Chapter 4

I am startled when Nathaniel walks into the bathroom. I had not realized he was already back. I had made myself comfortable, finding ways to relax. His gaze is intense, and honestly, I enjoy it. I watch as he approaches me. I can feel him devouring me with each glance. I invite him with a coy smile, showing him my evident desire.

As Nathaniel stands before me, his actions feel deliberate. My heart is racing. I watch him slowly undress, unsure of what to expect next but eager to find out. The water envelopes us in warmth, heightening our sensual tension.

Without a word, he pulls me in for a kiss, and I welcome it. Slowly, he caresses me, his other hand entangled in my hair, massaging my neck. My body responds eagerly, aching for more. He treats my breasts with reverence, as if they were delicate treasures. I let out a soft moan and jerk towards him. I feel bold. I take his hand and guide him down my waist, parting my legs to grant him access to my most intimate place.

Nathaniel understands my unspoken need, and with deliberate intent, he teases and pleasures me, relishing in every moan and gasp I release. I want him to fill me completely. I want him to lose himself in me.

I tremble with each touch, and each stroke of his fingers sends shivers of pleasure through my body. When he finally penetrates me, I cannot contain my pleasure. I turn, pulling him into a hungry, desperate kiss. I've never had this much pleasure or desired someone in my life before.

My passion is ignited. Nathaniel abandons all restraint, his mouth devouring mine as if his life depends on it. I want him fiercely.

"Join me," I whisper between kisses, my voice thick. Nathaniel complies, reluctantly withdrawing his hand and standing up. His gaze never leaves mine as he slowly leads me out of the bathtub.

I watch him with rapt attention, admiring his body. My desire for him grows with each step he takes. I can't drag my eyes from his bare ass as he makes his way to the bedroom. Nathaniel stands before me, fully aroused and ready to claim me. He can see the hunger in my eyes. He knows I want him; I need him.

His confidence is evident when he starts stroking his manhood. I watch as he moves his hand up his shaft to rub the tip of his manhood. He unwittingly shows me how he would like to be touched and teaches me without using his words. He stares at me, waiting to see my response. I get on my knees. Our eyes are locked on each other; there is desire in my soul. 

Nathaniel gets on his knees, allowing me to keep feeding my fantasy. I don't know whether it is my youth or my naivety that fuels him; maybe it has just been a while. Either way, it is a feeling I need to explore.

He twirls my hair in his fingers, and his eyes get softer. He pulls my face toward him and pushes his lips against mine.

His kisses feel like he is breathing life into me; I get winded with my need for him.

I can feel the hair on his arms standing up. I press against him. My nipples rub against his chest. I run my hands along his back. I trace my fingertips across his shoulders, up his neck, and through his hair, dragging his mouth from mine and to my neck. I want to feel his breath all over me.

His hands are not as soft as I had thought; I can feel the calluses when he caresses my breasts. My lips part with hunger. My thoughts follow his hands as he works his way down my back. Nathaniel grabs my ass and pulls me against him. I can feel him; I know what he is asking for. I reach for his manhood, moving my hand gently along the shaft to the tip and gently rubbing. He lets out a soft moan.

Everything feels electric, new, and exciting. I feel his every throb as he lets me stroke him. Without warning, he pushes his fingers inside me. Delicate against his rough hands, I spread my legs to allow him access, teasing his need. I yearn for more. I feel a desperate need to cling to this moment, to feel his presence in every fiber of my body, and to savor the sensation for as long as it can last.

I know he can feel me gasping, clinging to him, and urging him to keep going. I don't want him to stop.

Nathaniel's fingers coil around my throat, exerting a firm yet gentle pressure as he pulls me closer, his gaze locked on mine. I can see him finding satisfaction in the way I look at him. My desire mirrors his own. I meet his gaze with equal intensity; the primal urge stirring within us becomes a need that can no longer be contained. He pulls his hand from my warmth and releases my neck.

Nathaniel's body is a feast for the eyes, accentuated by his unquenchable desire. He threw me on the bed. I am mesmerized. The need to taste each other is overwhelming. Pulling me back, he gently spreads my legs. A gasp escapes my mouth. I watch his face sink between my thighs.

His tongue feels warm as he flickers it to heaven. I had not known my body to respond like this to anyone, let alone a stranger. I can feel myself tingle, like a current of electricity running through me. My moans echo back. I comply with every lick. My back arches as I push his face deeper into me. I can feel my body climaxing, reaching heights of pleasure I have never experienced. I can feel myself trembling, my mind free, and a pressure to release, and before I know it, I squirt my juices all over.