Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

H is tongue is in my ass. Literally in my ass. I’ve never done butt stuff before. I didn’t even know I had the kind of nerve endings that he’s currently lighting up there. It feels wrong, filthy, but at the same time it feels… magical. I can’t help myself as I push my ass against his face, seeking something. I’m not sure what. I just want more.

His fingers enter my wet pussy and begin to lazily stroke in and out. “Oh Jesus, oh god, oh my.” My cries are muffled by the cushions on the sofa.

Nathan grunts behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass so hard I have no doubt they’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything right now except for coming. I need to come. I need it more than I need air, and I kind of need that a lot.

“Please,” I beg, again. I have no idea what I’m begging for.

Nathan removes his tongue and I feel his finger take its place. He slowly pushes a digit into my asshole. He’s now fingering both of my holes. It’s too much. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass of yours. So fucking tight,” he says, as he increases the speed of his thrusts.

“Oh god!” I scream. My legs tense up, and a light sheen of sweat coats my skin. My head shakes from side to side as my whole body explodes with an array of different sensations. Pleasure.

I blink my eyes open. I must have blacked out.

Nathan’s cock is buried inside my pussy. “Welcome back to the living,” he says as he drags his cock out of me before slamming it right back in. We’ve done this position before, but with the angle I’m at, bent over the sofa, it’s deeper than I’ve felt him.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out. With each thrust, he’s reaching a new depth. A new high.

“That’s it, baby girl, scream for me,” Nathan says, pumping harder into me.

“Nathan!” I cry out his name as my whole body spasms, and my pussy convulses around him.

“Fuck yes. Milk my cock. It’s all. Fucking. Yours,” he says between thrusts. I feel the warm liquid squirt inside me as he comes undone, following me over that edge. Nathan pulls out, turns me around, and picks me up. “Don’t even think we’re close to being done yet. We’re only just getting started.”

My eyes widen. I don’t know if I want him to be joking or serious right now. On one hand, I want all the pleasure this man can give me; on the other, I want nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep.

Nathan carries me into the bathroom, placing me on top of the counter. He bends down and turns on the taps, filling up the large claw-foot bathtub. He digs through the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of bubble bath. When he squirts the liquid into the water, a lavender scent fills the air.

I smile. “Do you have bubble baths often?” I ask.

“I happen to love a good bubble bath,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. It occurs to me that he never undressed. He managed to just fuck my brains out fully clothed while I was butt naked. Come to think of it, that seems to happen a lot with us. Nathan picks me up and sits me in the bath before climbing in on the opposite end.

“Mmm, this is nice,” I say, leaning back into the warm water.

“A bubble bath is always nice, but it’s much nicer with you in it.” Grabbing a loofah, he then holds one of my ankles in his hands, lifting my leg out of the water.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching him run the sudsy loofah down my leg.

“Taking care of you,” he responds.

“You know I can take care of myself, right?” For some reason, I don’t think we’re talking about bathing.

“I do know that. But I want to take care of you, Bentley. Let me.” His eyes lock on mine.

“Okay.”

Nathan runs the loofah up and down my leg, before placing it back in the water and picking up the other one. Then he repeats the process. When he’s done with that leg too, he tugs on my hand, pulling me into him. I’m straddling his waist as he continues to wash me, starting from my shoulders and working his way down my arms. Across to my breasts, which he pays extra attention to. The roughness of the loofah rubbing the sensitive tips of my nipples causes tingles to go straight to my core. I grind myself down on his hardness.

“Fuck. I think you’re clean enough,” he says, standing with me in his arms.

He puts me on my feet, grabs a towel from the shelf, and then proceeds to dry my whole body before roughly running the towel over his. Taking my hand in his, he leads me into his bedroom, where he lays me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. Positioning himself between my legs. His lips meet mine, his tongue pushing through as he kisses me in a way I’ve never experienced. His movements are measured. Passionate. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing along my chin.

“I love you,” he says, before entering me slowly.

“I love you too,” I tell him.

This is different. He takes his time, pushing in and pulling back out. Kissing me deeply as he makes love to me. We’ve fucked plenty of times, but this is the first time we’ve made love. My hands roam up and down his torso, feeling the ridges and grooves of his abs.

“I love you,” I whisper over and over again. A tear runs down my cheek.

Nathan wipes it away with his thumb. “I know,” he says.

Picking up one of my legs, he bends it back towards my shoulder, giving himself a deeper angle. He keeps his movements measured, slow, soft as he continues to make love to me. I can feel myself making that climb. I’m almost there. I’m so close. Nathan’s hand squeezes between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. And the moment they connect, I fly off the edge.

My whole body quivers as the orgasm racks its way through my every nerve ending. “I love you,” Nathan says, kissing my lips as he comes right after me.

Lying in bed with Nathan, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be. I love being with him. I love working with him. I love waking up next to him, going to sleep beside him. I just love him. I don’t ever want to lose this. I need to find a way to keep it. Keep him.

“Do you trust me?” Nathan asks, his hand stroking up and down my bare back.

“Of course I do,” I tell him.

“Then, I need you to trust me on this. Trust me when I say that you can continue to work at the firm. You need to renege on your resignation,” he says.

“You know, it’s playing dirty to bring this up when I’m basking in post-orgasmic bliss, Nathan.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get the job done.” He smirks before adding, “Just tell me you’ll think about it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll make you see that you can have everything you want, Bentley. There is nothing you can’t have if you put your mind to it.”

“What I want right now is French toast,” I tell him.

He laughs. “French toast. Okay. I can do that.” He slides out of the bed and walks into the closet. When he walks back out again, he’s wearing a pair of black workout shorts and no shirt.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Come back to bed. What I want right now is you.”

Nathan saunters over, leans down, and presses a kiss to my lips. “Food first. Can’t have you passing out on me.” He winks before straightening up again.

“I don’t care if I pass out.” I pout.

“I do,” he says. “Come on. Get up. You can whisk the eggs.”

“I can what the eggs?” I screw up my face.

“Fuck, I knew you grew up a little spoilt, but I didn’t think it was that severe. You do know how to cook eggs, don’t you, Bentley?” he asks.

“Sure I do,” I lie.

“Such a beautiful fucking liar.” He shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“It’s not my fault I never had to cook, you know. My mum just happens to be the best at it, so it makes sense for her to do it,” I tell him.

“We should have your mum over for dinner some time. I’d like to meet her,” he throws out.

“What? Why?” I ask him.

“Because she made you and I happen to love you. I want to meet her.” He shrugs.

“Okay,” I agree, though I have no intention of bringing my two worlds together just yet. My mum knows I’m seeing someone. She just doesn’t know who. Or that, that someone is my boss.

“You haven’t told her about us, have you?” Nathan asks me.

“I haven’t exactly been home much.” I try to feign nonchalance.

“Are you ashamed of dating me, Bentley?” he questions while pulling pans from the cabinet.

“Of course I’m not ashamed of you.” I’m not. I’m ashamed of myself. I knew better than to get involved with my boss. I know better too. But I’m not ashamed of him. He’s the complete package. Why he’s even still single, I have no idea. “Why are you still single anyway?” I say aloud this time. “I mean, you’re a catch? Why hasn’t anyone scooped you up yet?”

Nathan sets the pan on the cooktop and then turns around. “First of all, I’m not single. I happen to be going steady with a very beautiful, extremely intelligent woman. Second, I never allowed myself to get scooped up… before this woman came along and blew my fucking mind, body, and soul.”

Well, shit. I have no words.