Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
We’ve all been so busy, and I haven’t seen much of him. My mother seems to want to just happen to need him for something, and when she doesn’t, then his advisors do. His phone rings.
But I’m starting to need him more and more every day, to the point where it’s hard to breathe.
Nathan doesn’t waste any time. He looks in my eyes and knows that I don’t want to wait and he sinks his cock deep inside me.
Tonight he feels marvelous, and every nerve in my pussy is grateful for him. I feel him in a way I never have before; it’s not just his cock or the thrusting—it’s him—it’s all of him.
“Nathan,” I sigh his name like he’s ripping me apart and putting me back together again.
“Nathan!”
“Baby, sweet girl,” he says, kissing my soft breasts as he fills me up inside.
“Stay,” I say.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Oh…” He moves slowly inside of me and breathes heavily against my neck.
“I wanna come in you, sweet girl, and then play…you…a song.”
He comes and it’s a slow, hot orgasm. I feel his cum leak out inside of me, and we lie there for quite some time panting in sync. A gentle breeze flows in over our sweaty bodies. Fireflies light up the dark outside behind us like candle flames going in and out in a breeze.
I run my hand through his hair and let him feel vulnerable for the moment. He’s still inside me, though deflating. If he moves any slight way, he could slip out.
The conservatory room is naturally lit, and right now the outside lighting surrounding the castle creates a very romantic glow.
“There’s a firefly in here,” I say, ever so softly.
He looks around, lifting his head where it’s been comfortably burrowed into my neck, and tries to spot it. It’s the sexiest thing to see him in this way—relaxed, satisfied. Still dripping inside of me.
“You have to wait,” I say, “for when it wants to light up.”
“What do you think makes them light up?” Nathan wonders with boyish curiosity that brings out an innocence in him that I think only I get to see.
“I don’t know…their heart.” I’m just being romantic. Or cheesy. I’m not sure.
“Really?” Nathan actually believes me, and it’s the cutest thing.
“Yes.” I let him believe it. Maybe it’s true anyway, I don’t really know.
He slips out of me then tucks himself away before he sits at the piano and begins playing a song. It’s a lovely old song. I can’t place what it is exactly, but it sounds really good.
I watch him play and there is a sensitivity about him I never noticed before. There’s a sadness that flows out of his fingers onto the keys. Something haunts Nathan every single day of his life. I never knew it until now because he doesn’t talk about it. He’s quiet about his demons as most men are, but I can hear it now.
I can hear it in the song.
I go over to him and that firefly lights up. I sit down next to him, and he abruptly stops and turns toward me.
“You play something,” he tells me.
I’m caught off guard.
“Huh?”
“You play something.” He demonstrates as if I don’t know what he means by playing some keys.
“I…okay.”
“Music, Isadora, is the best way to express ourselves. Music’s a beast. And a princess.” He grins. “Well, what do you want me to play?”
“Isadora, play what you want to play. Play how you feel right now.”
I admit I’m a little intimidated by this. I’m shy when it comes to certain things. I’m not a show off. I’m not an entertainer in any sense of the word.
“Well…”
“Isadora,” Nathan says, somewhat dark and short. “I’m not a man of patience, you know. You want to do this, don’t let yourself give into fear”
“I know.” I grin. The lightning bug lights up again as I bravely place my fingers on the keys and start playing. I have no idea what I’m doing, but there’s something fun and fascinating about it. About just hearing what comes out.
It takes me a minute, but I find my stride playing a lovely tune. Nathan gets up and walks around so he’s standing behind me in those sexy jeans of his. I’m dying to feel him all over again, but I finish the song first.
“That was lovely, Isadora. See? You don’t know what you’re capable of until you just let yourself go.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s the song called?” he asks of the song I just played.
“Firefly,” I smile. “It can be our song.”
“Perfect,” Nathan says as he unzips his jeans. His delicious cock pops out. I can’t get over how thick it is, beautifully pink.
I stare at it as he comes over, and I stand up to greet him with a kiss. He picks me up, my little feet dangling as he places me on the piano.