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and throw my head back, reveling in the way his amazing mouth feels on me.
    God, I missed having him do this to me, and he only did it once before!
    I feel his thumb on my clitoris, and push my pelvis against his mouth as electricity shoots through me, through my limbs to my toes, and up my spine.
    “Oh, fuck, Nate.”
    He sucks my lips into his mouth and presses harder on my clit and I unravel, completely coming apart at the seams.  He rains soft kisses on my inner thighs, then suddenly he’s standing before me, his pants unzipped and his beautiful cock is hard and ready for me.  I reach down and run my finger around the head and over the silver balls that I’ve grown to really, really love.
    Really fucking love.
    He sucks air in through his clenched teeth and I push him away from me to hop off the counter, still fully clothed.  I push him against the refrigerator and kneel, taking his cock in my hands and pushing up and down, loving how smooth and hard he is.
    “Oh, God, Jules, you don’t have to do this.”  I look up into his blazing gray eyes and frown.
    “You called me Jules.”  He gives me a cocky grin and shrugs and I reward him with a grin of my own.
    I resume massaging his impressive cock and swirl my tongue around the tip, then over, tasting a small bead of dew.  I like the way the apa feels against my tongue.  I look up at Nate’s face, elated at the raw lust in his eyes, and lick his shaft, from his scrotum to the tip, then sink my mouth over him.
    “Holy fuck.”
    It takes me a second to get accustomed to the piercing, but then I find a rhythm, up and down, pushing my lips over him, sheathing my teeth behind them.
    I push down until I feel those silver balls at the back of my throat and thank God that I don’t have much of a gag reflex.  Pulling back up, I swirl my tongue around the shaft, over the head, then sink back down.  I repeat this over and over, Nate’s breathing is labored and ragged, and I feel so sexy.
    Finally, I feel him start to tense and I move a bit faster.
    “Stop, baby, I’m going to come.”
    Fuck that!  
    “For fuck’s sake, Jules, stop.”  He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me voraciously.  I can taste me and him on our lips and I groan.
    “In me.  Now.” I murmur and he pivots so I’m now against the fridge and he lifts me, his hands cupping my ass, and pushes swiftly into me.
    “Oh God, baby,” His face is buried in my neck and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    He sets a fast, punishing rhythm, rocking in and out of me, and I know this won’t last long. My muscles tense and clench around him and my legs grip him more tightly to me and I bear down, coming again, gripping onto his shoulders for support.  He slams into me, hard, twice more and then tenses and I feel him erupt inside me.
    “Fuck,” he whispers and rests his forehead on mine.
    “Wow,” I respond.
    “Jesus, you have an incredible mouth.” He’s still panting, and I run my fingers through his hair and offer him a Cheshire cat smile.
    “So do you, ace.  You make me crazy.”
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    “Are you sure you have to go home?” Nate asks as he leans against the doorway of the spare bedroom, watching me pack my bag. I wrap my pink Louboutins in tissue and place them in the suitcase.
    “Yeah, I do. I have laundry to do and I need to get ready for my work week.” I smile over at him and am caught off guard at how gorgeous he is. I’m still getting used to seeing him dressed casually. He’s in a soft gray t-shirt, showing off his muscular biceps where they cross over his impressive chest. God, I love that tattoo on his right arm. His faded blue jeans hang low on his hips. He’s barefoot and his hair is loose.
    I catch his gaze and a slow, sexy smile spreads across those beautiful lips. He knows I appreciate what I see.
    Boy, do I.
    “When will I see you again?” he asks.
    “In about twelve hours, ace.” I smirk as I add the