Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mya sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the view out the windows in nothing but one of Nate’s flannel shirts. There was a storm blowing in, and the clouds and water looked tormented, completely different from how she felt. Never in her life had she been happier. Well, maybe in high school before Nate had left for college. But even that was pale as a comparison to how she felt now.

Nate was in the kitchen cleaning up their dishes from lunch, and she took a moment to appreciate how he moved. She’d never known how sexy someone could be while putting the bread in the refrigerator, but somehow he managed to do it. When he looked up and caught her watching him, he smiled and winked.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said.

“Should I call a press conference?”

“Stop,” he laughed. “Maybe I should say remembering the things we used to do as kids and wondering why we grow out of some of them when they could be so much fun as an adult.”

Frowning at him, she tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Excellent.” He stalked over to her and leaned down to her level. “Simon says ‘kiss me.’”

Staring at him, she wondered how far she could push him. The electricity grew by the second, along with her breathing.

“Simon says ‘kiss me now.’” He raised an eyebrow at Mya.

Closing the distance between them, she didn’t close her eyes as she paused right before their lips touched, noticing he was just affected as she was. Slightly parting her lips, she sighed into his and watched his eyelids droop and his pupils dilate. Gently, Mya nibbled his full bottom lip between her teeth before darting her tongue out to lick his lips. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled him in close to her and deepened the kiss. They fought for dominance, which only built their passion for each other.

Nate pulled his lips from hers. “No, no, no,” he panted. “Simon didn’t say you could use your hands. Now, what am I going to do about that?”

Suddenly her arms were pulled back over the top of the chair, and he held her wrists together easily with one hand. Mya’s breasts were pushed up as her back was arched, and his face was ever so close to her rock-hard nipples. He looked from her eyes to her tits with a raised eyebrow before lowering his mouth to her nipple. He stopped, and she whimpered. He opened his mouth and breathed out; she could feel the heat of his breath through her shirt and bra. With her heart racing in her chest, she felt like a complete mess waiting for him to close the distance. Nate’s hand started slowly unbuttoning her shirt. With the top two buttons undone, his finger began to lightly trace patterns on the swell of one breast while his mouth kept the heat on the other. The difference between the cool, almost ticklish touch and his hot breath made her start to squirm. She wanted to feel him so badly she began to move her arms to him.

Pulling away from her, he shook his head. “If you’re going to be a naughty girl, we’ll change the game.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Please, I have to touch you.”

“Simon says ‘keep your eyes closed.’”

Doing what he told her, she tried to figure out what he was going to do next by using her hearing—but she couldn’t figure it out. The skin on the side of her neck tingled as she could feel his breath on it.

“Simon says to stay right here—I’ll be back in a minute.”

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. To keep her mind off of what he could possibly be doing, she counted to keep her mind focused. Soon she heard him come back, and felt something soft and cool along her arm, across her neck, and over her face before she felt his hands on hers as he secured her arms behind her so she couldn’t touch him.

“Simon says ‘what do you want?’” he whispered against her mouth as his hands started to roam all over her body, feeling everywhere except the places she really wanted him to feel.

“Simon says ‘everything,’” Mya panted.

“Excellent.”

Slowly he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and moved it further down her arms, so she became even more restrained in the chair. Nate moved and started at her ankles, moving them apart and running his finger up the side of her leg, to the back of the knee and around to the front of her thigh.

“Looks like you picked the perfect time to not wear any undergarments.” His hands grabbed her waist. “I could look at you all day.”

“I hope you plan to do more than just look.”

“So much more.” He kissed her stomach. “Much.” He moved lower. “More.” His tongue flicked her clit as he pinched a nipple and he slid a couple of fingers inside of her. “It appears you are ready for me. You’re so wet.”

She could feel the pressure building. Not being able to touch or see what he was doing made all her attention focus on what she could feel. This was something she had never experienced before, and she knew it wasn’t going to be long before she came.

“But.” He pulled away from her. “I don’t want this to be over too quickly. Simon says ‘open your mouth.’”

Without hesitation, Mya did as she was told. She could hear him taking his clothes off, and it wasn’t long before he was kissing her passionately. When he pulled away, she whimpered.

“Simon says ‘keep your mouth open.’”

When his cock touched her mouth, her tongue darted out and she started licking and teasing him as best she could, hoping for a little payback. She was rewarded with a deep moan before he moved and slid into her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of him or his taste. Moving as much as she could, she tried to take every thrust deeper into her, wanting him to come for her. She could hear his breathing, and when it hissed out through his teeth she knew he was close. Moaning around his cock, she was surprised when he pulled out of her mouth.

Working his way down the side of her neck, he tormented her with soft kisses, warm licks and bites as he set out to worship her. Again, he went down on her, sometimes gently licking, sometimes rougher—she never knew what she was going to get. Inserting his fingers again, he started to move them around, hitting all the right spots. She was starting to come, and when he stopped, she sobbed out in disappointment.

Hearing the condom wrapper open, she shuddered to find out what was happening. When she felt him between her legs, she shifted as much as she could to give him better access. Her whole body shook as she almost came just from him entering her and filling her so completely. His lips captured hers as he thrust into her, over and over.

“Simon says ‘open your eyes.’”

Staring deeply into his eyes while he was deep inside her, he flicked her nipple, and being restrained from touching him made her orgasm build. “Oh, Nate…” she moaned over and over.

They were so in sync they knew they were both right there.

“Simon says ‘come for me.’”

A few more thrusts were all it took, and she screamed his name and he threw his head back cried out.