She arched into him, matching his thrusts. He angled his mouth against her neck, kissing her there, working his way up to her ear as he swiveled his hips, then paused, making her want him even more before he answered her body’s prayer and drove into her.

His hand came down hard on her chin, gripping her. He turned her face, so she was even closer to him. Her body sang out in response, wetness coating him. “Do you feel that? How wet you get with me?”

“Yes.”

“I can feel you all over my cock. I can feel you when you get more aroused. Your pussy gets so hot, and you grip my dick, and then I slide in even more,” he said, in a harsh whisper in her ear. As if on command, she felt that rush of heat swoop from her belly straight between her legs. “Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that. God, I love it, Casey. I fucking love everything about this.” He picked up speed, fucking her harder and faster, his hand on her chin, his other hand still gripping her breast. She could barely move, and she didn’t want to. All she wanted was this possession, this complete and utter possession.

“Me too. No one has ever made me feel this way,” she managed to say in between her pants and moans.

“How do I make you feel?” he asked, raising up, and then slamming back into her.

She searched for the words; she felt them on the tip of her tongue. She knew what she was hunting for, but she was afraid to say it, so she managed something close enough. “Like you can’t get enough of me,” she answered, looking up at him, even from this position. His eyes blazed at her; they were full of such passion. She was caught in a tractor beam of intensity.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, so raw and hoarse as he ran his finger over her mouth, brushing it along the inside of her bottom lip. She nibbled on his finger then opened her mouth to lead him in. He slid his finger between her lips. She eagerly took it, sucking, swirling, loving on his finger as if she were sucking him off while he pushed deeper into her pussy. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you?”

“How long?” she asked as he simulated fucking her mouth.

He moved his mouth to her ear. “I’ve wanted you so fucking much. For so fucking long,” he whispered, and it was a confession. A complete and utter confession that shocked her to the bone then sent a glorious burst of pleasure down her spine and straight to her core.

“Nate,” she moaned. “I need you to untie me. Flip me over, and make love to me like that.”

In seconds, he’d freed her hands from his shirt, and turned her over, missionary style. He slipped out of her in the process, and she sat up, reaching for his erection, sliding him home again as she lay back on the mattress, raising her knees to clamp them on his hips.