low light of the bedroom. Without thinking, I reached out and touched him. My fingertips brushed across his warm chest and arms. I quickly pulled away as if I’d been burned. I don’t know what had gotten into me.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asked.
He looked disappointed that I’d stopped. I was surprised. I half expected him to push my hand away when I touched him.
When I didn’t answer, he took my hand and placed it on his chest. I touched him gently, tracing the curves of his muscles.
Suddenly Nate’s hand was between my legs, massaging my pussy. I closed my legs and grabbed his bicep. My chest felt tight; I started to breathe quickly.
“Easy, sweetheart…” he whispered.
He rubbed my clit in quick, rhythmic circles. I squeezed his hand between my thighs. Nate leaned in close and kissed my neck.
“Easy…” he said again, whispering in my ear.
Warmth grew and spread throughout my body. I was wet with desire. I wanted Nate inside me more than anything in the world. I pulled him to me, but he resisted. He kept fingering me, massaging my clit in a way that drove me mad.
“Nate…” I protested.
“Patience,” he said with a devious smile. “Relax.”
I let go of him and laid back down on the bed. I started to moan; my hips swayed. Slowly, I opened my legs. Nate kissed my stomach then twisted my underwear around his fingers and pulled.
He stood, unbuttoning his pants then removing his boxers. For a moment, he stood before me naked and hard.
My body trembled with anticipation.
He crawled on top of me and slid his hands beneath my back. With one quick motion, he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. Soft and sweet, his lips found my breasts and nipples. Nate covered my chest with kisses as he positioned himself between my legs. He slid inside me slowly as if he was afraid he might hurt me.
I held my breath as his cock filled me.
He pulled out slightly, then drove his cock deeper.
I groaned and leaned into him. My breasts brushed against Nate’s chest. He felt so warm and hard that I wanted him inside me forever.
I closed my eyes and arched my back. All of my fears and questions felt like background noise, irrelevant and distant. When Nate was inside me all that mattered was the warm pulsing that consumed my body. I didn’t care about my uncertain future, or the drama surrounding Nate and Mia. I lived in the moment, free from consequence.
The bed shook with the force of Nate’s thrusts. The headboard hit the wall with a loud bang. I held onto Nate, wrapping my legs around him. His thrusts came faster and harder.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel a great wave of energy build intensity inside me.
Then the door opened.
“That’s just great,” Mia said, standing in the doorway.
Nate jumped off me. I pulled the covers up to my neck.
“Am I interrupting?” she said.
“Mia-” Nate started only to be cut off.
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to say: ‘This isn’t what it looks like’?”
Nate pulled on his pants.
“Well?” Mia said. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
She was looking at me like it was my fault. I looked to Nate for an answer, but he was quiet.
“You’ve spent the last two years fucking Jackson,” I said. “So don’t act surprised when your husband moves on to something better.”
Nate and Mia looked at me like I was an alien. I usually don’t talk this harshly, but I was fed up with the bullshit.
“You’ve been more than happy to shack up with a criminal while your husband was deployed, so don’t pretend like you’re outraged now, you phony bitch.”
Mia’s mouth dropped open.
“Nate!” she whined.
She wanted him to save her, but he didn’t say a word.
“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”
“This isn’t the time or the place for this discussion,” he said.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Mia was fuming. “You’re not even going to apologize?”
Nate shot