Then he's gone. I hear the sounds of what could be his shirt being pulled over his head, but I can't be sure. There's silence for another minute, and I'm suspended in this pool of pleasure where he's left me, completely under his control.
I gasp as I feel him blow a stream of warm breath against my panties and feel my body shake involuntarily. His hands run up my thighs and then under the sides of my underwear, and I know he must be kneeling in front of me. I feel him slowly dip one finger under the right side of my panties, pulling them away from my body and tucking them to the other side. He blows on me again, and now his breath hits my clit directly.
“Spread your legs,” he commands me quietly. I obey, inching myself out on my high heels. His tongue slides into my slit and I cry out.
“Oh, Nate,” I moan, and he begins to flick his tongue back and forth across me. I unravel quickly, and he begins to speed up, circling his tongue rapidly. But just as I'm on the brink, my body arching as much as it can, he slows down again. I whimper. He doesn't stop completely, but he's not going fast enough to bring me release.
His right hand slips over my ass, under the fabric of my panties. I gasp as he slips one finger inside me. I've never had anything back there. He circles it inside me, mirroring his actions with his tongue. Once I get over my surprise at the foreign feeling, I find that I like it. On top of everything that he's already done to me, and is still doing, it's driving me right toward the edge again.
I moan as he slips two fingers from his other hand inside my opening, making a beckoning motion against my g-spot. I feel a spasm begin to rip through my body, but he pulls his mouth away completely. My knees almost buckle at the empty feeling he's left behind.
“Nate…” I protest. He leans back in, flicking his tongue once, hard, over my clit. My body ripples in response. The pleasure has built up inside me to such an extent that being unable to let go of it feels painful. I need him to let me come.
“Yes?” he answers innocently, and tortures me with another hard flick of his tongue, his fingers still circling slowly inside me.
“Please…” The pleasure is overloading my brain, and I can barely think.
“Please what?”
“I need you…please. I need you inside me right now. Please, I'm begging you. I'm begging you, Nate.”
I almost faint with relief as he takes his fingers out of me and I hear the sound of a condom being ripped open. He steps into me and grabs one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist as he thrusts into me. I cry out at the contact. He drives in hard, slamming me against the bed post, and on just his second thrust, I feel my orgasm finally releasing through me as he presses into me again and again. His mouth covers mine as the last waves of pleasure crest over me. Even though I'm exhausted, I can feel that he's still hard inside me.
I feel him reach behind me, and realize that he's unknotting the t-shirt around my hands. My arms drop to my sides, and he pulls out of me. I feel him taking my hips and turning me, then he presses one hand roughly down on my back and I realize he's pressing my top half down onto the mattress. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe as he pulls my panties, still bunched to one side, to my ankles. His hand still holding me down, I feel him enter me from behind.
Even though I'm spent from my first orgasm and all the build-up leading to it, I feel my body begin to respond again. I feel him slide his thumb into my ass and gasp. I never realized how many nerves endings were back there.
“Brace yourself,” he warns me, and begins to thrust harder into me. My fingers search for the edge of the bed and I'm just able to grasp it as he drives in deeper than he ever has before. He plunges into me again and again, hitting my g-spot directly every time. A second orgasm takes me by surprise, as though it was lying dormant until he awoke it. My body arches and shakes as I feel him pull out of me and a wetness cover my back. As my body quiets, I hear him hurrying to the bathroom and then him rubbing a tissue on my back.
“I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that,” he murmurs.
“Hm? Did what?” I mumble, reaching up to remove the makeshift blindfold from my eyes.
“I…I came on you,” he replies, halting his wiping motions to look me in the eye.
“Nate…it's OK. It doesn't bother me,” I assure him.
“Really?” he asks, looking relieved. “I've never done that before, I just…I just wanted to see it on you, or something. I'm worried…I worry I push you too far.”
“I like what we do together,” I reply, stretching my arms above my head. “As far as I'm concerned, we're going to do a lot more, so you better get used to it.”
“Is that so?” he asks, with a smile.
“Yep. Now clean me off. If we're going to do this again tomorrow night, I need to get some sleep.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The next day, Thornhill and Co. is abuzz with the official announcement of Mark Broadman becoming a new client. There's talk that other high-profile investors could follow suit, including some of Broadman's contacts in Silicon Valley. Apparently the tech crowd is quite interested in influencing public policy. I'm just glad that everyone is in such a good mood, because it helps me fit in. My relationship with Nate, not to mention our late night sessions, has me practically glowing.
Constance talks to me happily in our cubicle, the awkwardness of our first day of working together having finally melted away over the summer months. She swivels in her chair and raises her eyebrows at me as Greg walks by, giving me a small wave.
“OK, what happened there?” she asks conspiratorially.
“It was nothing,” I assure her, keeping my eyes on my computer, though I can see out of my periphery that she's still looking at me.
“Oh, come on. I won't tell. But it's obvious…I mean, for a couple weeks you guys were hanging out a bunch, and now he completely avoids you.”
I sigh. “We went on a couple dates, and then we decided to break it off. But please keep it between us, alright?”
“Mmhm,” Constance murmurs, swiveling back around. She can sense, rightfully so, that I'm not telling her the whole story.
Greg reacted as well as could be hoped when I told him I didn't want to go on any more dates with him. I blamed the office environment, and said I had extra pressure on me to be professional as the boss's stepdaughter, but I think he saw through that excuse. At least he could never guess the real reason. Now whenever I see him he's polite but standoffish.
I watch the corner of my screen, waiting to see if Allison will send me a Gchat message, but none arrives. I'll give it a little more time, and then reach out to her. I don't want to throw our whole friendship away over my relationship with Nate—not that we don't have some things to talk about. It's not that I need her approval exactly, but I do need her to stop judging.