[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 | Post 05 - Impatient and Hypocritical. (Patreon)

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Nathaniel pressed me back against the wardrobe, rattling the frame with the force of it as he kissed the side of my neck. My pants were already gone, underwear torn and shirt hanging on only by the last two remaining buttons fighting against his rough enthusiasm. His disregard for my clothes was amusing at the least. If I’d torn his shirt he would chastise me for days afterward. His teeth scraped my shoulder and I groaned from the base of my throat when his fingers, slick with clear lubricant from his nightstand, pressed deeper into me. 

“Good~” he whispered against my ear, biting the lobe playfully.

I put my head back, inviting him to nibble along my jaw as I tried to catch my breath. “There’s no need to be so– mean–” I whimpered the last word as his mouth found mine.

He inhaled me with the kiss, pressing his tongue into my mouth and fighting for control. Desperate for his closeness, I wrapped my legs against his waist and rocked my hips against his. Fingernails scraping the back of his neck as I tangled my hands into his thick hair.  Thunder could have struck us then, I wouldn’t have noticed. I wanted to live under his skin.

Saliva bridged the space between our lips when I pulled away to breathe. Fingers slipped out, and he pressed against me through the fabric of his trousers instead. 

“Hurry up…” I demanded with nothing short of irritation. How dare he not be free of his clothes yet?

Redirecting my attention downward, I fumbled with the zipper of his pants and forced my hand into his underwear. Finding what I wanted already full and throbbing I stroked him carefully, rubbing my thumb up the underside and over the tip until his breath caught. He hoisted me up higher onto his waist. “We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he commented.

“I don’t care.”

He teased me a moment longer. Grinding against where I wanted him to go until I was tingling with anticipation, before at last pressing in until there was no space between us. Fireworks scattered through my lower abdomen and into the base of my spine, pain intermingling with overwhelming pleasure. When he moved, it was with slow purposeful thrusts that left me without the ability to speak.

I held onto him tighter, curling against him and hugging him to my chest as the breath left me in a nearly silent, inarticulate rush of air. The heavy wooden shelving knocked against the wall with increasing repetition with each powerful thrust teetering it back on its legs. The hinges of the door complained, and I squeezed Nathaniel’s hips between my thighs.

For the lack of space between us, I rubbed against his stomach and felt the shift of his muscles with each thrust. My breaths came ragged as I neared the point of no return. 

“Not yet,” he murmured the gentle command against my skin as he reached between us. 

His fingers curled around me and my insides flipped, drawing an unbridled groan from the back of my throat. “Please- please let me…” I sighed the syllables.

“Do it in my hand…” 

I leaned into it obediently, too desperate for release to care about the orders. His grip was firm, and cool, and mildly frustrating. I wanted him to hold still and let me use him, but he wouldn’t permit me to race to the finish line. The twitch of his lips into a smirk let me know he knew what he was doing. My slick leaked into his palm, and I put my head back. “Please, I want to- please….”

Hearing me beg made him more vigorous, like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but he at last was kind. Shivering and twitching I finished in his hand with a cry of relief. His thrusts matched pace with my pulses and the last one was so deep it made the corners of my eyes water. It flooded me with a squirt of cool liquid and sent a cascade of butterflies into my lower back. 

He gave two slow, final squelching pumps to fill me and pulled out with a wet ‘pop’. I trembled in his arms, too weak to stand on my own with his residue trickling down my thighs and dripping onto the floor. My heart thundered in my chest and he panted against my neck.

“Commands…” I tried to scold him, but couldn’t catch my breath enough to complain.

“Sorry…” he nibbled my jaw until his lips found mine. 

I accepted his tongue in my mouth, forgetting what I was trying to say for the gentle way he kissed me. This man loved me, how could I complain about that…?

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