“Don’t come back again!” Nate says, he just ignored him and continued to walk towards the door. When he reached the door, he slowly turned to look back at them and then walked off.
“Shit, what the hell is that guy doing here?.” Nate yelled and scrambled towards the door after him.
Oliver quickly thanked Mrs Thompson that had brought breakfast to the room, and ran to catch up with Nate.
“Hey, I don’t want to see you near my girl again.” Nate said, under harsh breath
“You don’t even have the right to call her your girl” Derrick scoffed.
With that he turned and pressed the button for the elevator. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Derrick didn’t say any word, but quietly got onto the lift and pressed the button.
“Nate, please don’t follow him” Oliver said and Nate nod his head.
Slowly he walked back to the Oliver room. They both entered the room at the same time
“I am very sorry.” Oliver pledged.
“It wasn’t your fault you don’t have to be sorry, or are you the one that told him to come?” Nate asked and she quickly shake her head in deny.
She got up off the bed and went over to Nate, wrapping her arms around him. He kissed her gently on the forehead and held her. She seemed relax by that.
“So, you’re in love with me?” he asked as she slowly pulled back from their embrace and looked at her with a little grin, trying his best not to smile too much.
“I think you know that answer already…” She replied and leaned in, giving him a kiss.
He smiled back and sunk her head into her chest. They held for a few moments longer, letting the memories of the events seem to settle down and they slowly returned to as normal as possible. The smell of breakfast caught Nate attention as he slowly released her from his grip and turned to grab the plates of food that had been delivered.
“Breakfast is served.” He said, handing her a plate.
She smiled and took the plate from his hands. He took a seat next to her and theu ate their breakfast, both of them still processing the the fun they had some hours ago. After their meal, Nate got up off the bed and dropped her towel, looking over her shoulder at him, giving him a little grin, then turned and went to Oliver bag to get one of her shirt.
“Why are you putting on a cloth? We aren’t done remember” she asked quietly as she pulled him in on th bed. She hooked her arm on his chest and pulled him closer before making sure his legs and every part of his back contoured to the front of her. He left out a smile, before cupping her breast in his hand, touching as much as he could of her. She never could think properly when he did that, so she waited until they were comfortable until she softly groaned then spoke in response.
“I need to go check my father in the hospital, Steve is rhe only one with him. As much as I would love to stay here naked with you, I’m gonna take off in an hour or so,” she sighed as he ran his soft kisses along her shoulder and inhaled the scent in her hair.
She only hummed in response as he slowly ran his hand from the softness of her breast, to the valley of her waist, to the peak of her hip and spreading his hand to grip her side.
The scent of her. Her. He could go mad.
Every time he inhaled her scent he could hardly stop himself from pushing his hips into hers. She carried on a conversation about her plans for the day, because she almost wanted to hide how intense he made her feel. Because she wasn’t certain if she was even able to handle the magnitude of that emotion. He gently spoke with her anyway, and carried on stroking her flesh and breathing her in, moving with the waves of his breath as his body begged to pierce hers. Soon, she found herself rocking with him, arching her back to scoot her ass a little higher for his wand to find its place inside of her. It soon found the crevice between her legs and she gasped, contorting to push herself onto him as he slipped his wand along her glistening folds. Groaning and grasping at the sheets in her nearly insatiable craving for what he was teasing her with, she begged him. He growled with a soft smirk and gripped her hip harder, before teasing her just a little more. He always teased her just a bit more, and it drew her to an almost animalistic edge.
He brought his hand to her trimmed mound and tapped her slit just above her clit, causing her to lift her leg and lean her head back on him in surrender. Quickly, he grabbed the head of his cock and shoved it into her slick pussy, bringing a sweet vocalization of her pleasure. Slowly, he inched his way deeper, teasing her some more for good measure. The pleasure of feeling him inside of her again after what seemed like ages, but had likely only been less than a day or two, activated her feral hunger for him and she moved with him to find a slow but synchronized rhythm. She had been practicing clenching the walls of her sacred sex and showed off her developing skills as she squeezed him tightly when his cock withdrew slowly. The fire that ignited within him made his mind go into an almost thoughtless state until he was inspired to hover above and look at the face of his lover as he thrust his now slick dick into her sweet pussy.
She turned on her back, (without a word from either as the communication between them was already often telepathic) and watched him as he positioned himself to enter her again with his wet cock. Watched his expression and listened to his long deep breath when he went back into her. Watched him look up at her face, and register how beautiful he found her to be in that moment. She wished he would tell her in moments like this, just how much he found her pleasing to his eyes. But he never did, not even when they were just sitting or walking together. Nonetheless, his eyes told her everything she needed to know. And perhaps he only hoped she could see it in his eyes.
He kissed her tenderly and stroked in and out of her, summoning the sweet nectar of her flower to drip and bless his entire sex with her essence as his balls slapped her again and again and again. Her rhythmic clenching was bringing him to an edge he didn’t want to reach just yet, so he quickly withdrew and lay beside her to catch his breath.
Playfully, she got up to sit on her knees and peer at him. Her expression was unlike any she has ever given anyone before. Lips wet and swollen from biting and kissing, cheeks red and hot with passion and lust, and a gaze that would make a promiscuous person blush and howl with excitement. He simply watched her as he caught his breath. She smiled as she writhed with the waves they were riding together, groped her breast and pulled her nipple with one hand as she parted her knees to grant her other hand access to her soft folds.