His head is level with my chest, and he leans forward and places a soft kiss on my right breast, where the flesh swells out of my bra. I let out a hum of satisfaction. Then he flicks his tongue along my skin as he moves his mouth to the edge of the bra. His hands meanwhile roam over my stomach until one thumb slides under my bra.
He lifts his head and regards me. “I think you need to undress a little more for me. Take off your bra.”
I nod and lift my hands to the clasp. My bra falls to the floor, and Nate instantly captures an exposed nipple in his mouth. I whimper as his sucking sends waves of heat through me. This whole time the shower has been on, and between that and my lust, my body is coated with a glowing sheen of sweat.
Nate lifts his head and looks up at me. “Cynthia, I want you to know how much I want you. I want you to feel how hard I am.”
I nod, knowing what he means. I reach towards his jeans and unbuckle his belt. Then I slowly, just as he instructed me with my shift, unzip his pants and press my hand against his erection. It feels like an iron rod, firm and thick. I’m curious, but also cautious. I’m no expert. Nate must be used to such experienced women. I look at him, and he must read the hesitation in my eyes.
“Don’t worry, Cynthia, I said I’m going to teach you,” he says. “Didn’t I?”
His hands hold me still as he looks up at me. “Take off my shirt.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I grab his shirt and lift it above his head, not hiding my admiration of his chest, coated in a thick layer of hair, and his strong arm muscles.
“Cynthia, are you wet for me?” Nate asks.
A surge of daring sparks through me as I smile down at him. “You should feel for yourself, Daddy.”
Nate’s eyes light up at my playfulness as he slips his hand under my waistband and into my panties. Then his entire face seems to burn with desire as he feels the evidence of my desire. I’ve been so turned on by him that I’m sopping wet down there. He slides his finger against my folds and I let out a tiny mewl of pleasure.
Nate leans forward and presses his lips against my stomach. With his other hand he reaches up to massage my breast. The movement of his tongue around my navel sends chills radiating through my limbs.
“I’m going to take your pants off now, Cynthia,” Nate says. “And then I’m going to make you feel good. Would you like that?”
I close my eyes and nod. “Please, Daddy, please make me feel good.”
He moves his hands to my pants and slides them down over my hips, exposing my bare legs.
Then he stands up, and I nearly tumble backwards as he reaches his full imposing height, but he catches me just in time. With one arm, he reaches behind me and finally turns off the shower.
Then he scoops me up in his arms. My hands fall around his neck as he carries me out of the bathroom and towards my bed.
I blink as if in a daze. Was it only an hour ago that I planned to curl up in this very bed and watch trashy TV? And now Nate, who I’ve crushed on so hard, is making me feel things I never even imagined.
He spreads me down on the bed and stands above me. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he kicks off his shoes, then pulls his jeans down until he’s just in his form-fitting boxer briefs.
It’s my turn to run my eyes up and down his body, taking in his firm abs and the chiseled line of his thighs. There’s no doubt about it: Nate is a man, through and through.
My eyes linger on the bulge at his crotch. My thighs press together involuntarily. As much as I want this, it’s still my first time.
Nate sits down on the edge of the bed, and I lift myself up to kneel beside him. He snakes his arm around my waist and turns so our chests are pressed together.
“I want you to kiss me,” Nate whispers.
I don’t even answer with words. I just press my lips against his and try to put everything I’m feeling into that kiss. His mouth opens against mine, and he grips me tighter with his hands as the kiss deepens.
He pushes me back until I’m on my back, and he’s holding himself above me. I run my hands down his back, savoring the way he moans at my touch. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me, so that his erection brushes my sensitive clit through our underwear.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at me.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I smile because I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. “Yes.”
Chapter Eight
Nate
I can’t hold back much longer. Every second of foreplay has made me so aroused, I feel ready to burst.
I still can’t quite believe that Cyntha’s near-naked body is stretched out below mine, but there’s no way I’m going to question it. If it’s a hallucination, it’s the best one I’ve ever had.
I’m touched that she trusts me completely with her virginity. I know it took guts for her to tell me right off the bat, but I’m glad she did. I’m not upset by it. In a way, I’m glad that I get to be the one to ensure her first time
