When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(50)
Another sound comes from me, and I almost lift my hips off the mattress when his thick, blunt head pushes into my * just a breath before he swipes it back up to my clit.
“Next time, I want your hands in my hair when I cover my chin with your wetness,” he muses and rubs the tip of his nose against mine while I feel him enter me again, this time almost an inch of him. My eyes widen and I gasp, earning a brief kiss from him when I’m able to keep my silence. “Hold on, Ember. I’m going to claim this *, and when you scream my name like a good girl, know that you’re giving me all of you when you take my come deep inside your body.”
He lifts up and looks down our bodies. After lining himself up and pushing the tip of him inside me, he brings the hand that had been holding his cock up, resting it on my collarbone. His eyes watch his hand as he trails it down until he is cupping the underside of my breast, his palm on top of my heart.
Then he looks up.
His fingertips press and flex before he lifts his hand and puts one finger right above my heart. “All of you,” he vows and thrusts himself inside me in one rough push. His thickness makes me see stars as the pain of his size mixes and swirls into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He doesn’t move, allowing me the needed time to get used to him, all the while holding me captive with eyes that are almost glowing with intensity.
When he pulls out, almost falling completely from my body, I mewl and whine, needing him back inside. The feeling is short-lived because, in the next breath, he is slamming back inside so hard that my bed slamming against the wall is louder than the scream that bursts from my throat. One side of his mouth tips up at my cry and then his lips are on mine as he continues to pound his cock inside my body. The bed protests with each and every thrust. He lifts up when another raw scream comes out of my mouth and cocks his head at me. I whine, not even ashamed of it, because the need to come has so much intensity driving its power that I know it won’t be long. My searching eyes plead with him.
“My f*cking name, Ember. Come on my cock and scream!” he bellows before lifting up and taking hold of my hips. While kneeling between my legs, he starts to f*ck me even harder. So hard that I’m not even sure I can scream; the force of my climax raging through my body is too powerful. My eyes water, not from pain, but because of the feelings he is bringing forth.
I want to declare that I’m his.
I want to demand that he is mine.
I want to scream for him to never stop.
I want to sob that I love him.
Instead, when I feel myself detonate into a million pieces, I open my mouth and do what I was told to do.
“NATE!” My voice breaks at the end, and I sob as I come, and come, and come. “Nate, Nate, Naaate,” I continue, unable to even think about saying anything but his name.
Just when the intensity almost becomes too much, I feel his rhythm falter before he gives one final thrust forward. His fingers dig into the tender flesh at my sides, but all that is forgotten when I feel him pulse inside me as the heat of his come enters my body.
My vision clears to a hazy fog when he falls and covers me with his weight. The feeling welcome and wanted. I look up and search his face, unsure what to say after that, but words aren’t needed, not when our bodies said everything for us. He adjusts his weight until he’s leaning on one elbow and turns my head to look at him with a gentle touch of his hand cupping my face.
“Ember,” he whispers, ghosting a kiss over my lips. “My Ember. I’m never letting go, baby. Not now. Not ever. And pretty soon, your head is going to catch up with your heart and you’re going to understand that. I meant it; I want all of you. I’m going to make it my mission to show you, prove to you, that I’m worthy of getting that gift from you again.” I open my mouth, not even sure what I’m going to say, but he just bends and gives me a slow, wet, and beautiful kiss.
A long while later, after he had switched us so that his back was to the bed and I was in his arms, I rested my head against his chest as he breathed slow and deep. Even in his sleep, he held me tightly, and at that moment, I knew he didn’t have anything to prove to me because my head had already caught up with my heart.
He’s had it since I was seventeen years old. Even when I thought it would never heal when he turned me away a year later, he still held it. He will always have all of me.
Always.
MONDAY
“I WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE to go,” I whisper against his chest, my body still coming down from the fourth climax he’s given me. We haven’t been able to get enough of each other since the first time he took me a week ago.
His arms tighten around me, and I feel him press his lips against the top of my head. He had just shown up a few hours earlier, right as I had been making my way out to the studio, and he took me roughly against the front door the first time until I was screaming out one hell of a hello.
The second time was when my back was on the couch; he held my legs apart as he kneeled on the floor between them.
The third was against my own hand as I swallowed every drop of him as he pulsed in my mouth.
And the last, we had finally made it to where we are now, a tangle of sweaty limbs in my bed.
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” he agrees. “I thought it would be easier to spend less time at Dirty now that we have Dent on as a manager, but things have just been crazy. I shouldn’t complain, but f*ck, I would rather be here with you than doing a bunch of paperwork.”