by Linda Verji
This was insanity. What was it about this woman that had him behaving like a young school-boy, frantic to get in her pants and holding on by only a thin thread? What was it about her that made him want to hold her – made him want to crawl into her skin and become a part of her? He needed her out of his system.
Her erotic movements and pussy opening up under his ministrations chased away any rational thoughts. He inched his hand beneath her t-shirt and up to her tit, molding the firm flesh and worrying her clit as she ground against his cock. The moment he pushed one finger into her tight pussy, she arched her back, pressing her head into his shoulder.
“Shit,” he groaned. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. He needed to get in there.
Her body was on her fire. The flames of desire licked at her, unforgiving in their determination to break down any thoughts she might’ve had of stopping him. Shakira was too far gone to protest when Nathan dragged her shorts and her panties down her legs and threw them to the corner of the kitchen or when he carried her away from the cooker and towards the counter. She propped her arms on the cold marble only vaguely hearing the sound of a zipper being lowered.
“Shit,” Nathan cuss drew her hazy attention to him. He looked as desperate as she felt. His lips were drawn in a tight line as he stared at his wallet, while his cock jutted out of his pants, the deep red and purple veins pulsing in need. He bent to the floor to pick up the condom that must’ve dropped in his haste to get to her. Standing up he threw his wallet to the counter but it landed on the floor. He didn’t bother to pick it up. His fingers shook and his movements were jerky as he tore open the packet and then sheathed the long hard pillar of his desire.
Shifting closer to her and bracketing her in his arms, he tilted her head to the side and then pressed his lips against hers in a heady kiss. Shakira opened up her mouth, taking his tongue and everything else he had to give. Their kiss was as frantic as it was heated, fanning the desire between them like gasoline to an already raging fire. The sheathed head of his cock bumped against her ass and Shakira rose to her toes. It slipped in between her legs easily and Nathan took over. He pushed into her.
She stopped moving her hips.
Her body stiffened.
The blood in her veins halted in its tracks.
Oh my God.
Was it possible to die from too much dick? Because Nathan was killing her. His entrance into her pussy was drawn out, dragging against her womb and lighting up the nerves that lined it. She tore her lips away from him, closed her eyes and set her chin on her chest as she reveled in the pressure of his rod pushing into her.
So thick. So hard. So long.
“So fucking tight,” Nathan growled as he pressed his front to her back and his cock inched further into her. She bit at her lip, clutching onto his fingers that were gripping the counter tightly as his pussy unfurled around his thick length. That felt so good. He felt so good.
When he finally bottomed in, they both groaned in relief. But the sweet torture had only started. His first stroke had her whimpering. His second stroke had her sighing his name, “Nathan.” By his fifth stroke, she was a broken ragged doll willingly receiving every long, hard stroke. Those little screams were hers, right? “Ah. Ah. Ah.”
He fit a warm hand beneath her t-shirt searching for her breast. When he found it, he tweaked her nipple earning another little scream from her, then did the same thing to her other breast before massaging her sensitive flesh in rhythm to his fucking.
The combined pleasure was too much.
Shakira had heard of knees buckling during sex but didn’t really think it was something that could possibly happen – until today. The only thing holding her up was her arms on the counter and Nathan’s legs pressing against hers. His jeans scratched against the naked skin of her legs and the counter bit into her stomach but it was all lost in the intensity of his thrusts into her.
Her pussy convulsed greedily over him, suckling and begging for more of this intense torture. Every part of her body was shaking; her hands, her legs. Shakira could’ve sworn that even her internal organs were trembling.
“Cum for me,” Nathan groaned in her ear.
When her orgasm came it hit like a train. Hard impact and casualties everywhere! She let out a keening scream so loud it masked Nathan’s own growls as his strokes sped up into short fast strokes. Laying her head on the counter, she let him do with her body as he pleased. When he finally joined her it was with a guttural groan.
He rested his body over hers. He probably would’ve felt heavy if she still wasn’t reeling from the intense feelings crisscrossing her body. When he finally eased upwards, it was only to carry her towards the bedroom - dinner forgotten.
CHAPTER 11
Shakira woke up the next morning to find herself lying on something hard, warm and alive, and a soothing hand stroking over her hair. She stretched as she rubbed the back of her hand over her eyes. When they finally peeled open it was to meet an expanse of tanned skin and muscular chest.
“Morning, Sunshine,” his voice rasped above her. She tilted her head upwards to meet Nathan’s smiling face. This was exactly how she wanted to wake up every day: with a beautiful man holding her.
“Good morning,” she returned, her voice still gruff from sleep.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” He tilted her chin upwards and touched her lips to his. The kiss was soft and lazy, a tender stroking of tongues and nipping of lips that gradually awakened her senses. She sighed softly as she relaxed into the maze of sensuality that was his kiss. It was only the need for breath that forced them to pull away.
“You taste minty,” Shakira commented as she rested her head on his broad chest.
“I brushed my teeth before you woke up.”
Her embarrassment was immediate. “Oh God!” She scrambled off the bed. How could she have kissed him with her stink mouth? Nathan’s laughter followed her to the bathroom.
“Ooh!” Shakira groaned once there was a locked door safely between her and Nathan. Not only was she rocking morning breath, but judging from the mirror at the hand-sink she looked a Lindsay Lohan mess. Her face and eyes were still swollen with sleep. Half her hair had exited the ponytail she’d so carefully drawn it into last night and for some reason she was in just a waist length t-shirt – no panties. Ugh!
Shakira knew she wasn’t one of those women who looked good in the morning, but this was just awful. To think Nathan had seen her like this. She sat on the toilet seat for a minute trying to figure out a dignified way to exit the bathroom and scurry to the guest bedroom where her stuff was. None came to her.
Talk about the walk of shame.
After washing her face and gurgling some mouthwash, she raked her fingers through her hair then replaited it. The image that stared back at her was better, but only marginally. She grabbed a towel from the rail next to the clear glass shower stall, wrapped it around her waist, squared her shoulders and exited the bathroom.
Nathan was leaning against the pillows when she walked back in. The moment he saw her, his face lit up in another small smile and he turned to his side. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nodded as her eyes lowered in embarrassment.
“Come here,” he called out, holding the covers up and spoiling her strategic plan.
Shakira’s eyes darted to the door then back to the man lounging lazily on the bed. Though his hair was ruffled with sleep, he somehow still made the style look sexy. Combined with the ripped body, hooded eyes, light morning stubble and toe-curling smile – it was disgusting. No man had the right to look better than a woman in the morning.
“Come here,” he repeated.
She sighed heavily before she took a tentative step forward and then another. The moment she settled in the bed facing him, he leant forward and pressed a kiss on her lips before drawing away to say, “You look beautiful.”
Before she could stop herself, she guffawed, “You must be kidding.”
“Why would I be
kidding?” His eyebrows knotted together in confusion.
She shrugged.
“Well I’m not.” Nathan smiled. His fingers skimmed her bare arm in tiny circles sending little tingles of delight across the expanse of her skin. “I love waking up to your face in the morning.” He leaned forward, his breath brushing over her face before he kissed the tip of her nose. “I love kissing you.” He snaked his arm around her waist. “I love holding you…and if you want evidence…” He shifted closer to press his already hardened shaft against her thigh.
Well, okay Mr. Hollis.
A wide smile covered Shakira’s face as she cupped his face and brushed her lips against his. It was only meant to be a small peck but she should’ve known that nothing about Nathan was small. His mouth opened beneath hers and his tongue sought hers. He wound a tune of magic that sang from her lips to every nook and cranny in her body.
Her fingers curled into the silky strands of his hair as she accepted his kiss. Until now she’d never understood the saying of making love with your mouth. But that’s just what Nathan was doing. His teeth nipped at her, teasing and then satisfying her. His tongue explored her with feverish intensity as his hand inched down her body.
She barely realized what he was doing until her towel slackened around her waist, falling open, and he shoved the covers completely away from their bodies. Unresisting, she let him turn her over onto her back winding her arms around his neck as he fit his weight half over her body. She inhaled a deep breath when his dick brushed against her bare thigh and entirely stopped breathing when his palm skimmed upwards to rest on her breasts.
The flimsy cloth was no barrier for his expert touch. When his palm curved over one needy mound, Shakira arched upwards and pressed deeper into his touch. He parted their lips as he measured, massaged and caressed her breast through her t-shirt.
“Open your eyes,” Nathan demanded. She didn’t want to. The feelings skittering across her nerves were too intense. He said, “I want to see.”
She peeled open her eyes.
The desire in his hooded orbs mirrored hers. His gaze was intent as he continued to play with her breast. Her eyes widened and mouth opened in an ‘oh’ when he pinched her nipple and heated need flooded to her pussy. He shook his head. “I want to hear you.”
This time when he tweaked her nipple, she let out his name, “Nathan.”
He lowered his head pressing a heated kiss against her cheek and rubbing his hard cock on her thigh as he repeated, “Say it again,”
Having learnt that obeying him brought good things, she whimpered, “Nathan.”
Within moments he’d drawn her t-shirt over her head. She didn’t even notice it flutter to the floor, all her intention on Nathan’s keen observation of what he’d revealed. For the briefest moment she felt discomforted by the attention. They’d never made love by morning light and though she knew she was fit it didn’t stop the self-consciousness. Was she what he expected? Did he think she was too skinny? Were her breasts too small?
“You’re perfect.” The man knew all the right things to say. He proceeded to show her he meant them by dipping his head and licking one pebbled tip.
“Ooh!” she whimpered when his open mouth surrounded her needy flesh and he suckled. Even if she could control her body, she doubted she would’ve wanted to. Her palms frantically roamed his hair and his back in plea for something she couldn’t quite express in words while her thighs wound over his waist as she tried to press her body against his. But Nathan didn’t need words. He shifted completely over her, his lips continuing a rhythmic torment from one breast to the other and then back to the other.
Shakira had never felt this kind of frantic need. She pressed her body upwards, her pussy brushing against the hard planes of his stomach. That wasn’t the part of his body she wanted.
“Please!” Her voice was as rough as the need coursing in her veins. Nathan lifted his eyes in response, their blue a brilliant ocean in the bright light of day. She repeated, “Please.”
“Okay.” He inched upwards, pressing open kisses on her upper chest, her neck, her cheek. Shakira’s hands glided over the smooth skin of his back, lowering with each upwards movement he made. Finally the head of his cock pressed against her opening, “That’s what you want?”
Her response was a whimper and a shift of her hips. The brush of his tip against her clitoris was like stepping on a live wire. If her body wasn’t already a bonfire on the rampage, the light teasing would’ve struck a match. She started to press lower, her opening beginning to swallow that tempting part of him. She almost screamed in frustration when Nathan withdrew.
“Just a minute,” he soothed as he reached across the bed and pulled a drawer open.
“Hurry,” Shakira begged. Even those brief moments apart as he sheathed his cock were too much and the two of them kissed frantically. When he finally pushed into her, it was like feeding water to a thirsty woman. She was frantic with need for him, her body rising to meet his descent into her body.
Every inch of his thick shaft brushed against her walls inflaming her with desire. With one forward motion he buried himself to the hilt.
He tore his mouth away from hers. “Fuck!” and buried his head into her neck as if overwhelmed by the pleasure. Shakira wanted more of it. She contracted the muscles of her womb around him and wound her hips in tantalizing motion as she wordlessly begged him to start moving.
And he did.
Slow measured strokes that increased in length and strengthened with each push in. His fingers dug into the globes of her ass, tilting her upwards as he ground his pelvis into her before pulling out again.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Shakira had never been a talker but when it came to Nathan it just seemed like her natural inhibitions went on hibernation allowing her body to respond as it wished. Her eyes shut, her arms clung around his neck and her thighs tightened around his flanks as she reveled in his frantic possession. Each long languid stroke doubled her pleasure then tripled it.
The heat coiled low in her belly as the shudders began to rock through her. She writhed on the bed as her pleasure crested in a glorious explosion. He strained against her, his breath shortening as he sped up inside her. Within moments he too lost control.
“Shakira,” he roared her name as he came. Replete he collapsed half over her, his breath hot and sweet against her neck.
For a long time they lay like that, then he silently shifted to his side, dragging her against him so that they spooned, her back to his front. Setting his chin on her shoulder, he slung his arm around her upper body and cupped her breast. In the eve of their lovemaking, his touch was more comforting than awakening. She lay in satisfied silence reveling in their closeness.
She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be with Nathan like this. After Charlie broke her heart she’d been sure that she’d never be open to any other man again. But there was no doubt about it. Nathan had her open. He’d taken her in when no one else in their right mind would’ve. She should’ve felt uncomfortable and ashamed for having practically moved in with him when they were just getting to know each other. Instead, she felt…peaceful.
Like this was where she was meant to be. Nathan was generous, a good lover and protective…everything she didn’t know she wanted in a man, until now. She didn’t know where this was going, but she couldn’t help but hope that it was going somewhere.
I should thank Eve for bringing him into my life. Nah! That was stretching it.
“Kira? You asleep?” His use of the nickname was a surprise, but a delightful one.
“Mm mm.” She shook her head.
He pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she said as she turned in his arms. When her gaze clashed with his, it was to find his eyes somber. Cupping his strong jaw, she asked, “What’s up?”
There was a long pause as he observed before he asked, “Why were you in jail?”
Her stiffening was immediate and automatic.
For some reason she’d completely forgotten her first day goof…or maybe she’d just convinced herself that he’d forgotten. The whole Charlie issue was not something you wanted anyone, least of all a potential beau, to know about. Her palm slipped away from his jaw but he caught her hand before it could completely drop. Buying herself some time she hedged, “Why’d you ask?”
“I’m sorry to pry,” he said. Toying with her fingers he added, “But I can’t help wanting to know everything about you and this is an important part of you.”
She thought of lying. London would’ve told her to lie her ass off. But apart from being as transparent as a polythene paper, Shakira didn’t want to lie to Nathan. He’d been too generous with her and deserved better.
Dropping her chin to her chest, she mumbled, “They thought I killed my ex.”
She expected his immediate exit from the bed. At the very least he was supposed to shift away from her. He didn’t. Instead he tipped her chin. His gaze was expressionless, showing neither sympathy nor disgust as he asked, “What really happened?”
Maybe she just needed to talk about it or maybe she felt comfortable with Nathan because she found herself pouring out the whole story to him. She’d been devastated after finding out about Charlie and Rochelle, no doubt. But even after three months of being angry at him some part of her still missed him. When he’d called her over to his house so they could talk, she’d agreed.
The moment he hadn’t answered his door even though it was open, she should’ve known there was something wrong. She’d found him lying on the floor, bleeding. Her first instinct had been to try and stop the bleeding, not the prints she’d leave if she touched him. In her desperation she hadn’t even notice the other occupant of the house.
“…whoever it was knocked me over the head,” she concluded. “When I woke up I was lying next to him covered in his blood and holding the gun.”
She trembled at the memory, a vision of Charlie lying on the taupe green carpet an unmoving and cold corpse.
“But if you didn’t shoot him surely there was no gun residue on your hand?” Nathan asked.