PULSE (Part Four)(17)

"If I come over here just to get f*cked once a week, that's okay?" I lean back on his bed and let the pleasure rip through me.
He shakes his head slightly and the sensation pushes me closer to the edge. "You need to come over every f*cking day."
I chuckle at the idea. "This is so good," I moan through parted lips. "Please, lick it like that."
He shifts his large body and cups my ass in his palm so he can lick me harder. "So good."
"I'm going to come." I don't need to say it. I know he can feel it. I know he senses it just by the way my body tenses when he's touching me.
"Slow down," he pants as he licks my folds softly. "I don't want you to come yet."
"Nathan." I pull on his hair causing him to wince. "Please, lick me harder."
"I'd give anything to do this every day. Let me wake up to this, Jessica. This is my heaven." He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard.
I race to the edge with an uninhibited scream. "Oh, God. Nathan." I can't control the words. I can't control the way it feels.
He crawls up my body so he's hovering above me. "I was tested." The words are foreign and misplaced in the moment. "Let me f*ck you like this."
I look down at his engorged cock. "No." I can't. I won't.
"I haven't f*cked anyone else in months, Jessica. Jesus, please. Give me this," he's pleading. His voice is coarse and rough from want. "You have to take the f*cking pill. Tell me you do."
I nod as I stare at his cock. I want to feel it like that too. "Do you have proof?" Did I really just ask that right now?
"Proof that my dick is clean?" He's leaning back on his heels now. One hand is slowly stroking his cock, the other circling my clit.
"Yes," I moan as he pushes his index finger into me. "Oh, yes."
"You don't believe that I'm clean?" He groans as he slides another finger next to the first. "You're so f*cking tight I can't stand it."
"You say things…" I can't talk. I'm close to coming again already. "You say things…"
"You're so smooth and slick." His eyes are blazing with desire as he kneads his fingers within me. "I want so much to shoot my load in this beautiful body so you can feel my cum inside of you."
"Nathan." The shamelessness of his words spurs me closer. "Don’t say that."
"I've never filled any woman with my cum before." His breath is on my lips now. "I want to with you. Let me, Jessica."
I push my hips from the bed to grab more of him. I want him to take me to the edge again. I need to come. "Christ, Nathan."
"This is all mine." He clenches his hand around and in my sex. "Mine." The animalistic growl that flows through the word sends me into the center of an intense orgasm. I cling to his body as I scream out his name.

Chapter 19

"Here." A piece of paper flutters past my face as he sits down across from me in the mid-town bistro.
"What's this?" I scan it quickly with my eyes.
"My ticket to ride you without a saddle." He cocks a brow as he reaches across the table to steal a bite of my fruit salad. "Nice of you to wait to order until I got here, Jessica."
"You're late." I hold the paper steady so I can read every line. "Is this your test results?"
"I was in court." He pulls the entire bowl across the table and steals the spoon from my hand. "I'm so hungry."
"These are your test results?" I ask again. I can't believe he actually got a copy of them to give to me.
"I want in that." He waves the spoon towards my body. "I want in it without any barriers. That's the golden ticket right there."
"You were serious?" I thought he was half-joking the other night when he talked about f*cking me without a condom. "You want to have sex without a condom?"
"Where's the waiter? I need a drink." He surveys the entire span of the room in mere seconds.
"Bourbon doesn't go with fruit salad."
"Bourbon goes with everything, Jessica."
I glance at the paper again. "This makes me nervous."
He scratches the tip of his nose and raises a brow. "My cock makes you nervous? You haven't been shy around it up to this point."
"What if I don't want to?" I push back. "What if I say we can't?"
He stops eating and places the spoon down on the table. "Then we don't." There's no emotion in the statement.
"Just like that? We just don't."
"Jessica." His hand snakes towards mine. "Listen to me. Jessica, listen."
I smile at his insistence that I listen. He always does that when he's got something important to say. "I'm listening, Nathan."
"I would never…" He pulls in a heavy breath and squeezes my hand tightly. "I would never do anything with you that you didn't want. Ever."
"You say that but… but I don't know." I don't know. I want to believe him. I wish I could believe him. "I feel like you push me sometimes. You want things I'm not ready for."
"Listen to me." He stands and throws his linen napkin on the table before he kneels down next to me. "Please, Jessica, just hear this one thing."
I stare down at his calm, beautiful blue eyes. His face is unshaven and his hair a mess from the wind. He's so gorgeous. He's more striking than the night I met him. "What?"