I came, screaming, back arching and fingers scrambling against the sheets. My entire body shook with the intensity of my orgasm and for a moment I was lost, gone in the perfect pleasure of it all. When I came back to earth, Nathan was crawling up the bed to capture my mouth, his fingers slick against my breath, his tongue tasting of me, intimately me.

God, this man. He was so fucking gorgeous, those wide shoulders flexing with well-earned muscles, that six-pack of abs I wanted to get drunk on, and fuck, everything that was still hidden from me beneath his pants. I wanted it all.

I reached for his zipper and this time he didn’t push my hands away, lifting his hips so I could free his cock. It was hot and huge against my hand and though I wanted nothing more than to have him plunge himself deep inside of me, I couldn’t resist lowering my head and wrapping my mouth around it, tasting the salt and slickness of his desire.

“Sophie,” he moaned, falling back on the bed. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I smiled against his cock. Nothing was better than making him feel this way. Nothing. But before I lavished any true attention on it, Nathan was rolling me over, pinning me to the bed, our naked bodies sliding against each other, his hand reaching down to tempt my aching clit.

I rocked my hips against his palm, his fingers tormenting me. But it wasn’t enough this time. I needed more.

“I need you inside me,” I moaned, protesting when he rolled away from me. But he was back in a flash, ripping the wrapper off a condom and rolling the latex down his throbbing length. Planting my feet on the bed, I parted my knees for him, ready, oh so ready. Quickly he settled between my legs, his thick cock pressing against my wet opening. He rubbed the ridge of it slowly against me and I moaned, my toes digging into the bed. I wanted to pull the weight of him against me, the length of him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot everything but how good his body felt.

But he was taking it slow. Too slow.

I growled, reaching down with the intent of guiding him inside of me, but he pulled my hand away, pinning it, along with my other arm, above my head.

“Be patient,” he chided, though I could see it was taking enormous effort on his part to hold back. The muscles in his neck were thick cords of intensity.

“I don’t want to be patient,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want you to fuck me. Now!”

The heat in Nathan’s eyes exploded and I could see the moment he lost control. With a groan, he pulled away from me and then, before I could take another breath, plunged his cock deep.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my head falling back on the bed as he slid all the way inside of me. It was tight and hot and so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Sophie.” Nathan’s voice was a groan in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so goooooooood.”

“Fuck me, Nathan.” My hands clawed at his hips, reaching back and gripping that same ass I had been admiring since I first laid eyes on it. It felt amazing in my hands. “Fuck me now.”

And he did. Pulling back, he slammed into me again, our bodies wet and slick against each other. With each thrust I felt the tension build in my belly, that aching tightness waiting to be released. Nathan fucked me, harder and harder, the bed springs screaming beneath us, as I gave myself up to the sensation of his gorgeous, perfect body sliding in and out of mine.

His mouth found mine, our tongues mimicking the thrust and slide of the rest of our bodies, his hands clutching blindly at my breasts, my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

Then without warning, with his cock deep inside me, Nathan gripped my hips and smoothly rolled onto his back. I threw back my head, feeling the complete length of him stroking me.

“Sophie,” he barely managed to choke out as I began to ride him, rolling my hips to push him deeper and deeper inside of me. His head fell against the sheets and I had the most perfect view of the most beautiful man as he thrust his body up to meet mine. The muscles in his neck were tense as I lifted myself and came back down harder and deeper.

My breasts bounced with each movement, Nathan’s fingers tight against my hips. I leaned forward, seeking his mouth as I felt tension rising in my belly. His hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my tight, pearled nipples as his lips met mine. Everywhere our bodies touched was hot and wet and perfect.

Wrapping his arms around my back, in a testament to his strength, Nathan eased up towards me, until I was nearly sitting in his lap, his cock going impossibly deep inside of me. I moaned, racking my nails down his back as he leaned his head down and drew a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped me lightly and I shuddered, clenching my teeth. The pressure was almost too much and I could feel my release on the horizon. My hips were moving as if I had no control over them, rolling wildly against his cock, wanting to feel nothing but him against me.

Then, without warning, I was on my back again and Nathan was the one setting the pace. He thrust into me again and again until there was nothing but the sound of our bodies coming together echoing in my ears and the sensation of him filling me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in his touch, in his command of my body.

“Come for me,” Nathan whispered in my ear and just as it had been before, that was what pushed me over the edge. Only this time when I fell, screaming and shuddering, Nathan followed immediately after.

***

Afterward we lay there, our bodies wet and heaving, my mind devoid of all thoughts except “Fucking hell, I want to do that again.”

Nathan raised his head, his hair stuck to his damp forehead in the most adorable way and grinned at me, also in the most adorable way. My heart twisted. I had fallen for him, I thought, as he trashed the condom and crawled back into bed, gathering me up against his gorgeous chest. And I didn’t even care anymore, I realized as I fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“You know,” he said, looking at me from the bed the next morning, sheets gathered around his waist, hands behind his head. “I always thought the girls-in-a-jersey thing was kind of a cheesy move. But I gotta say, seeing you in my number is the hottest fucking thing ever.”

I had gotten out of bed, pulled on his jersey and my black lace panties and nothing more. And it was that sight that had woken Nathan from a sleep deeper than the dead real quick.

“Oh really?” I blushed, but tried to play it cool. “Why’d you send it if you thought it was so cheesy?”

Nathan reached out, but I dodged his hand.

“Chris suggested it. And I think I’m going to have to send him a fruit basket or something because damn.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I told him, pulling my hair into a messy bun, knowing that the gesture would pull the jersey up, revealing the lace panties Nathan had barely had a chance to see last night before they were pulled away with my jeans. He moaned.

“Come here,” he growled.

“You have to meet your family,” I reminded him, but came over to the side of the bed anyways. I was tempting fate but I didn’t much care at that moment.

“They’ll understand if I’m late,” he said, stretching his hand towards me, but I was just a little too far for him to reach.

“I don’t want them to think I’m a bad influence on you,” I teased, shrieking as he leapt up and grabbed me around the waist, pulling back into bed. He rolled us across the sheets until he was on top, his magnificent body pressing down on mine.

“You are a bad influence,” he whispered, dropping kisses along my neck. I leaned my head back so he could have better access. “And I love it.”