Eliza appears, and my mouth drops open in awe. It hugs her body, and her voluptuous breasts are on display. I can see every one of her killer curves. “Now we’re talking,” I whisper.
“You like this?” She holds her hand up and twirls.
“I like this.”
She walks toward me and drops to the floor between my legs. She unzips my zipper. “You like this?” she whispers darkly as she opens my pants with a sharp snap and pushes me back in my seat.
My eyes hold hers and I spread my legs in an invitation. “I like this, too.”
She takes out my cock and licks up the length of it. My stomach clenches as I watch her hungry tongue explore me.
“What about this?” She takes the tip and puts it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and I close my eyes as arousal heats my blood.
“Yes,” I grind out. “What’s not to like?”
She takes me slowly into her mouth, and I look back at her and brush the hair back from her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She always is, but especially with a mouthful. She moans around me, and I begin to see stars. She strokes me with one hand as she really begins to fuck me with her mouth. I grip her hair hard and watch her head bobbing up and down.
Waves of pleasure shoot through my balls, and my legs open farther. I need it deeper. I want inside her.
Now.
I drag her off the floor and pull her over me and in one hard pump I’m halfway in. She whimpers and, with my hands on her hipbones, I move her from side to side to loosen her up for me. She rises onto her knees a little higher, and I circle my thumb over her clitoris to open her up. Unable to help it, I slide my fingers lower and wipe them through her dripping wet lips, and I hiss out loud.
My cock begins to thump.
The air crackles between us. I’ve never had sex like I do with her-intimate and raw. She’s on fucking fire.
She slides down and takes the full length of my cock, and we both stare at each other as we hold off moving, teetering on the edge of our orgasms. It’s deep like this, making both of us come almost instantaneously.
It just feels too good.
“Legs up, baby,” I mouth.
Like the good girl that she is, she brings her legs up into a squatting position and rests her hands on my shoulders. The room begins to spin.
I tip my head back, and she licks up my neck and runs her teeth along my jaw. “Fuck me,” she breathes into my ear.
My jaw clenches. Careful, I remind myself as my hands tighten on her ass. My eyes drop to her bouncing breasts. I’ll never get sick of this view.
The ultimate aphrodisiac.
Something snaps when I’m inside of her; I lose all control, blinded by the ultimate target-the need to fuck and come hard.
Slowly, I lift her up, and she smiles in anticipation. Then, I slam her down onto me.
She cries out, and I’m lost to the sensation.
Lost to her.
I lift her and slam again and again, and her beautiful, hot cunt ripples around me.
Her lips take mine and, oh… fuck, I love this woman.
She clenches down, and we both moan as an orgasm runs between us. Our lips fall tender, and she holds my face in her hands.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I smile up at her in awe and kiss her chest. I hold her body to mine, my head against her breasts.
I’m home.
Eliza
Nathan pulls the car into the underground parking lot.
“This is it?” I frown as I dip my head to look up at the swanky building. It looks like a trendy warehouse with big archway windows. The bricks are dark and distressed, and the doorman stands by the grand entranceway, wearing a black suit. “How many apartments are in here?” I ask.
“Eight.”
“What’s in the rest of the building?” I frown as he scans his key and the garage door goes up. We drive down two levels.
“Nothing, it’s all apartments.”
“What the hell?” My eyes flicker to Nathan. “This is all apartments? How much did this cost you?”
“Enough.” He parks the car and gets out. He opens my door and he takes my hand before he leads me to the elevator. Moments later, the elevator doors open up to a private landing.
“Who else is on this floor?” I ask.
“Nobody.” He puts the key into the door.
“It’s the entire floor?” I gasp.
He opens the door, and my mouth falls open. “Nathan,” I whisper.
It’s beautiful. It has an industrial, trendy kind of vibe. My eyes are wide as I look around at the splendor.
“This is the kitchen.” Nathan smiles proudly as he plays tour guide. “I knew you would love this room.”
“Holy shit.” It’s huge-the size of my old living room-and has every swanky appliance known to man.
“Living area.” He shows me through to find a gigantic living area and dining room.
“This is the gym.” He smiles. “My office, your office.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “This place is too fancy for us, Nathe.”
“Too fancy for me, probably, but just right for you.” He takes my hands in his. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” My eyes dart around, too excited to look at just one thing.
“Our bedroom is down here.” He leads me down the grand hallway and into a huge master bedroom. My eyes widen. “This is bigger than my entire apartment.”
“Wouldn’t be hard,” he mutters dryly as he looks around.
The bathroom has an oversized circular bathtub sunken into the floor. “It’s like a movie.” I step into the bathtub and lie down. I smile up at him. “How do I look?”
“Hot.” He sits down on the side of the bath. He has a very smug look on his face. “I think we’ll be very happy here.”
I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble. “But you do know that I don’t need a fancy apartment to be happy, don’t you?” I kiss his big, beautiful lips. “I could live anywhere as long as I have you.”
He pulls my face to his and deepens the kiss. “And you do, my love. And you do.”
* * *
It’s Friday, and I’m walking down the sidewalk to meet my two bitch-ball friends. I’m annoyed with them. They’ve called me every day, asking to go to lunch. I’ve been using the move as an excuse-said I was too busy. But the truth is, I don’t want to hear their judgemental crap.
They rattled me the other day, and at a time when Nathan and I should be blissfully in love, they put this annoying little voice in my head that won’t go away. It’s like a poison-a bad spell that’s seeping into my bones.
How will you cope when he leaves you for a man?
I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t cope if Nathan left me for any reason… but to lose him to a man?
I’ve heard of it happening before; careless whispers: her husband left her for a man, and you don’t really think about the consequences of it or how badly it would scar you as a woman. But I’ve only ever heard of straight men leaving their wife for a man. Never the other way around.
But Nathan is different…. so different, to anyone I know actually.
It’s the weirdest thing because the reality is, I can’t even imagine that Nathan has ever slept with a man. Especially not now that we have the most incredible sex ever. He’s so in tune with me and is absolutely besotted with my body.
To think that he has… no. I can’t. I won’t.
I get a vision of him with a man, and I close my eyes in pain. My stomach rolls. I hate this visual. I had it yesterday, too.
Is sex with them better than what he has with me?
Couldn’t be.
I keep reminding myself that that’s his past, and he can’t change it even if he wanted to. Whatever he has done over time to get to where and who he is now, I should be grateful for it.
But what if he needs it in the future?
Stop it.
I hate this feeling, damn them for ruining this for us, it’s like I’m waiting for the shoe to drop. For him to come out to me one morning and say that he changed his mind and it was all a big mistake.
I know that maybe it’s just fear that something is going to go wrong because I’m so blissfully happy and maybe if he didn’t have this past, I would be fixating on something else, scaring myself to oblivion.
Because that’s what I am.
I’m scared-petrified that I’m going to lose him, and even more terrified that I won’t deal with it if I do. Last night, I laid in bed and watched him sleep for two hours. My mind was going over and over every little detail about the things I remember about his past. Dates he’s been on, men he’s been with… and then there’s Stephanie.
She’s a whole other problem. Thankfully, Nathan has been too busy to go to the gym since we’ve been home, and quite frankly, I don’t want him to go back. Well, he won’t have to soon because our new place has a gym… thank God. I don’t want him to ever see her again. She would be after him, I know she would, especially now that she knows how beautiful he is and that he’s packing heat.
Damn him and his big, magical dick.
I know we weren’t together when he was with her, but he had feelings for me…. so in my mind, he cheated. I know he didn’t really, but it kind of feels like he did.
Maybe he was curious about women in general. He said that she was a means to an end.
My stomach rolls. Fuck, he could leave me for a million reasons. I don’t know why I’m fixated on the male thing. Nathan is attractive to everyone who meets him.
Memories of my first boyfriend, Thomas, come flooding back. There are a lot of similarities between him and Nathan. Well, there isn’t at all, actually, but the way I loved so wholeheartedly is similar. I was seventeen, and so in love, but he broke my heart when he left me for another girl. I got over it quickly, and I bounced back well. Looking back, it was only puppy love, but maybe that’s where all this fear is coming from. Perhaps knowing Nathan so well and knowing how much I stand to lose if we don’t work out is just making me batshit crazy.
Ugh, I hate feeling insecure…. maybe, I need to see Nathan’s therapist too?
I open the door of the restaurant in a rush.
I just want to stop all these negative thoughts and go back to our Majorca love bubble. Where nobody else existed except him and I.
I see the girls near the window, and I give them a small wave. “Hi.” I kiss them both and fall into my seat. I put my hand up. “Before you say anything, I don’t want to hear it.” I push my chair in. “I’m not discussing Nathan with you. You’ve made me all insecure, and I’ve been going out of my mind.”
Brooke’s face falls. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” Jo says. “We were assholes the other day, sorry. We were just worried.”
“I know.” I sigh. “I get it.” I pick up Jolie’s wine and take a sip. “Trust me, I’m worried, too.”
“You are?” Jo frowns.
“I’m not stupid, girls. I know the chances of this turning bad are high.”
“Not necessarily. We don’t know that, it’s Nathan after all, he adores you. Nobody could love you more than he already does.”
“That’s the worst part about it.” I sigh. “I know that he loves me…. and even if he wanted to leave me. He wouldn’t.”
Jolie frowns. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t know.” I snatch up my menu, feeling over emotional. I shake my head in disgust with my train of thought. “I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” I look through my menu, change of subject. “What are we eating?”