recite my number for him as I watch him enter it into his phone.
"Did that guy call you?" He reaches to place his phone on the table. "The chef guy. Did he call?"
"No." I shake my head. "He won't."
"He will." He pulls me closer to him. "He wanted you. I could see it on his face."
"That was fear when you stood next to us glaring at him." I snuggle into his chest.
He reaches for my hips to pull me into his lap so I'm facing him. "When a man wants a woman it's there, in his eyes. The want and then need is there. I saw it on his face."
I pull my hips closer to him, my wetness sliding over his pants. "Is it on your face?"
"Every time I see you." He moans as he reaches to grab my thighs.
"The first night you saw me it was there." I push back and then pull forward again, tempting his erection through the material.
"It was there when you walked through the door of the club." His hands inch even higher. "I had to have two drinks just to calm my cock down."
"You knew you'd have me." I say it as fact. I know it's the truth. I remember exactly how he looked at me that first night at the club.
"I almost had to jerk myself off in the men's room. I couldn't control the want or the need." He moves his hands up my sides, pulling the dress with them. "That tight little body teasing me from across the room."
I lift my hands above my head and he pulls the dress over. "I wanted you too," I whisper.
"You came to the club to get fucked." He pulls the front clasp of my bra open. "You were made to be fucked by me."
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I throw my head back at the sensation and I feel his hand push down my belly.
"You're so wet and ready." He moves his finger quickly across my clit. The pressure is so light I can barely feel it. "Sometimes, at night, I close my eyes and think about how you taste and I jerk myself off."
I moan at the thought of him coming to any thoughts of me. I push his hand back down, towards my center. He pulls it back up as I moan in protest.
"I'm going to make you scream, Jessica." He holds my hips as he shifts his hips to the side, pulling himself down on his back. "You're going to ride my face until you can't take it anymore."
I feel him pull my thighs towards him and I eagerly acquiesce. I move my body so my core is right above his mouth. I feel so close already and he hasn't even touched me with his tongue yet.
He jerks my legs and I fall forward, my cleft meeting his mouth. He sucks the folds between his lips and I reach for his hair. I pull on it, looking down. His eyes bore into me as I feel the first orgasm wash through me.
"Nathan," I murmur.
"Again," he whispers before he claims me with his tongue. I groan at the intensity and rock my hips back and forth, using his tongue as a tool for my pleasure. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tighter into his sweet embrace.
His tongue flutters over my clit as I push myself into him. I feel so wanton, so brazen. I'm perched above him, taking all the pleasure I can from him while he's fully clothed beneath me. I glance back and see his erection straining against his pants. I want to taste him too. I want to feel that.
I'm pulled back into the moment when he sucks gently on my clit. I'm so close to the edge again. I grip his hair, pulling it hard. His tongue spears into me and I fall into the clutches of an intense climax. I scream his name as I fall forward.
"Again," he whispers and I try to pull away. I can't. It's too much.
"No," I protest weakly as he grips my thighs even harder. "No."
He nods his head as I race to the edge quickly yet again when he sucks on my clit with reckless abandon. I feel so sensitive, so swollen. I can't take it.
Tears stream down my face as I feel the last orgasm rise from within. I curve my back, pull his head into me and let out a deep, intense and soul-wrenching moan.
Chapter 21
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the address change until this morning."
"Did that guy call you?" He reaches to place his phone on the table. "The chef guy. Did he call?"
"No." I shake my head. "He won't."
"He will." He pulls me closer to him. "He wanted you. I could see it on his face."
"That was fear when you stood next to us glaring at him." I snuggle into his chest.
He reaches for my hips to pull me into his lap so I'm facing him. "When a man wants a woman it's there, in his eyes. The want and then need is there. I saw it on his face."
I pull my hips closer to him, my wetness sliding over his pants. "Is it on your face?"
"Every time I see you." He moans as he reaches to grab my thighs.
"The first night you saw me it was there." I push back and then pull forward again, tempting his erection through the material.
"It was there when you walked through the door of the club." His hands inch even higher. "I had to have two drinks just to calm my cock down."
"You knew you'd have me." I say it as fact. I know it's the truth. I remember exactly how he looked at me that first night at the club.
"I almost had to jerk myself off in the men's room. I couldn't control the want or the need." He moves his hands up my sides, pulling the dress with them. "That tight little body teasing me from across the room."
I lift my hands above my head and he pulls the dress over. "I wanted you too," I whisper.
"You came to the club to get fucked." He pulls the front clasp of my bra open. "You were made to be fucked by me."
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I throw my head back at the sensation and I feel his hand push down my belly.
"You're so wet and ready." He moves his finger quickly across my clit. The pressure is so light I can barely feel it. "Sometimes, at night, I close my eyes and think about how you taste and I jerk myself off."
I moan at the thought of him coming to any thoughts of me. I push his hand back down, towards my center. He pulls it back up as I moan in protest.
"I'm going to make you scream, Jessica." He holds my hips as he shifts his hips to the side, pulling himself down on his back. "You're going to ride my face until you can't take it anymore."
I feel him pull my thighs towards him and I eagerly acquiesce. I move my body so my core is right above his mouth. I feel so close already and he hasn't even touched me with his tongue yet.
He jerks my legs and I fall forward, my cleft meeting his mouth. He sucks the folds between his lips and I reach for his hair. I pull on it, looking down. His eyes bore into me as I feel the first orgasm wash through me.
"Nathan," I murmur.
"Again," he whispers before he claims me with his tongue. I groan at the intensity and rock my hips back and forth, using his tongue as a tool for my pleasure. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tighter into his sweet embrace.
His tongue flutters over my clit as I push myself into him. I feel so wanton, so brazen. I'm perched above him, taking all the pleasure I can from him while he's fully clothed beneath me. I glance back and see his erection straining against his pants. I want to taste him too. I want to feel that.
I'm pulled back into the moment when he sucks gently on my clit. I'm so close to the edge again. I grip his hair, pulling it hard. His tongue spears into me and I fall into the clutches of an intense climax. I scream his name as I fall forward.
"Again," he whispers and I try to pull away. I can't. It's too much.
"No," I protest weakly as he grips my thighs even harder. "No."
He nods his head as I race to the edge quickly yet again when he sucks on my clit with reckless abandon. I feel so sensitive, so swollen. I can't take it.
Tears stream down my face as I feel the last orgasm rise from within. I curve my back, pull his head into me and let out a deep, intense and soul-wrenching moan.
Chapter 21
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the address change until this morning."
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