Chapter Five

Nathan

The drive back from the diner is ridiculously quiet, even while the air between us is fully charged.

The whole ride I can feel her watching me out of the corner of my eye. But, every time I turn my head to catch her, she looks away quickly like she's been caught doing something naughty. It's cute—damn near makes me laugh.

What isn't quite as laughable is the way her little thighs clench and tense. My eyes stray to the milky white skin more times than I can stop them and by the time we finally—mercifully—pull up to the duplex, my cock is straining at the zipper. As I turn off the engine, I try to talk some sense into my body. The girl admitted she'd never had a boyfriend. She may have let me be the first to get my mouth on her, but that doesn't necessarily translate to her being ready to have me inside of her. Get your shit together, Nathan.

We sit in the car for a long beat of silence. Sadie shifts in her seat, biting her lip, her eyes flickering over to me every few seconds. I can tell she's got something on her mind, and I'm about to ask her what it is when she blurts out, "I don't want to sleep in my apartment tonight."

She says it quietly like she's embarrassed. I look at her, really look at her, and I see that nervous energy all over again. I hate it. I don't want her to feel like she has to be ‘tough' for me and I especially never want her to feel embarrassed about telling me what she does and does not want.

"I don't want to be separated either," I admit. It feels weird saying it, but it's the truth. I haven't wanted to let her out of my sight since this morning. Actually, since the moment I first set eyes on her.

Her eyes light up, just a little, and she hesitates before suggesting, "Do you want to come inside?"

"To your bedroom?" The words are out before I can stop them, and her eyes widen just a bit. I'm about to laugh them off, play pretend like I didn't mean exactly what I said, but then she nods, and I feel that familiar surge of heat in my gut. I nod back, and we both move at the same time, practically scrambling out of the truck.

We're up the duplex stairs and in her house in record time. The second the door closes behind us, we're on each other. Her lips are soft and sweet, and I can't get enough. My hands find her waist, pulling her close as I press her against the wall. She's warm and fits against me like she was made to be mine. I'm having a hard time convincing myself that she wasn't made just for me. That she wasn't always meant to be mine.

I haul her in my arms and we stumble our way through the living room, up the stairs, and into her bedroom, barely breaking apart to breathe. My mind's a blur of want and need, and the only clear thing in all of it is that I would never stop touching her if I were given the choice. Judging by the way she's clinging to me, like I'm the only thing keeping her grounded, I have to believe she wants me just as badly.

When we finally make it to her bed, I toss her gently on it and she bounces in place, propped on her elbows and looking like an angel of desire. I pause, just for a second, just to really look at her. She's breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, and there's this trust in her eyes that hits me right in the gut. I crawl over her, kissing her again, softer this time. The moment our lips touch it's electric and I know, without a doubt, I'm exactly where I need to be.

Sadie opens up to me, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate clash that grows less soft and more heated by the second. She allows me to explore her mouth, her arms tightening around me as if this still isn't enough for her. That knowledge goes straight to my cock, and I start to get hard at the mere idea of her wanting even more.

I tangle my hands in her hair, angling her head so I have better access to her mouth. She breathes out sharply through her nose and lets out a moan that makes my length twitch. She holds onto me as though I'm her lifeline and kisses me like I can give her the very breath in her lungs. It's heady and exhilarating.

Just kissing Sadie is incredible. I could do it for the rest of my life and if this was all she ever wanted, I could still die a happy man.

"Nathan," she moans and I give her a sharp, but still light, slap on the thigh.

"Who?"

"Daddy please, I want more," she groans as she wiggles her hips under me, seeking friction from our connected bodies.

If she wants more, I intend to give it to her. I won't be satisfied until she is. Without breaking the contact I have with her, I move back just enough to grab onto the waistband of her pants. I unclasp the button with ease, suppressing a shiver when the sound of her zipper going down reaches my ears. Then, I push down the office slacks she's wearing along with her lace panties.

One day, I want to see her flounce around in these little lace sets she has, but for today, I need her bare more than I need to breathe.

"Let me take this off," I request, my hands on the hem of her shirt after I've tossed her bottoms to the side.

"Please." She's already lifting her arms to allow me to undress her further.

When I drop her shirt to the ground, I take a moment to admire the matching bra covering her breasts. They're a gift-wrapped package just for me, small but perky and perfect. After a beat, I reach behind her, watching her face as I unclasp her bra with one hand. Her green gaze is clouded with lust and desire. I hold her eyes while I slide the garment from her shoulders. When it falls to the bed, I look down and suck in my breath.

Exposed to me completely for the first time, her entire body is petite and feminine, and the sight of all that skin is driving me up the wall. The knowledge that no one else has ever seen my girl this bare, this exposed, this vulnerable is almost enough to make me come in my pants.

Her nipples are already hard and pert. They're dusty pink and irresistible. I can't stop myself from reaching out to cup one of her breasts, brushing my thumb against the sensitive nub. When she lets out a breathy whimper, I lean down to close my mouth over the other. Sadie arches forward, pressing her body against me. I swirl my tongue around the puckered flesh, pulling another delicious noise out of her.

"I want," her words are broken by another mewling sound as I nip the bud in my mouth, "you undressed too."

I give myself a few more seconds to enjoy toying with her before I pull away to follow my girl's wishes. She's flushed a bright pink all the way down her chest. Her pupils are blown so wide that I can barely see the brilliant green of her irises anymore. Her wavy blonde hair is already trussed from my hands being tangled in it earlier.

"Scoot up," I tell her as I drop my arms to let her get away, my voice deep and raspy. I climb off of the bed to undress.

It takes Sadie a second to get her body to move, but she finally crawls up her mattress. I watch her bare ass sway while I yank my shirt off. Then, my jeans are off, leaving my boxers on just in case she doesn't want anything more than my mouth or fingers.

"You can take those off, too," she says after she gets settled at the head of the bed. She drops her eyes to the floor as she adds, "If you want."

"Eyes, little girl." Her gaze snaps back to mine and I hold it as I slide my boxers down and kick them off.

Crossing the room, I'm aware of the way her eyes are glued to my almost entirely hard length. Her eyes snap up to mine when I stop at the edge, and her face goes from pink to red.

"You like what you see?"

Sadie nods, clearly struggling to keep her eyes off of my cock. I chuckle, climbing onto her bed and cupping her face. Her eyes flit closed as I lean in to capture her lips. It's intense, our bare bodies flush together as Sadie wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down hard.

Somehow, I manage to keep myself upright, not wanting to shove my dick against her too soon. I know that she wants me, but I still don't know how far she wants to go. She might just want me to eat her out naked or jerk me off. At the thought of her hands around my cock, I let out a groan that almost sounds like a growl.

After a few minutes of wet kisses full of the press of tongues and nips of lips, I start pecking my way down her neck. She whimpers when I reach the junction where her throat meets her clavicle. I bite down on it gently, bringing out a louder, more desperate sound from her throat.

She's breathing so hard that I can feel the rises and falls off her chest against mine. My cock twitches hard between my legs. Her obvious enjoyment is the biggest turn-on that I've ever encountered.

"Daddy," she gasps when I latch my mouth onto her nipple again and suck hard, her nails claw into my back wildly. "Oh god, please!"

"Please what, sunshine?" I hum, keeping my mouth on the nipple, but pulling my eyes up to peer at her.

"More," she says, brokenly. "I want more."

"You want more?" I repeat, finally letting go of her breast.

"Yes," she hisses, drawing the word out as her hands dance along my skin.

"What do you want?" I say, enjoying the way she squirms at the question. "Use your words, little girl."

She goes quiet and shy for a second before she whispers, "I want you to take my virginity."

I freeze in place, working overtime to control my desire to flip her on her stomach and push into her, fucking her until we both give out. It's her first time though and I'm determined to make it amazing. If she's serious this is what she wants.

"Are you sure, sunshine? You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She shakes her head rapidly her eyes wide, almost desperate.

"I'm sure. Please, I want it to be you."

I lean in and press my forehead to hers. "Sadie, if we do this, you need to know that it'll only ever be me. From now on. You'll be mine and I won't be able to stop myself from keeping you."

"I want to be kept. By you and only you." Her words are whispered like a promise and that's all I need.

I latch back onto her mouth and Sadie consumes all of my senses. I can't get enough of her—the way she moves under me, the way she sighs when I touch her. My mouth is insistent on hers, tasting, devouring, while my hand roams over her soft, warm skin. I squeeze her breast, feeling the way she arches into my touch, before letting my fingers glide down her abdomen, slow and deliberate. The tips of my fingers dance over the top of her thigh before sliding down to the more sensitive inner skin.

"You're so gorgeous," I murmur, keeping my lips so close to hers that they brush together with every word. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the anticipation in the way her body trembles beneath me. "I'm going to take such good care of you, Sadie."

"Please, Daddy. I need you," she whispers, her tone bordering on begging. It's the sweetest sound, and I want to give her everything she's asking for. I want to see her unravel under my touch, under me.

Watching her face as I draw my fingers even closer to her center, I tell her, "I need to make sure you'll be able to take me first. I don't want you to hurt."

She opens her mouth, probably to ask what I mean, but I slide one of my thick fingers inside of her, and the question dies on her lips, replaced by a moan. I swallow the sound, kissing her again as I slowly pump that single digit in and out of her. She's so wet, so ready, and my cock twitches at the thought of how good she's going to feel wrapped around me.

I hook my finger, gently caressing the upper wall, feeling her squirm as I search for the spot that will drive her crazy. I can tell she's already close, her mind too fuzzy with lust to think about anything but how good this feels.

After a few minutes of exploring her, I push another finger inside. This time, there's a pleasant stretch that accompanies the intrusion. I can tell she's trying to hold herself together, but the way her body tightens around my fingers tells me everything I need to know. She's losing herself in this, and I'm the one guiding her there.

I'm thorough, taking my time in a way that's both reverent and teasing. I watch the way she squirms, how her hips buck toward my hand, how her breaths come faster and faster. Every noise she makes fuels the fire in me. I want to hear more, to make her beg for more. I'm completely and totally in control, and I can see in her eyes that she loves it.

"Oh god," she manages to get out, her words garbled with lust and desire, her need evident in every syllable. "I'm ready I swear. Daddy, please."

"What is it, sweetheart?" I ask, pulling back just enough to see the way her face contorts with pleasure as I continue to piston my fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Everything okay?"

"You want another finger?" I ask my tone so close to genuine that it almost sounds like I don't know what she's asking for, what she's ready for. But I catch the glint in her eyes. She knows I'm teasing, and she's loving every second of it.

"No," she grinds out, digging her nails into my back as my hand speeds up. "No, your…."

"My what, pretty girl. Say it," I demand, leaning down to kiss her gently, savoring the way she melts into me.

"Your cock, Daddy," she breathes against my mouth. "I want your cock."

"I'll give you whatever you want," I promise her.

I pull my fingers out of her and the way her body clenches around nothing makes me grin. She's so ready, and I'm going to give her exactly what she's been begging for. In an instant, I'm positioning myself at her entrance. I go slowly, sliding the head of my cock through the wetness of her folds. She's so tight, that I have to take my time. My cock stretches her in a way that makes me feel like I'm going to lose my mind. The feeling of her surrounding me, taking me in, is almost too much, but I keep myself in check, holding back, making sure she's okay.

"How's it feel?" I whisper, kissing her cheek, my body shaking with the effort of keeping my baser instincts under wraps.

"Amazing," she gasps, her eyes closed as her body adjusts to the stretch. "You're so big, Daddy. I don't know how you fit."

I chuckle, pressing my cheek against hers. Her words make me swell with pride, and I can't help but feel like I could spend the rest of my life right here, with her. But I know we're just getting started, and things are only going to get better.

"Are you going to move faster?" she asks, her voice slow and thick like she's speaking through honey.

"Of course I am," I say, the anticipation in my voice making her shiver. "I just want to make sure you're ready. I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not going to hurt me," she promises, rocking her hips, and urging me to move. I groan at the sensation, and I can only imagine how good it's going to feel when I finally give in.

"I'll still start slow," I assure her as I pull myself back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in.

She groans, throwing her head back against the pillows, her body tight and welcoming around me. I pull out again, thrusting back in a little faster, a little harder, but still holding back. I want to savor this, to draw it out, to make it last. I know she needs more, but I'm not ready to give it to her just yet. I want to take my time, to enjoy every second of this.

"You feel so good," I growl, kissing her again, swallowing the little sounds of pleasure she makes.

She returns the kiss, her hands running up and down my back, her body moving with mine. This is indulgent and filthy, and I can't get enough of it. I realize all at once that she's everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever needed, and every decision I've made has led me to this moment with her.

"You like this?" I coo, reminding her that she's here with me, that this is real. "Tell me how you're doing, beautiful."

"Feels incredible," she says, her voice breathless and full of awe. "You're amazing. So glad I found you."

"I'm so glad I found you," I repeat, meaning every word. "So fucking glad. You're mine Sadie Prescott and I'm never letting you go."

With that, I speed up. My hips snap against hers, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. Her eyes roll back, and I know I'm hitting the right spot, the spot that's going to send her over the edge.

I shift my position, resting my weight on my elbows, changing the angle just enough to reach even deeper inside her. She gasps, her body tensing, and I can tell she's close. Then, on a particularly hard thrust, I see her eyes flutter, and she cries out.

"Whu—" she starts to say, but I cut her off, hitting the same spot again, making her gasp.

I laugh, continuing my relentless pace. "God, you make such pretty sounds."

Her moans go straight to my head, and I let out a low growl of satisfaction. I'm giving her exactly what she needs, and it's driving me wild. The way her body responds to me, the way she tightens around me—it's perfect. Nothing else matters. This is everything.

"You close, pretty girl?" I ask, my voice rough and instinctual. I'm so close myself that I can barely hold back. "You going to come for me?"

"Uh huh," she groans, her body trembling beneath me.

"Tell me whose it is." I need to hear it from her mouth. "Tell Daddy whose pussy he's fucking."

"Yours," she gasps out. "All yours. All for you. Just for you."

"That's it," I murmur, my thrusts harder, faster, more desperate. "You are all mine, aren't you? This pussy is just for me. Go ahead, beautiful. Come for me. Show me how good you feel."

On my next thrust, I feel her tighten around me, and I know she's there. Her body tenses, and she cries out, pulling herself up against my chest. I keep moving, feeling her pussy pulse around my cock, and it's enough to push me over the edge.

"Good girl," I growl, my thrusts getting wilder, more erratic. "God, you're perfect. You sound so pretty. I'm gonna come, gonna come right inside this tight little pussy."

Less than a second later, I release inside of her, filling her up with my seed. She whimpers, and I feel another wave of pleasure run through her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her close, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside of her.

"Oh my god," she murmurs as I pull out of her slowly, hissing as I do.

"Yeah," I agree breathlessly, loosening my grip on her to give her the chance to readjust.

She doesn't move away from me like I thought she would. Instead, as I roll over onto my back, she tucks her body against me. I wrap my arms tightly around her and pull her into my chest. A different kind of warmth spreads through my body, and I think this softness is just as good as the sex we just had.

Is this what love feels like?