Salvation (33 page)

Dressed in worn jeans and a short-sleeved casual shirt, with slicked back hair and finely trimmed stubble, the sexual afterglow Nate had made him impossible to resist. I couldn’t
not
touch or kiss him, as I fell perilously deeper under his spell with every passing second.

We dined on the finest seafood and wine and told stories of our families and childhoods. I felt a little melancholy, but there was also a lightness in my soul. Reliving happy memories of my mother was cathartic. Nate was charmingly funny, and I loved how he was so relaxed away from the pressures of work and other distractions. I didn’t mention it, but I noticed when he intentionally left his phone at home so there were no more unwelcome interruptions.

He was reluctant to talk about much past the age of eighteen, probably to spare me the sordid tales from college and university. Hearing how ordinary his life was made him all the more appealing. There was nothing flash about his upbringing. His later successes were down to hard work and commitment, yet he still managed to stay grounded. I had a suspicion that was due to his family and the people he chose to keep around him. Like Manny, who now lived in New York but had been his best friend since third grade.

I skipped over my own university years, enjoying myself far too much to let those miserable memories tarnish the evening. We talked about my job prior to landing work at RED, a temporary position at one of the big film studios. Nate was a big film buff, and after discovering we shared a common appreciation for the classic films from the fifties and sixties, pencilled in another date when he returned to LA.

We made it home in about fifteen minutes. Nate grabbed us some water whilst I went upstairs. The bathroom was smaller than the condo but equally as impressive. I rounded the huge oval tub set beneath the windows and closed the shutters. All white tiles and chrome fixtures, there was a huge shower head in one corner of the wet room, and two basins in the ceramic vanity. The towels and accessories were the colour of the ocean
…
and the colour of the eyes I found myself staring into when I emerged from the bathroom.

“
Nice shirt,
”
Nate drawled, eying my choice of nightwear
—
one of his t-shirts
—
with merriment. I was so mesmerised by the depth of his eyes, I didn’t notice he was nude until he
’
d passed me on his way to the bathroom.
Damn.

The moonlight cast a silver haze across the rolling ocean. With no sound and nothing to see for miles, I found it extremely serene, yet oddly surreal. This was worlds apart from my usual view. Most nights were seldom quiet, the noises from other residents in the building or outside were a constant.

“
Why are you in the dark?
”
Nate spoke from behind me.

“
You can actually see the stars.
”
I sighed wistfully, leaning against the cool glass.
“
It
’
s an incredible view.
”

The bedroom light came on, startling me. My surprise was extended when I saw my reflection in the glass as clear as if I were looking into a mirror.

His voice deepened.
“
Mine is spectacular.
”

I turned, unable to stop my gaze from wandering over him, head to toe, as he approached. Seeing Nate like this was a view I
’
d certainly never tire of.

“
I want to see your body in all its glory, not hide it in the dark. See it tremble when I cover you with kisses. Watch your face when I make you come.
”
My shaky exhalation was swallowed into his mouth. His tongue slid along mine in a way that made me ache.
“
You have too many clothes on.
”
His voice was rough. Both hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, taking the fabric with them as they glided back up my body.

Nate edged me backwards to the armchair and lowered us both onto it. He levered over me, one knee on the cushion next to my thigh, and a hand on the back by my head.

“
I crave you.
”
His free hand plumped my breast, his lips skimming across my skin.
“
All of you.
”

I arched my back as his tongue circled my nipple before being sucked into the heat of his mouth. I lifted my hips so my thigh brushed against his groin and let out a groan when I felt his erection, coinciding with the gentle suck of my other breast.

The longer strands of Nate
’
s hair tickled the flushed skin of my chest as he lowered his gaze down my body to where my legs fell open. He pushed a finger inside me with a low rumble of satisfaction.
“
You
’
re ready for me.
”
His stroke was firm and exact, confident and the ideal rhythm. He drew out, then slipped two back in.

“
I
’
m always ready for you,
”
I panted, the hand in his hair pulling, the other squeezing the back of his thigh. He blinked up, eyes full of fire and longing, his breathing shallow like mine, all the while his fingers penetrating me. An easy, sensual smile curled his lips.

“
Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are like this? Spread out, gifting yourself to me, letting me pleasure you.
”

“
Please, Nate,
”
I begged, shaking my head.

“
Hush, baby.
”
His lips moved over my blazing skin.
“
Soon.
”
He kicked away the footstool, all the while his fingers pushing in and out without faltering.

Nate knelt on the floor and yanked me to the edge of the seat. He hooked my legs over his shoulders.
God yes, this is what I want.

“
This,
”
he growled, spreading me open with his thumbs,
“
is beautiful. This is mine.
”

“
Ah, God,
”
I cried out when his tongue speared into me. His hands returned to my breasts, kneading and fondling. I lifted my hips, brazenly riding his tongue. My fingernails dug into the arms of the chair, the heels of my feet pressing into his back.

I bit my lip to stifle a groan, but when Nate gently sucked my clit, the sound came out, a strangled desperate cry of total submission. He was so skilled with his tongue, it drove me wild wherever it touched.

Seeing the dishevelled mop of dark hair bobbing up and down between my thighs was too much. I climaxed with a rush, my body jerking violently as the orgasm rode through me. I was still moaning his name and tugging his hair when Nate moved and I heard the telltale rustling of foil being ripped. He was relentless, his tongue still working over my swollen flesh, keeping me in a constant state of bliss.

My legs dropped from his shoulders, then Nate was up, levering over me, primely masculine, a feral look in his black eyes. He kissed me just as hungrily on my mouth as he had between my legs moments before.

“
Turn over,
”
he ordered hoarsely.

I complied and knelt on the seat, arms stretched in front of me for support. In the reflective glass, I could see him gazing at me in wonder as he stood behind me and traced his fingertips the length of my spine. My back bowed under his worshipping touch.

“
I
’
m in awe,
”
he whispered, folding over me. He brushed my hair so it fell over one shoulder, the heat from his nearness making my arms shake as I vibrated with need. He made me wait for it, taking his time, fluttering kisses over my skin, building the anticipation until I started to loose all sense, growing lightheaded from the sensations humming through my body.

I wanted this to last forever. Wanted his adoration, to get lost in him and us. Nothing could touch us when we were like this.

Nate reached my arse and murmured his appreciation. He bit softly, and I clenched, a delirious moan escaping my parted lips.
“
You like that?
”
he asked, amused.

“
I love everything you do to me
…”
My thoughts switched from languid lovemaking to a primal need to be fucked when his rigid cock stroked along my slick folds of skin.

“
Like when I do this?
”
He eased into me with a long groan.

“
Oh, God
…
yes.
”
Especially when he did that. I gripped the chair and pushed back into him. Nate held me steady at the hips and eased out. Then he rammed into me again. I knew it was going to be a fast claiming of me as he raced to his own orgasm. Each time he drew back, my muscles tried frantically to grip him and keep him inside. Defenceless and unable to touch him, I widened my legs, needing him to go deeper.

“
I
’
ll fuck you hard like this until you accept I don’t want to do it with anyone else,
”
he growled, fingers digging into my flesh.

I was riveted to the sight of our joined bodies in the mirrored glass. Mixed with his filthy words ringing in my ear, it was the most erotic scene I
’
d ever witnessed. A brief second of sensibility over whether we could be seen flashed through my mind. Then it was gone. Because the way Nate was turning me on, making me climb higher and higher as he staked his claim, I didn’t care.

“
It
’
s too much
…”
he groaned,
“…
feels too good.
”
He weighted me, his chest damp and hot as he wrapped an arm around my waist and crushed me back against him.

“
I know,
”
I whispered, turning my head to meet his mouth, letting our embrace stifle our ragged breaths. His cock pressed deep inside, stretching me until I couldn’t take anymore.

He fucked me to another explosive climax.
“
That
’
s it,
”
he encouraged, hearing my loud cries. He pressed a flushed cheek to my shoulder. His eyes widened when they met mine in the reflection.

“
Fuck.
”
He reared up, hips stilling as he took in the scene. He still didn’t break away when I glanced over my shoulder. Sweat dripped off his torso, his lips full and pinked, parted to suck in deep breaths.

I had to look away when he finally did meet my gaze, because his eyes filled with something I couldn’t let myself believe to be true
…
not this soon
…

Nate eased out and switched positions, sitting on the chair and encouraging me to straddle him.
“
Ride me,
”
he ordered hoarsely.

I found him and slid down until his cock was buried in me to the hilt. Using his shoulders for support, I leant back so his cock stroked deeper. Nate turned to the window so he could watch. I could see his reflection, see every move he made, the way he looked as he neared his own release.

I
’
d seen it before, but what I
’
d never seen was how
I
looked. The way I moved, the control I had, how sublimely sexual and comfortable I was making love to him. This was how Nate saw me.

Unguarded.
Stripped.
Unable to hide anything and fool nobody.

All self-conscious thought was banished by the slide of his hands all over my body and the pure gratification in his eyes. My insatiable need to come again grew unbearable, spurring me to move faster.

“
Baby.
”
His voice was softer now.
“
I love seeing two of you.
”

His confirmation took me tumbling over the edge for a third time. I carried Nate with me and we came together, my hands firm on his biceps, his hands tight on my hips, our eyes locked on each other.

“
Fuck!
”
I was physically and mentally shattered as I collapsed into the small space beside him.

Nate
’
s head fell back as he exhaled harshly.
“
Fuck.
”

I bit my lip to stifle a laugh but couldn’t prevent a giggle from escaping.

A jaw-dropping sated smile crept over his face as he rolled his head sideways and faced me.
“
That was insane.
”
He brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers, his eyes glassy and bright. My eyes fluttered closed as I murmured my agreement.

Nate got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he found me curled into the chair with the blanket covering me.
“
You sleeping there tonight?
”

“
Not sure I can move.
”
I stretched, admiring him as he leant over, caging me with his strong arms.

His eyes softened.
“
You look phenomenal.
”
Strands of hair fell onto his forehead in that sexy way that made me want to run my fingers through it. So I did.

“
Thoroughly well-fucked?
”
I asked without shame. It was exactly how I felt.

“
Best way to be, sweetheart.
”
He moved the footstool back and dimmed the lights. Then he sat beside me, tucking me into his side. I curled around him, covering us both with the blanket, and pressed my cheek to his chest. We fell into a comfortable silence, touching and stroking each other.

“
Looking at the sky reminds me of when I was little,
”
I said after a while, staring into the darkness outside.
“
If I had a nightmare, my father would sit with me on my bed, and draw imaginary shapes with the stars. He
’
d stay there until I
’
d forgotten all about it and fallen asleep.
”

“
You were a daddy
’
s girl?
”
Nate spoke into my hair, pressing a kiss to my crown.