Page 62 of Kissing Danger

That certainty gave me the courage to take a deep breath and finally say what I’d never been able to say to any other partner before.

“Do it. I want you.”

After experiencing the slide of his fingers inside me, I expected his cock to feel similar. It was the same act, after all, just with something slightly larger.

I was wrong.

The moment the head of his cock forced its way passed the rim of my hole, I was overcome with an electric sensation running up and down my body. It reached from my toes all the way to the crown of my head. I felt so many different sensations at once, I couldn’t even tell if it counted as pleasure or not.

It was all just so much.

“Please. Na— ah! Nathan. I don’t... Fuck!”

His cock slid in deeper, slowly, inch by inch. I gasped and squirmed as I was claimed properly for the first time. Nathan held me the whole time, arms wrapped tight around me, so I was surrounded by him in all directions. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I trembled and panted.

Finally, he was fully buried inside me, and I swore I could feel him all the way in my stomach. For a moment, I worried that he would pause just like I had. If he stopped in that moment,it would only give my brain time to think, and I feared I would panic.

Maybe I babbled my fears out loud, or maybe he was just that in tune with me, but Nathan didn’t hesitate. He immediately pulled back to slowly slide out. Then, when only the head of his shaft remained inside, he thrust in faster than before, starting a strong rhythmic pace. His thrusts sped up gradually, giving me time to adjust, until he was properly fucking me.

My whole body jolted each time he slammed back inside, forcing the air out of my lungs and causing me to make a bunch of embarrassing little sounds. On one particularly deep thrust, he hit a spot inside me that made my whole vision go white and a long moan tumbled from my throat. I knew that spot was there. Nathan had toyed with it before. Yet, having it struck in such a way while being stretched open to my limit at the same time was so much more intense.

It was like we were made to fit together. Each time his cock plunged inside me, it hit all of my best spots at the same time, and when it pulled out it tugged at my rim in a way that made me want more.

Although I’d just come a few minutes ago, I was filled with such ecstasy that my own cock was standing hard once again. I was lost to a haze of sensation, and I had no idea how long Nathan kept at it, rewriting me from the inside until I was certain that I would never fit anyone else but him.

I regained some sense of myself when Nathan’s pace changed. He sped up and pushed even deeper. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even moan. Tears dripped from my eyes, but I didn’t bother brushing them away. My hands were too busy tangling in his hair.

“Come on. Take me. Let me feel it.”

He sped up even faster and I pulled him into a kiss. We moaned against each other’s mouths as we came at the same time.

Heat flooded me inside and out, and I clung to Nathan until my fingers went numb. He was also breathing heavily. His chest heaved against mine and his breath fluttered against my skin. The pleasure of climax slowly drifted away, leaving us lethargic and practically melted together.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “That was... Why haven’t we done that sooner?”

Nathan held me tighter, still trembling with the aftershock of our shared pleasure. “You weren’t ready yet.”

“I know,” I sighed, before pressing a few kisses down his chest, right over the ink that decorated his skin. “Well, now that I know how good it can be, you better be prepared. I’m going to want you to fuck me all the time.”

With a groan, Nathan sat up enough to look down at me properly. “I’ve never had someone threaten me with sex. Today is certainly a day of firsts.”

Scowling up at him, I poked him just under his rib cage, hoping to see him squirm. “I mean it. You had better be prepared. I can get very obsessive when I desire something.”

He silenced me with another kiss, but it only lasted a moment before his lips traveled to my ear. “So long as the thing you desire is me, then feel free to obsess as much as you want.” He spoke directly into my ear in that way he knew turned me on. I shivered, and if I wasn’t already so exhausted, I would have gotten hard again.

Eventually, Nathan carefully extracted himself from me and rolled off to the side, so he no longer hovered over me. I felt cold and strangely empty when he was gone, and I held tight to whatever part of him I could reach.

I was also a mess, but I tried not to think about that. No reason to spoil the moment.

We rearranged ourselves so Nathan sat against the headboard, and I was in the circle of his arms with my back to his chest. His fingers drew idle designs against my skin, and I was halfway asleep when his voice rumbled in my ear.

“Hey, Deke. I want to hire you for something.”

“What?” I asked blearily. “We literally just finished creating a new fashion line and you already want another one?”

“No, not that.” His hand fell still and pressed against my chest right over my heart. “I want you to design a tattoo for me.”

My fatigue instantly vanished and I spun around to face him. “What? A tattoo? You mean, like... for you?”

He already had so many, but my gaze instantly found the bare patches of skin still available. One spot on his chest caught my eye. It wasn’t too large, but it was near his heart, exactly where I’d leave my mark if given the choice.

Nathan ran a hand over himself, all the way from neck to stomach. “Yes. I want something of yours on my skin so I can always carry it with me. So, what’d you say? Design me something?”

Words eluded me as I jumped up from the bed to fetch something to draw with. I probably looked like a fool,rummaging through an apartment that I didn’t know for drawing supplies.

Eventually, I found some paper and a pen in the home office—where I probably should have checked first—and ran back to the bedroom.

Nathan hadn’t moved from where I left him. He laughed at me as I threw myself back into his arms and curled up on his lap so he could see the paper as well. My mind was already flooded with so many ideas and it seemed like my fingers couldn’t move fast enough as I started to draw.

I had no idea what the final tattoo would look like, just as I had no idea where my relationship with Nathan would go in the future. However, tattoos were permanent, and I considered it a good sign. No matter what happened in the future, and no matter what direction our relationship took, Nathan and I would be a permanent fixture in each other’s lives.