Then, he sat back on his haunches and pulled the top of the bra down low enough that it exposed everything except for the very tips of my nipples. And since the bra was so damn tight, it stayed exactly where it was despite my boobs’ willingness to pop free.
Or my willingness to be free.
His tongue traveled along the line of the bra, dipping up and over each swell with the utmost care.
By the time that he finally tugged the bra the rest of the way underneath my breasts, I was a panting, needy mess that was seconds away from ripping the damn thing down myself.
The moment that he saw my breasts, he groaned.
“God,” he growled as he stared at the dusky tips. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to see these again since I was a kid.”
One time when we were vacationing together, Nathan had walked into the bathroom that I was changing in without announcing himself or knocking.
He’d taken one look at my breasts and had frozen.
Me?
Well, I’d done what any teenage girl would’ve done.
I’d screamed.
Before Nathan had left, though, he’d taken a good, long look.
A long enough look that it was likely that he was correct.
He’d liked what he’d seen.
“You make me crazy,” I whispered, arching up to put my breasts closer to his face.
Closer to that mouth that I wanted sucking on each turgid peak.
“Don’t rush me.” He pressed his hand down flat onto my belly. “I want to do what I want to do. I’ve been dreaming about taking this sweet little body of yours. And you won’t rush me.”
I groaned and fell back to the bed, realizing rather quickly that if I wanted Nathan, I was going to have to deal with Nathan’s attitude.
His ‘my way or the highway’ frame of mind that had always driven me nuts.
His take control nature was always one that’d really gotten on my last nerve.
Now, though?
It was hot.
Him controlling every single aspect of what we were about to do was sending tingles straight to my most intimate of places.
He moved up until his knee was pressed solidly between my legs, the hard meat of his thigh pressing against where I needed him the most.
Chapter 12
You’re wrong. Just sit there in your cave of wrong, and bask in your wrongness.
-Text from Reggie to Nathan
Nathan
There were things that I’d always wanted to do.
And there were things that I’d always wanted, but never thought I had a chance of doing.
And one of those things was lying on the bed, eyes glazed underneath me.
Her breaths were coming in shallow pants, and with each inhale and exhale, her breasts would jiggle.
I was practically drooling for her as I bent down and finally allowed myself to capture one of the dusky pink nipples between my lips.
I growled when she cried out in elation, her body moving in a rhythm against me as she tried to force me to move faster than I wanted to move.
I wouldn’t budge, though.
This was what I’d wanted for so long that I was going to do this right.
And thoroughly.
“Don’t move.” I pushed down on her belly again, causing her to growl in frustration.
“I’m not!” she cried out, anger lacing her tone.
“Could’ve fooled me,” I teased.
She hissed out a breath when I went back to her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it lightly.
Not hard. Not enough to cause her to buck against me.
But a little baby suck that would keep her anticipation peaked.
Her hands found my hair and she buried them down deep until she practically clutched the roots.
Then she gave a mighty tug and pulled until I either gave in and pulled away from her breast, or let her pull out my hair.
I bit down lightly, giving her a little pain of her own, and she lightened her pull. But she didn’t stop.
I laughed at the way that she growled so cutely in frustration.
“I want my pants off, goddammit!” she cried out. “Take them off!”
I laughed and instead switched to the other breast, pulling that one into my mouth hard.
She loosened her hold up even more, crying out and keening as I pulled on her nipple roughly.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
This time when I pulled myself up, I captured both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine, then went back to the neglected nipple that wasn’t as red or wet from my mouth as the other.
“Now, where was I?” I teased as I blew gently against it.
She shivered as goosebumps started to fill her chest.
Those nipples, though?
Those were perfect little peaks that practically begged for more attention.
At least, I was about to give them some before I found myself flat on my back and staring up at the ceiling in surprise.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, sitting up.
“That,” she growled as she crawled off the bed and roughly started to loosen the drawstrings of her scrub pants. “Was me getting you off of me so I could get these stupid pants off!”
I watched her tug them down as I contemplated my next move.
“I was leaving them on because I don’t have any condoms,” I pointed out.
She narrowed her eyes.
“I think we’re beyond that point, don’t you?” she asked grimly as she shoved her panties and pants down to her ankles.
They got tangled up around her ankles because she was still somehow wearing those ugly ass shoes.
But it didn’t take her long to kick them off.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered fiercely as her clothes sailed across the room.
I looked at her standing there in her bright pink compression socks that went up to her knees and knew that I’d never seen a more beautiful thing in my life.
She didn’t shave her pussy.
It was a bushy curly mess that made me want to bury my face in between her legs and stay there for days.
And her haughty, I don’t give a fuck attitude
