Enora:
His other hand slid down my arm and made me drop the bowl of chicken on the counter.
“Mr. Wright, I…”
“Nathan. I want you to call me Nathan, Enora.”
His arm grabbed my waist gently and he spun me around. His eyes were dark and hungry, brimming with lust and passion. I swallowed hard.
“Nathan…”
Calling him by his first name was weird.
“...I… I don’t think…”
“Please stop thinking, Enora.–”
He pulled me close to him and his erection pressed against my tummy. My face was a new shade of pink and my breathing was rapid.
“–I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.”
His hands ran across my face, my cheeks came alive and a shudder rippled through my body. It was such a small place but the feeling…
“I want you to feel what I do to you. I have been watching you and I know that you want me but you have been pushing me away. Why?”
It was like I had been doused with cold water.
“You know why,” I said, with slight anger, pushing him away and increasing the gap between us. “I… I just…”
I walked away from him. I needed space. I needed time to think. He was in my head and it was making everything.
“Enora,–”
He grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“–I know what I did. I’m sorry. Please. It was wrong. I hurt you. I shouldn’t have and most importantly, I shouldn’t have blamed it on you. I… I didn’t know why I was mad. I didn’t see a reason to be mad and even if there was, I…I shouldn’t have treated you that way.”
He pulled me in and before I could say anything, he planted a soft kiss on my neck. I groaned and his tongue softly grazed the spot. I could feel myself sinking all over again. The thing this man did to me, made me feel…
“Please give me another chance,” he whispered. “Give me another chance to make this right.”
I could feel his hands slipping into my shirt. I tried to stop him but my grip was weak.
My shirt was on the floor and his kisses moved to my cleavages. I moaned out softly. Fuck! This felt so good.
“Give me another chance to show you how much I love your body.”
He pulled a nipple out and kissed it. My hands raked through his hair and my moans grew louder. The feeling was intense. My toes curled as he kissed and sucked my nipple. I felt my bra unclasped from behind and it joined my shirt on the kitchen floor.
“You have a beautiful body, Enora and since the day I had you, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. When you told me not to touch you, it drove me crazy.”
His hands slid down my stomach, leaving the signature of his touch on my skin. He slipped into my shorts and I groaned louder as he stroked my bud.
“You are fucking soaking for me. Wet and beautiful just for me.”
His fingers dipped inside of me.
“Ahhhhhnnn!”
His finger found my G-spot and he made gentle circles. The ecstasy made me tremble. This was more than I could manage.
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