Whining, I rest my head on my forearms and rub myself against his taut thigh muscle, stifling a moan at the delicious friction it provides my aching center. I need more. Lifting my hips, I push my ass into the hand rubbing over my tingling flesh.
He groans and spanks me again.
A keening moan is torn from my throat. “Nate, please?”
“You like being bent over my knee like this?” Smack.
“Yes,” I cry out, and he delivers another blow.
I’ve never ached to feel him inside me more than I do right now. It’s a visceral longing that comes from somewhere deep and carnal. This should feel so wrong, but in his arms everything only ever feels right. When he sinks two fingers inside me a second later, I scream his name so loudly that I’m sure people passing by on the street must hear me, but I no longer care. All I can focus on is Nathan.
“You’re soaked for me already, corazón. I knew this would get you worked up.” He spanks me again while he slides his fingers in and out of me.
“That feels so good.”
“You look so good. Naked on my lap, soaking my hand with your juices.”
Oh, dear sweet mother in heaven, that mouth!
Just when I think Nathan has me on the edge and can’t possibly make this whole situation feel any filthier than it already does, he coats a fingertip with my arousal and slides it up the seam of my ass before pressing it against the tight ring of muscle. I almost freeze at the foreign sensation, but I’m too far gone. “Has anyone ever taken you here, corazón?”
“N-no.”
He presses more firmly, and I tremble with anticipation, which he seems to take as an invitation to push the tip of his finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed as a violent tremor rockets through my body.
His groan is deep and low and full of satisfaction. “You’re going to let me take you here though, aren’t you?”
God, he can take me any way, anywhere. “Y-yes.”
He glides his finger in and out of my ass while he keeps two more in my pussy. “Good girl.”
A guttural groan rasps in my throat. I’m so close. “Nathan, please!”
Instead of taking pity on me, he removes his fingers. I whine at the loss of his touch, sinking onto his lap like I’m boneless. So he’s edging me even though I did what he asked?
“Come here, corazón.” His tone is soothing as he pulls me up into a kneeling position on the bench so I’m straddling one of his powerful thighs. He snakes one arm around my waist and uses the other to tangle his fingers in my hair and keep my head in place. “There’s something unbelievably sexy about you being naked on my lap while I’m in my suit.”
I roll my hips, and the hardness of his thigh between my legs makes pleasure curl in my center. “Yeah, you do seem to have a thing for that.”
Nathan rests his lips against my ear. “You don’t deserve to have me make you come.”
I pout.
He trails his teeth and tongue along my jawline and down my neck. “But I’d like to see you make yourself come riding my thigh like that.”
He sucks a hardened nipple into his hot mouth, and I moan his name, winding my fingers through his thick hair as I rub my aching pussy over him. Despite what he just said, he stokes my orgasm, squeezing my breasts in his huge hands and teasing my aching nipples with his delicious mouth until I’m on the edge of ecstasy. He grabs onto my hips, pulling me tight against his taut muscles and grinding his leg against my clit.
Unable to hold on any longer, I throw my head back as my orgasm washes over me. Warm and heavy, it takes me under with its intensity. And it’s Nathan who brings me back, wrapping his arms around my waist and sinking his teeth into my neck.
When I can see again, I stare into his dark eyes, panting for breath.
Looking down, he smirks. “You’ve made quite the mess there, corazón.”
I follow his gaze, and my cheeks burn with mortification at the sight of my arousal coating his expensive suit pants. His entire left thigh is covered in me. “I’m so—”
He squeezes my jaw and cuts off the rest of my apology. His dark eyes narrow, glimmering with a danger that makes me swallow nervously. “Don’t you dare apologize for having any part of you on any part of me.”
I press my lips together to stop myself from apologizing again.
“Get dressed, corazón. We’re leaving.” He lifts me off his lap, then uses his cloth napkin from dinner to wipe his pants and stuffs the damp material into his jacket pocket.
“That’s theft.” Flashing him a mischievous grin, I grab my panties from the floor.
“That is making sure nobody but me gets to touch or smell my wife’s cum.” With that, he lets out an animalistic growl.
I don’t know if he’s still mad about earlier, but even if he is, make-up sex with Nathan James will undoubtedly be even hotter than what we just did.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
NATHAN
I’ve been feral with the need to fuck her since we were in the restaurant, but I’ve enjoyed teasing her too much to take her. Even in the car when she sat on my lap the entire ride home, I was too preoccupied with keeping her on the edge to do anything more than toy with her. But now, with the two of us alone in our penthouse, I’m going to claim every part of her.
We stare at each other, each of us panting with need, our breathing fast and hard.
