My eyes widen as I drop my head. Will I make it to the bathroom?
Nathan smiles as he watches me. He’s loving this, the bastard.
“Yes, sounds good. Breakfast. The four of us,” Cameron says. “Lovely to meet you, Eliza. See you both tomorrow.”
I give him a flustered wave, and Nathan falls back into the seat beside me. “Sorry about that.” He leans over and kisses me. I grab the back of his head.
“Are you doing this?” I wheeze.
He smiles playfully. “You mean this?” He fumbles around in his pocket, and the egg begins to vibrate, hard, drilling me there.
I struggle to keep my legs closed. “Oh, God,” I breathe.
Nathan kisses me. His teeth catch my bottom lip as my sex contracts. “You like that, baby?”
“Take me home,” I whisper as the room begins to spin out of control. “Take me home. Take me home. Take me home,” I chant.
He pulls me closer for a kiss and I can’t hold it for a second longer. I shudder as I come hard. Nathan smiles against my lips and kisses me through it. My heart is beating hard and fast in my chest.
What the hell? I just had an orgasm… in public.
“You’re completely insane.” I tip my head back and smile at the ceiling in disbelief.
Holy shit, Nathan Mercer is everything I never knew I needed, and then some.
I’m marrying this man. What the hell? I can hardly believe it.
The reality of us and our messed up, beautiful story blows my mind, and I laugh out loud as I hold up my hand. “Do you want to see my ring again?” I ask.
“No, Eliza.” He smirks and picks up his drink. “I don’t.”
We crash through the door at midnight, our lips are locked. We’ve reached a new level of desperation.
Nathan has had me on the precipice of orgasm all night, and I’m quite sure that his new favorite toy is that remote control. He’s teased me, we’ve danced and laughed, and he got me talking a new level of dirty as I felt his rock-hard dick through his jeans. God almighty, I am good to go. I want something that only he can give me.
“Now,” I beg against his lips. “Now, Nathan.” I’m so aroused that I’ve lost all control. “Fucking give it to me.”
He inhales sharply and pulls me into the bedroom. He stands me at the foot of the bed, and he turns to me with seductive eyes.
He reaches up under my dress, removes my panties, and he lifts my foot to rest on the bed. He then slowly takes out the egg, and my body contracts with disappointment. I like that little thing.
Maybe I have a new favorite toy, too.
His hand moves to the butt plug, and he twists it as his eyes hold mine.
My chest rises and falls. “I need this, Nathe, I need this,” I whimper.
I’m not joking, I really do. His aim was to get me ready. Not only am I ready, I’m fucking desperate. He’s right, my body has adjusted and it has woken something up inside of me. It’s dark and forbidden, and something I never thought I would crave.
He slowly twists it as he takes the plug out, and my body contracts. “Ohh.” My body shudders from the loss.
Nathan takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard, his lips tenderly taking mine in a tantric dance of seduction. My body contracts once more, close to orgasm. “Nathan, please,” I beg, he’s been teasing me all week, and I just can’t take it anymore.
He smiles darkly, as if impressed…. and my heart swells.
He takes off my dress and bra, and positions me exactly how he wants me on the bed. I’m lying on my side, my legs curled up.
I hear him take off his clothes, as well as the top drawer open and close. I hear the click of a bottle. Lube… fuck, this is it.
He nestles in close behind me, and I feel his lips at my ear. “I’m going to warm you up, baby.”
“No more warming up. I’m fucking cooked.”
He chuckles as his fingers massage the lube there.
I close my eyes at the sensation. Feels good.
Who knew I would ever like this?
“Hurry up,” I demand.
I feel his lips smile against my shoulder, and he pulls the blanket up over us, as if to protect me and keep me warm-to wrap us up from the outside world.
Oh, I love this man.
His lips fall to my ear. “Once we start, we don’t stop. There is no stopping midway, okay?”
I nod.
He lifts my top leg over his forearm, and I feel his tip at my opening, “Kiss me,” he breathes.
I turn my head, and his lips take mine as he pushes forward. He goes in a little way, and I smile against his lips. Oh, yes, I like this.
He meets resistance, and he pushes forward some more. My brow furrows. Ouch.
“Kiss me, Eliza.” His tongue brings me back to the moment.
“Nearly there, babe.” His voice is husky, and his breath quivers as he fights for control. I smile as his lips dust up and down my neck and then lifts my leg a little farther and pushes hard. My body resists, and I scrunch my eyes shut.
Oh fuck, that smarts.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispers. He repositions me so that I roll more onto my stomach, my leg still lifted in his hand. “Are you okay?” he breathes.
I smile with a pant. Even during his thick arousal, he’s worried about me.
“I’m just going to go, okay?”
I nod, and he pushes forward hard and drives me into the mattress. My body has no choice other than to accept him.
My eyes roll back in my head. Oh, good God, that’s deep.
“Ssh,” he soothes as he falls down over me. “It’s okay, baby.” He kisses me, and it’s tender, beautiful, and everything just feels right. Like I’m meant to be here, learning this with him.
I scrunch up my face as emotion overwhelms me.
“Are… are you hurt?” he whispers in a panic.
“No, Nathe.” I smile against his lips. “I’m perfect. You are perfect.”
We kiss.
“I love you,” I say against his mouth.
This is a beautiful moment between us.
His eyes flutter closed, and he puts his hand on my lower stomach and slowly brings my body back onto his. He stays still to let me accept him.
His teeth go to my neck, and he softly bites me up and down. I get a flutter of arousal. “Yes,” I whisper.
He moves me some more, and my body seems to accept his and loosen right up.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “That’s it, babe.” His fingers drop to my clit and he slowly begins to circle over it as he pulls out and slowly pushes in again.
My head drops back to his shoulder as a wave of pleasure shoots through me. “Yessss,” I hiss.
I feel him smile behind me, as if realizing that he’s just unlocked the Holy Grail, and he pushes forward hard, more confidently this time.
I let out a deep moan as my body begins to ride him. “Oh God, Nathe… that’s good.”
He smiles and pulls out, and then he slides back in with more force. Each pump becomes more measured, deeper, more fucking amazing.
“Give it to me… harder,” I pant.
He repositions me onto my knees and spreads my legs. With my hipbones in his hands, he pulls out and pushes back in. I smile because I’m doing it.
I’m actually doing it, and it’s good. What have I been doing all this time?
I begin to push back against him, and he moans. He likes that.
I like it, too, and I begin to ride him, circling my hips while he hisses in appreciation.
“Come on.” I push back against him.
“Oh… fuck,” he growls, as if the last of his control has broken and he pulls back and slams in hard. The air is knocked from my lungs, and I smile into the mattress.
Here we go.
Then we are hard at it, our skin slapping together as we connect. I feel like I’m in a porno or something.
This is so surreal.
He reaches around and runs the tips of his fingers over my clit, and I contract hard around him. Oh God, yes.
“Come for me,” he moans. He’s close. I can hear the edge in his voice.
He circles his fingers again, and I shudder deep within as I come hard around him.
He lets out a guttural groan and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock deep within me, and we fall to the mattress.
We pant for a moment, and then Nathan turns my head and kisses me over my shoulder. His body is still deep inside of mine when he smiles against my lips.
“Look at you, Miss Give It To Me Harder.”
I giggle, feeling very pleased with myself. “I know, I’m like a porn queen or something.”
He chuckles and kisses me again. “You really are.”
We kiss for a long time, and then he slowly pulls out and my body contracts, grieving his loss. He rolls me toward him and brushes the hair back from my forehead.
“Do you know how much I love you, Eliza Bennet?” He stares at me.
I smile, because I do. “Yes.” I kiss him again. “You know that, now that we’ve done that, you have to marry me.”
He laughs out loud. “I guess I can manage that. Eliza Mercer has a certain ring to it.”
Three Months later
Majorca
April pulls my veil down over my face with a huge smile.
“You look amazing, Lize.”
“Thanks.” I stare in the mirror at my reflection. I’m wearing a fitted, strapless white dress that’s embedded with crystals. My hair is down with big, soft Hollywood curls, and I feel like a princess.
It’s my wedding day, and we are at the Sea View Rustic in Majorca. It’s a beautiful resort perched on the clifftop overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.
Our closest friends and family have flown in and, oh, I’m nervous.
“It’s time,” my dad says.
I turn to him.