Fight with Me
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“Okay, baby, touch me all you want. I love it when you touch me.” He kisses me again, more gently this time, working that talented mouth over mine and sinking onto me. He lowers his torso, letting me feel his weight. “I’m right here,” he whispers.
I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his back, from his ass to his long thick hair, and back down again, while I rub his thighs with the soles of my feet. I can’t stop touching him, rubbing myself against him. “You feel so good.”
“Let me make love to you, baby.” He nibbles my lips, along my jaw line and over to my left ear. I tilt my head, giving him easier access to this sensitive spot, and he licks under my ear where he knows makes me crazy. “I love how you smell, Julianne. So soft and clean and sweet.” His teeth clench gently onto my ear lobe and I squirm under him. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart. So smooth and firm and small.”
His words are intoxicating me, making love to me as thoroughly as his body is, and I feel my heart rate speed up and my breathing quicken.
“Nate,” I whisper.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His hips start to move in a slow circle, rubbing his hard, thick cock along my folds, the silver ball of his apa massaging my clit, and I arch my back, pushing against him.
“Nate, I need you.” I grip his firm ass in my hands and pull him against me, almost coming undone at the sensation of his long shaft rubbing my lips and the head of his cock, along with the piercing making my clit pulsate, an orgasm working its way through me.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my neck and pushes his forearms under my shoulders so he’s cradling me, his hands cupping my neck and fingers pushed up into my hair. He holds on and pushes harder, faster, rubbing himself against me. “I love making you come like this.”
“Oh God,” I whisper. Our voices are soft, we’re panting quietly, making love almost reverently. I feel tears pool in my eyes and I close them, the tears spilling down my temples.
“Shh, baby, don’t cry.” He settles his lips on mine again, rubs them back and forth, caressing me and then kissing me sweetly, softly. “Come for me, honey.”
I come apart, silently, my body quaking and pushing against him. He deepens his kiss and pulls his hips down, finding my opening with the tip of his sex and pushes into me, so, so slowly, letting me feel the apa as it slides against the walls of my pussy, and he fills me so completely. He sinks into me to the root of his amazing cock and stops.
“Open your eyes.”
His gray eyes are on fire, looking down at me with such love, and I feel more tears leak out of my eyes.
“Your eyes are the most brilliant blue I’ve ever seen, and they’re even bluer when I’m in you. I love it when you look at me like this.”
“How am I looking at you?” I whisper and push my fingers into his thick hair, loving how it feels to have my head and shoulders cradled in his arms and his body draped over mine, filled up with him.
“Like I’m all you see.” He whispers back to me.
I run my fingers down his face and cup his cheeks in my hands, looking him square in the eye, not paying any attention to the tears on my face.
“You are all I see.”
He growls softly and kisses me desperately; his pelvis begins to move, slowly pulling in and out of me.  I grip his ass in my hands again and I feel the orgasm building up in me once more. He must feel it too because he moves faster, and pushes into me a bit harder with each thrust.
“Let go, Julianne,” he murmurs.
“Come with me,” I whisper.
He breaks the kiss on a groan and pins me with his raw gray eyes, his mouth open as he pants, and he pushes into me twice, three times, and then grinds his pubis against my clit as he spills into me, and I come apart beneath him, not taking my gaze from his, as my body shudders around him.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as my body calms.
He collapses onto me and buries his face in my neck.
“Hey,” he lifts his head at my voice. I kiss his cheek. “I love you, Nate.”
“God, I love you, Julianne.”
***
Work today has been… well, weird. Mrs. Glover keeps looking at me speculatively each time I walk past her desk, which makes me nervous, and curious as to what she’s thinking. I haven’t heard from Nate all day. I came to the office first while he went to the gym and followed me in about an hour later, as per our usual schedule. But he hasn’t sent me any work requests at all, nor have I heard from any of my colleagues.
So, I’ve been in my office for most of the day working on some reports that needed reworking and doing some research on a client that I know Nate is considering bringing on.
At two o’clock there’s a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I call out.
Mrs. Glover pokes her head in the door. “You are being asked to join a meeting in the conference room, Miss Montgomery.”
“Okay, thanks. Any idea what it’s about?” I ask as I gather my iPad and walk toward the door.
“No, but they’ve been in there all day.”
“’They’?”
“Yes, both partners, the CEO and the head of Human Resources.”
My stomach falls to my feet.
Fuck.
I follow Mrs. Glover to the conference room. She knocks on the door, and steps inside.
“Miss Montgomery,” she announces and ushers me into the room.
Nate and Mr. Luis are seated behind a long conference table, along with our CEO, Mr. Vincent and a woman in a black suit, presumably from HR.