Chapter Twenty

Hanna loved giving head.

She loved the way Nate felt so thick and hard against her tongue. She loved the way he sounded when she sucked hard or moved faster. She loved the way he tasted and the musky smell of sex he put off more with every second. But mostly, she loved knowing that such a simple thing could offer so much pleasure.

This act, with him on his back, unable to stand, and her kneeling between his spread thighs, made her feel like a queen. A powerful goddess granting her faithful subject his deepest wish.

Muscles in his abdomen flexed in thick ridges as she moved. His thighs were tight and hard beside her shoulders. His hands cupped her head, alternating between tight and gentle depending on how hard she sucked or how deep she took him.

She felt surrounded by him. Enveloped. Protected.

He was a prime male specimen, complete with power, brawn and strength, and she had him right where she wanted him.

Hanna lifted her head and watched him for a moment. He was breathing hard. A dark red flush had spread across his face and down his thick neck. She could see his chest pounding with the beat of his heart. His face was a mask of utter pleasure.

She'd done that. And it was good.

His cock thrust up, thick and dark between his thighs. Her whole body shimmered in anticipation of taking him inside her. He was bigger than most, but she was determined to enjoy every inch.

Nate opened his eyes, which were nearly black with lust. "You okay?"

"Perfect." She grabbed the condom form where it had fallen from his fingertips and tore it open.

She rolled it on, then straddled his hips. Light from the living room spilled across the bed, casting an erotic shadow over his abdomen. She could see the length of his erection in the vee of her thighs, and watched the shadow cock disappear as she lowered herself onto him.

The feeling of being stretched and filled was amazing. Every nerve ending in her core lit up and danced with joy, glad to be out of hibernation. Each inch she gained was a conquest, and her trophy was a wave of physical pleasure. She kept descending, kept taking more of him until she was seated fully atop him with nowhere else to go.

Her breath left her body for a moment as she adjusted to the intense fullness. Her pussy quivered around him, bathing him in lube.

"So fucking good," Nate growled.

She looked up at him, and only then did she realize that she'd closed her eyes tight against the sheer force of sensation their joined bodies created.

His hands gripped her hips hard. His arms were bulging with coiled muscles, his forearms thick and covered in veins. Ridges in his stomach stood out, as well as the cords in his neck.

He was doing everything he could to stay still, and she knew it was all for her.

Hanna caught his gaze and held it while she began to move. A small, clumsy thrust at first, but as she became used to his size, her hips became more eager and greedy. Soon she was riding him in earnest, and nothing else mattered except the next slick glide of his cock deep into her body.

They didn't speak. There were no words for what they shared. She'd only meant to take the edge off her lust with him, giving him the same in return. But this was more. It was ground-shaking in its power.

It was intimate—something shared with another soul as alone in the world as she was.

Before she could lose herself in those feelings, she shut her eyes tight and picked up her pace. She didn't want her ground shaken. She didn't want to think about how lonely her soul might be. All she wanted was to come.

So she focused on that.

Nate helped, finding her clit with his thumb and rubbing it with the perfect speed and pressure, like they'd been together for years. He let her move as she liked, setting the rhythm that drove her higher fastest.

She was close. She could feel her orgasm tickling her, teasing her. She knew from experience that it would take a bit more work to get there, but then Nate lifted his powerful torso, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

That change in angle, the feel of his strong, hot arms embracing her, the sweet taste of his mouth on hers—that was all the coaxing her body needed.

Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, driving the breath from her lungs with the force of it. She screamed into Nate's open mouth, hoping the sound was too garbled for him to hear his name.

His frame tightened around her, and his cock swelled and pulsed as he came inside her.

Over and over her own pleasure crashed into her, driving her under the surface of the waves until only little ripples remained.

She came up gasping for air. Her heart hammered hard in her chest. Nate's was beating just as hard, visible in his temples, a galloping counterpoint to hers.

Hanna slumped inside his hold, unable to find the strength to stay upright under her own power. He held her steady and eased her back to the mattress.

His cock slid from her quivering body, and already that empty feeling began to return.

Damn greedy pussy. She'd never had trouble being satisfied before. She had no idea why she was so hungry now.

Of course, she'd never had a man like Nate around before. A prime male specimen like him was bound to bring out all kinds of primal animal responses.

She would ignore them. Just like she would ignore how good they'd been together, and how she'd never come so hard in her life before him. Just like she would ignore how wrong she'd been when she'd told him that sex would change nothing.

As she lay there, her body cooling and settling, she knew the truth.

Sex with Nate had changed everything.