Fight with Me
Page 29

 Kristen Proby

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I pull my hand out of his grasp again and he scowls, about to say something, but I brush my fingertips down his cheeks, hold his jaw in my hands and look at his face. I can feel my own war of words and emotions playing out in my head, moving across my own face. Finally, Nate takes my wrist in his hand and plants a kiss in the palm, looking up at me.
“Talk to me,” he whispers.
I straddle his lap and rest my bottom on his knees. He links my fingers in his and I stare down at them, resting in his lap between us.
“Hey,” he whispers again, “Julianne, talk to me.”
I look into his eyes, and whisper, “I guess I finally realized today how much you could hurt me.”
“Oh, baby.” He pulls me against him, wraps his arms around me and I bury my face in his neck, breathing in his clean, sexy scent. “Same goes here. Watching you walk out of my office today, knowing that I’d hurt you, not knowing where you were… It tore me up. I am sorry. I promise, no more secrets.”
He kisses my hair and I kiss his neck, his smell intoxicating me, and I just know that I need him, right now.
I nibble up to his ear, pushing his beautiful hair out of my path. His hands glide down my back to my ass, and he pulls me more tightly against him, pushing the erection still hidden in his slacks against my core.
“I need you,” I whisper into his ear and fire surges through me as he growls in response. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nibble my way down his jaw and kiss him, lightly at first, just teasing his lips with my own. My eyes are on his, blue to gray. He pushes one hand in my hair, tilting my head and directing the kiss, taking it deeper, as he spreads his other hand across my lower back, pressing me more tightly against him.
I sit back and pull my blouse over my head and Nate makes quick work of my bra. When my breasts are freed, he takes one swollen, puckered tip into his mouth and pulls gently, then pays the same attention to the other breast. I can’t help but lean back, pressing my center harder against him.
Finally, he stands, sets me on my feet and strips me of my pants and thong. I help him out of his work shirt and pants, and then he lifts me, his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, and continue kissing him with a desperate fervor. I can’t get enough of this man’s mouth. It’s magic.
Nate walks us over to the wall and as my back hits the cool surface, he lifts me slightly and rests the head of his cock against my opening.
“I can’t take it slow this time, baby. I want you too much.”
I clench my legs around his hips, pulling him into me, and he accepts the invitation. He pushes all the way in, hard, and the combination of his large cock and that amazing piercing are almost my undoing.
“Fuck, Nate.” I whisper and he grins against my mouth, and then leans back to look into my eyes. He pulls back and slams into me again, then stills and watches my face. I’m panting, my cheeks are flushed with lust. “If you do that again, I’m gonna come,” I whisper.
His grin widens and he pulls back, then slams back inside me even harder, and rotates his hips in a circle, grinding the root of his cock against my clit and I come apart at the seams, my body shuddering and clenching, my blood on fire, screaming his name.
“You needed that?” he whispers and plants tiny, sweet kisses all over my face, across my cheeks, down my jaw, my nose.
“Hmm,” I respond.
“Open your eyes.”
My gaze finds his and he’s smiling at me gently, brushing stray strands of hair off my temples.
“Are you okay?”
I kiss his lips softly. “I’m okay.”
“Good, because I’m not done.” I realize that he’s not only still inside me, but he hasn’t come and he’s as hard as ever. My eyes widen and I tighten my arms and legs around him as he pushes us off the wall and starts to walk up the stairs, his hands still supporting my ass.
“God, you’re strong.” I run my hands through his hair, loving that he can carry me so effortlessly.
“You’re just small, baby.”
He carries me into my bedroom and pulls back the duvet. He climbs onto the bed with me still in his arms and lays me down on the cool sheets, his body hovering over me.
“You needed it rough, but I need this.” He laces my fingers in his and brings both of our hands above my head, and starts to move inside me again, slowly, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in again in a slow, easy pace.
His lips are driving me mad, nibbling the sides of my mouth, right under my ears, sending sparks through me and down my spine.
“Faster,” I whisper, but he just smiles lovingly down at me and shakes his head.
“No, just like this.”
He’s worshiping me with his body, showing me without words what I mean to him, that he’s sorry for earlier. I pull my legs up his sides and he shifts so I can rest my calves on his shoulders without letting go of my hands, and he leans into my legs, pushing even farther into me.
“Oh, Nate.”
“Yes, baby.”
This slow pace is killing me. I tighten my inner muscles around him, and he clenches his eyes shut. With each stroke, I clench around him, as hard as possible, until finally he starts to speed up.
“So fucking tight…” Our hands are still locked together above me, my legs on his shoulders and he picks up speed, thrusting harder and faster, sweat rolling down the side of his face. I feel his body tighten and I know he’s about to surrender to the climax building in him.