearing a strange noise.
He looks down at me and smiles. “My stomach.”
“Really?”
He nods his head. “I’m starving. I eat like a horse. I have to, to stay this big. I get hungry a lot – you’ll learn that about me.” Reaching down, he squeezes my ass. “I could eat this right now. It’s so enticing.”
I can’t contain my laugh and roll over.
“What’s so funny?” he asks pinning me down. I shake my head, still giggling at him. “Tell me dammit,” he says tickling me.
“I’ve never had anyone compliment my ass before. It’s small and flat. There’s nothing to it.”
“Nonsense; it’s fucking gorgeous.”
“That’s sweet. Can I ask you something?”
He nods his head.
“What does ‘giving us a try’ mean to you?” I ask him, my pussy tight, already ready for him to work it again.
“I wanna see where this can go. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to fuck you whenever, and take you out, or keep you in, to do with you as I please. That is…if you’ll have me.”
“I’ll have you, Nate. Just don’t hurt me. I went through hell with my last break-up.”
“I would never hurt you. Trust me, if anyone knows about heartache, it’s me.”
I smile and kiss him. We get lost for a moment and then his stomach growls again. “Come on, let me cook for you.”
