19. Rosalyn

NINETEEN

ROSALYN

I grip his shirt, keeping him as close to me as possible.

The feeling of his hand… Of his fingers… It's overwhelming.

Nathan rocks his palm against my clit.

He slides his fingers in and out of me.

He lets out low groans each time my core clenches around him.

And I'm barely able to stand.

I drop my forehead to his chest, and he lets go of my ponytail to palm the back of my neck.

His grip is possessive.

It's everything.

It's all I've ever wanted.

I clench my eyes shut.

I focus on staying up.

I focus on enjoying the moment.

He keeps his focus between us.

His fingers don't stop.

He doesn't slow down.

And as soon as he shifts his hand and his thumb rubs across my clit, I know I'm nearly there.

His thumb swipes again .

My body starts to tense. Bracing for what's next.

"You close, Beautiful?" Nathan presses his mouth against the top of my head.

I nod, my forehead bumping against his chest.

"You gonna make that pussy come all over my fingers?"

I nod again.

He moves his thumb with greater purpose.

"Tell me," he demands.

"I'm close," I pant.

The first shimmer of an orgasm dances up my spine, and a tear trails down my cheek.

He shoves his fingers impossibly deeper. "Tell me how close you are."

"I'm there." My voice breaks. "Don't stop. Please, Nathan. Don't stop."

Then his thumb hits me just right, and I convulse around his fingers.