I hitch my left leg up around his hip and he grabs my ass and grinds his cock against my panty-covered center, sending sparks all the way up my spine.

“Oh, God, Nate,” I whisper, running my fingernails down his back.  My hips are moving in a delicious rhythm against him, our breathing is loud and ragged.

“Baby, I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”  He’s kissing my jaw now, over to my neck and sucks gently on my earlobe.

“I want you.” I murmur.

“God, I want you too.”  He pulls my bra straps down and pushes the material down my torso, unleashing my breasts.  His delicious mouth closes over one, gently suckling, and his fingers gently pull the other, and with his cock rubbing back and forth over my clit through my panties, I’m about to come undone.

“Fuck, Nate, you’ll make me come.”

“That’s the point.  Come for me, beautiful.”  He rocks those hips again, and his lips close over my other nipple, and I just fall apart beneath him, crying out as my body shudders.

As my breathing calms, and I’m able to open my eyes again, I see Nate braced above me, his elbows on the bed beside my head.  He’s brushing my hair back off my face, and his eyes are warm and happy.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

This could be a mood killer.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to use condoms with you, baby.  I know it sounds irresponsible, but I promise you, there hasn’t been anyone for me since before you and I were together the last time.”

I shake my head.  I want to feel him.  Just him.  And I trust him completely, which is so new, but we’ve known each other for a long time, and I respect him.  “Me neither.”

“Really?” his eyes widen in surprise.

“No, no one.  Did you think there was?”

“I just assumed… you’re so amazing… Thank God.”

I push him onto his back and straddle him.  He reaches down and rips – literally rips – my panties in two and throws them on the floor.

“Didn’t like those?” I ask with a smile.

“They were in my way,” he responds and grins.

I raise my hips and, holding him in my hand, slowly guide him inside me.

Oh. My. God.

I need to kiss whomever invented the apadravya.  A lot.  It feels incredible, having those two small balls massage the wall of my vagina.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”  Nate’s jaw is clenched, his hands cupping my ass, and I lean down and gently kiss him and rest my forehead on his, bracing myself on his shoulders.

I slowly start to move, up and down and the sensation is just… so good.

“Oh, Nate,” I whisper against his mouth.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers back, and I sit up, and start to really ride him, hard.  He raises his hips in a counter-rhythm, bucking me up and down, and I’m lost in him.  I throw my head back and revel in the bliss of Nate being inside me, and I start to feel my body tense, my legs start to shake, and Nate suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around my waist and his mouth around my nipple, and I come undone, shattering around him.

He grips my hips tightly and pulls me against him, hard, and cries out my name as he empties himself into me.

Our breathing is ragged as I rest on his lap, he’s still inside me, and I push my fingers through his soft hair.  I lay my forehead against his and smile.

“Well, that was… wow.”

He chuckles and runs a hand down my back, from the nape of my neck to my ass.  “That was definitely wow.  Are you okay?”

“Hmmm.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Hmmm.”

He laughs and lifts me off of him and sets me down on the bed.  He switches off one of the lights, turns down the covers and tucks us both in, pulling me against him.  I lay with my head on his chest and use my finger to trace the outline of his tattoo.

“You don’t have any tattoos,” he murmurs.

“No, I’m allergic to needles.”

“Huh?”  He pulls back so he can see my face and I grin.

“I’m scared shitless of needles.  Natalie had to get me stinking drunk in college just to get my ears pierced. So if you prefer girls with body art, I’m not your girl.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.  “You’re my kind of girl, with or without body art.”

“Yours are beautiful.” I murmur.

“Thank you.  Do you want me to turn the light out so you can sleep?”

“I like having the lights on so I can look at you,” I whisper shyly.

“Go to sleep, honey.”  He hugs me close and I close my eyes and drift.

***

I can’t sleep.  It’s two a.m. and I’m wide awake.  Nate is sleeping peacefully on his side, facing me.  The sidelight is still on, and I can’t help but stare at him.  His face is relaxed, his dark eyelashes laying against his cheeks.  He’s just so handsome.

And I’m restless.

I slip from the bed, out of the room and down to the spare bedroom where my suitcase and purse still are.  I pull on some pajamas, grab my iPad and iPhone out of my purse and go into the kitchen.

Chocolate.

I help myself to a slice of the decadent chocolate cheesecake and check my iPhone.  No messages.  Good.  I fire up the iPad and perch on a stool, nibbling on the second most delicious thing in the world, ranking just below the very sexy Nate.