Here we go. I open my eyes.
He reappears out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist, his eyes darken when he sees me with the butt plug still in my mouth, he leans on the doorframe and watches me for a moment. “Fuck, Eliza, you look hot.”
I smile nervously around the butt plug as my eyes hold his. My heart is about to go into cardiac arrest.
This feels like a monumental moment in our relationship. I want to enjoy it. I want to be everything for him.
I want to be everything he needs.
He saunters over and spreads my legs wide. When he drops his head, he licks me with his thick tongue.
“Give me some cream, baby,” he whispers into me. Goosebumps scatter my body every time Nathan says that. It does things to me…rude things.
My body rushes with pleasure and obeys his command.
He moans against me… Jesus.
He lifts my legs back so that my knees are up against my chest, and his tongue moves to my back entrance. Deep, penetrating licks of his strong tongue consume me, and I begin to screw up the bedsheets. His eyes are closed in pleasure, he’s totally lost in the moment.
Oh, fuck, I did not think I would be doing this tonight, that’s for sure.
I feel the burn of his stubble on my cheeks-feel my sex weeping in pleasure. I almost feel guilty for enjoying this.
This should feel wrong but it feels intimate and special.
I whimper and my back arches off the bed. He reaches up and takes the butt plug from my mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he trails it down my body.
He slides it into my sex and then leans down. With his hand flattened on my stomach, he flutters his tongue over my clitoris.
I begin to build deep inside, and my back arches again. My fingers twist in his hair.
How does he know how to do this so well?
With his tongue still fluttering over my clitoris, he moves the plug to my back entrance and slowly slides it in.
He bites my clitoris to take away the sting, and I moan. “Oh, God.”
He leans up to watch me as he slowly slides it in and out.
“You like that?” he whispers. “Tell me how it feels.”
I writhe beneath him, and he jerks the plug in harder.
I whimper out loud. “Ahh!”
“That’s it, baby, ride it. Imagine it’s my cock deep inside of you.”
Oh God, I want him there.
My body begins to dance on her own, moving to a rhythm with the butt plug.
This doesn’t feel wrong. This feels good.
Too good.
“I want the bigger one,” I whisper.
His eyes flicker with arousal. “And you shall have it.”
He gets the larger one and puts it in my mouth as he works my behind. I reach down and pull his towel off. His large cock springs free, and my sex contracts at the sight of him.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
He gives me more sexual satisfaction than any other man I’ve been with in the past. His intensity and experience are out of this world. Or maybe it’s the higher level of intimacy we share. Whatever it is, he drives me wild.
His tongue flutters over my clitoris again, and I shudder.
“Don’t come.”
“Well, you’d better stop doing that,” I warn him.
“Don’t fucking come, Eliza. I mean it.” He takes the butt plug from my mouth and swaps it with the other one. He slowly pushes it into my ass. My body resists it, and he has to break through the barrier.
“Oww.” It burns.
He takes it slow for a while, and then my body accepts all of it.
He smiles into me as his tongue lashes my sex. He’s lost control now and is all in. His face glistens with my arousal as his thrusts on my behind get stronger.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, reaching for him. “Nathan.”
He stands and rolls me over onto my knees.
“Fuck.” He moans as he watches me. He rubs his hand across my cheeks. “You look so fucking hot with this in your ass.”
I sway my behind from side to side to try and get some traction. Oh, I need this orgasm. I need it bad.
He leans over me and licks my back as he plays with the butt plug. My eyes roll back, and he slowly sinks his cock into my sex.
He pushes in slowly, and then slams in hard. His movements push the plug in deeper, and a jolt of pleasure flies through me.
My mouth hangs open. I have no control over myself. This is so dirty.
He grabs my shoulders and slams in hard. The air is knocked from my lungs, and I cry out again and again… the ecstacy shooting through me in technicolour waves.
He spreads my legs so wide that I can hardly hold myself up, and then he lets me have it.
The bed begins to hit the wall with force. I scream out as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
“Yes…yes.” He pumps harder. He begins to chant as he fucks me, lost in his own ecstasy, and then he tips his head back and holds himself deep. He comes in a rush deep inside me, and I feel his hot seed as his cock jerks. He takes the butt plug out and smears the semen over my back entrance, and then he pushes just the very tip of his dick into my behind before he pulls it out and empties himself.
He repeats the delicious movement as he smears himself everywhere, again and again.
I close my eyes in pleasure, don’t tell me how…. but this feels so intimate.
Like he’s branding me with his love.
Truly, madly, deeply.
Unable to hold myself up, I fall to the mattress, and he soon falls beside me. He smiles against my lips as we kiss.
It’s official. I’ve crossed to the dark side… and it’s fucking good.
Nathan
My intercom beeps on my desk.
“Yes?”
“Alex on line two, Dr. Mercer.”
“Thank you.” I pick up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, man.”
I smile broadly. “What do you want?”
“Guess where I am?”
I swing on my chair. “I don’t care.”
“San Fran.”
“You are? What for?”
“I had a meeting that was supposed to be in Boston and it got changed to here late last night.”
“How long are you here for?”
“I catch the red-eye out tonight. Do you want to catch up for a drink after work?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “Sounds good. What time’s your meeting?”
“I should be finished by three.”
“I’ll reschedule my last few appointments. Call me when you’re finished for the day.”
“You got it, bye.”
I hit the intercom. “Maria.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“What are my last few appointments this afternoon?”
“It’s an easy afternoon. You have Mr. Griffin in at three to go through his results, and then you have a consult with Mrs. Anderson in at four.”
“Can you call them and try to reschedule until tomorrow, please?”
“Of course.”
“How did you get on with the removal service?” I ask.
“They just got back to me. They can do a load tomorrow at six in the evening if you want.”
I think for a moment. “Can you book that in, please? It won’t be the full apartment, but book them again for Saturday morning to do the remainder of the furniture, if that’s okay. Tell them that some of it may be going into storage.”
Merging two apartments full of furniture into one is going to be a nightmare.
“Of course, Doctor.”
I hang up and dial Eliza’s number.
She answers on the first ring. “Hi.”
Her sexy voice brings a smile to my face, and I swivel on my chair. “Hello.”
“What are you doing?” I can tell she’s smiling.
“Not you, unfortunately.”
She laughs. “Haven’t you had enough, Dr. Mercer?”
“Of you? Impossible.”
God, I really should temper it down a bit. I’m fucking this poor woman to death.
“I booked the removal truck for tomorrow night.”
“What?” She gasps. “Nathan, I’m not ready. I have a million things to sort, and what about-”
“Calm down,” I cut her off. “They’re just going to take the bed, the kitchen stuff, your clothes, and a television.”
“Oh.”
“We will move the rest of our things over the next few weeks. Some of it will have to go into storage. At least this way, we can stay at the new place.”
“You sound eager.”
“I am.”
“All you care about is that bath, isn’t it?”