Untied - Sex Stories

Untied

... pout.

Slightly leaning in like he is going to kiss me, he rests his strong hand on my bare thigh, passes my lips to my ear.

“Don’t rush perfection, love,” Nathan whispers, as he sits back against the stool smirking wildly.

I let out a breath between my teeth I hadn’t realized I was holding. My pulse racing at what he has planned for us. Warmth pools deep in my belly. My want coursing through my veins. His strong hand is still resting on my too-hot skin, intentionally tracing small circles with his finger. I stare him down. Locking his blue eyes with mine, till his grin fades to a wanting look of passion. Nathan stands up, lacing his fingers between mine and drawing me with him. He leads me slightly into the sitting room and pulls me tightly into his body. One hand firmly on the small of my back, the other still laced together, and we began to sway to the music. Our bodies move in unison, slowly. Pressed together. Feeling the heat between us rise.

Even in my heels and being tall for a lady, Nathan has several inches on me, his stout frame making me feel petite against him. I breathe in deeply letting his spicy, wooded, cologne take over my senses and making me dizzy with need. I sigh against him as I press my temple to his cheek, closing any distance between us. I feel him lean into me. A tender moment of just us. Our emotions known so deeply between each other but yet to be voiced.

“Frankie.” My name, a breath on his lips.

This is my undoing. My heart ...

... thudding against his chest, my body shivers. He pauses before lightly pressing his lips to my cheek.

“Are you ready?” he whispers.

“More than,” I sigh back.

He pushes our hands back, dropping me into a deep dip, his other arm holding me tightly at the waist. My head falling back revealing my neck, my hands grasping his biceps tightly. Taking his free hand, Nathan gently traces down my jaw, to my neck stopping just above the cut of my top and following that line across the slightly revealed part of my chest. Goosebumps arise on my flesh where his fingers leave trailing fire.

“You’re breathtaking,” he says to me and pulls me back up to look him in the eye.

Those ice-blue eyes I could get lost in for years. Taking my hand to his cheek, touching his perfectly salt and peppered beard. The softness surprises me and all I can think of is how that will feel on my bare skin. He leans into my hand, closing his eyes and deeply breathing in. Nathan places his hand over mine, and moves it to his lips. Placing a kiss on the palm of my hand. His eyes open revealing love and deep passion, and the slightest hint of the devil.

Our tender moment over, he takes my finger and pulls it between his lips, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over the pad of my finger. A small tease to let me know what else he plans on flicking with his tongue. With our bodies pressed so tightly together, I can start to feel his excitement grow. I push my hips into him, trying to release the pressure ...