Chapter 8 Drowning In Pleasure

• The elevator stopped at the highest floor and the door slid open, walking out with short of breath, Nathan was led by her hand toward her lavish and luxurious suite.
• Samantha barely made it through her suite and locked the door before Nathan spun her around and wrapped his strong arm around her slim waist intimately.
• Holding her head by her chin Nathan directed her mouth into his, once again sealing her lips in another wild and searing French kiss.
• His wet lips were demanding on her and she weighed her delicate body against his hard frame.
• Nathan tugged her lips open with his succulent lips and danced his warm tongue around her sweet mouth.
• He seemed to know exactly which spots on her body to put his touch, and every place his touch left seem to be on fire.
• Samantha moaned, and she couldn’t stop herself from roaming her hands over his well-chiseled chest, feeling his hard taut muscles beneath before linking her arms behind his neck.
• His body felt hot and hard, every touch on him making her feel like she was a warm cheese touching a burning flame, slowly and intimately, she melted into him.
• His tongue continued to slide over hers, aggressive and demanding. Her mind was blank to everything except the feel of his aching sexy body and his aggressive mouth.
• Her already heated body grew even softer and wetter, preparing itself for the onslaught that was going to come.
• His hands moved all over her, sliding up and down her snowy white thighs, arms and over her enormous womanly assets.
• Pulling on her awfully blond hair, Nathan yanked down her hair and broke the kiss. He then proceeds by trailing his wet lips over her jawline, down to her swan neck, licking and sucking at the lustrous skin under her ear.
• Samantha couldn’t stop panting. Her breathing was being taken deep and hard, a mixture of nervous, excitement and arousal. Part of her was slightly embarrassed by it, worried that he would think she was too loud.
• But the other part of her, the most part, she couldn’t give a damn. She wanted nothing but to relish the pleasurable sensation this sexiest man brought upon her.
• Nathan pulled off from her neck, leaving a lot of reddish and swollen love bites along her jade skin, and looked back at her blushing face.
• He grabbed the top of her black gown and roughly yanked it down her arms and chest, exposing her black lace bra that was barely holding her prominent, invitingly rounded breasts.
• Samantha was relieved for wearing such a sexy set of black lacy bra and panties instead of her usual kind of plain undergarments.
• Honestly, she was a bit nervous since she was about to get laid, after years of emptiness, by her first man since her late husband. Moreover, she had never been this exposed to any man.
• Nathan seemed to know what she was thinking as he reached his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his palm.
• He curved a sexy yet soothing smile. "Relax sweetheart," was all he said but somehow it was enough to wash away all of her tension.
• Samantha looked at him. Black orbs darkening with desire, his eyes told her how bad he wanted and desired her.
• Smoothly ever so sensuously, he trailed his hand and held her head by her nape before locking his lips on her once again.
• Nathan pressed himself against her and she found herself being cornered with her back against the wall.
• Working his hands up her breasts he tugged down her lacy bra, exposing the bare fullness of her splendid breasts, her small pouty nipples were hard as ripest cherry, standing at attention, excited for him.
• His succulent mouth left hers and fastened itself to one of her nipples that were in the shade of dark pink. Samantha moaned loudly and let her head thump into the wall behind her.
• His tongue bathed her aching breast while he used his teeth, giving her bites that shot pleasure through her body like lightning bolts.
• Nathan drew her nipple into his mouth and let his teeth roughly drag over the tip. She closed her eyes and cried out aloud moans.
• After what seemed like forever, he left her luscious breasts, leaving a lot of soft bites upon her lustrous skin.
• Samantha squeezed her eyes open and he looked straight into her eyes.
• "Gorgeous." His raspy and hoarse voice rumbled in her ears. "There’s no turning back now."
• A closed-lipped smile graced his ridiculously gorgeous face, as he reminded her that she was traveling on the point of no return, asking the lady’s consent is the least etiquette of gentlemen. She kinda like this gesture of him, he so damn knows how to treat a lady.
• "Who said that I was going to back down?" Samantha taunted, her lips tugged into a seductive smile, arching her back she pressed her generous breast against him, challenging him.
• "Fu*ck me." She whispered seductively upon his lips. "Give me all of you. Take me. Only for this night."
• "Own me."
• Samantha smirked as she felt his c.o*c.k twitch against her lower abdomen, growing further hard and thick.
• There was no way even the most stale gentleman could resist such an alluring and willing woman. Moreover, he was no gentleman to begin with.
• Every line on his Adonis features lined into the most enchanting smile she could ever see in man. The fire of desire in his eyes roared into the full of blazing flame.
• "That I can do."
• He wetted his lips seductively before latching his hands on her sensitive breasts, kneading and pinching them.
• Every of his touch was like aphrodisiac of erotic delight. She was drowning in the sea full of pleasure he pushed her into.
• However, just before her conscious slowly slipping away from her completely, her eyes widened as she realized something.
• "Wait." She hardly managed to stop him.
• "Um, are you clean?" She asked, her voice was soft, she articulated as smooth as she could, not wanting to offend him in any way.
• Sure enough, his movement came to a complete halt as he heard her question.
• His eyes widened as he caught off guard, dumbfounded. Did he hear it right? He questioned himself. Did she just ask his cleanliness? Is this some kind of comedy? No woman had ever asked him such a question.
• For a man of his class, it was no different than daylight insult to his pride. Every woman he had f.uc*k.e.d had always obediently spread their legs wide and just moaned loudly beneath his pounding.
• He was used to "Please take me" and "Fuck me harder" and the list could go on but not the words "Are you clean?"
• Nathan stared straight into her eyes, it was suffocating for her since his gaze was extraordinary intimidating yet she managed to return his gaze impassively.
• They were about to have intercourse so she should be sure first since she didn’t want to get any disease just because of temporary excitement. Moreover, she was sure he had f.u.c.ked a lot of women. Who knows some of them had some kind of disease?
• Nathan scowled. He was slightly laughing as if he had just heard the unfunniest comedy of the year.
• "Are you questioning me?" He asked, almost menacing.
• "Yes," she answered, unwaveringly.
• Nathan kept staring at her for a couple of seconds before backing down.
• "Fine." He hissed.
• "I’m clean." He replied to her early question.
• "I don’t have any sickness or STD. Do I have to call my private physician to send you my health certificate? Right here right now?" He managed to answer without breaking in complete anger, but absolutely super annoyed.
• Samantha didn’t know why, but she found him being displeased was somewhat amusing, the way he held himself from anger and gritting down his teeth was kind of lovely.
• Well, honestly she didn’t think he had some kind of sickness. She meant, look at him, all of him from his hair to his toes, were screaming of how highest-end of the noble born he was.
• Such a finest man. It would be an embarrassment if he was perfect but unclean.
• His mood only further soured when he saw her giggling, barely holding herself from laughing. He just gritted his teeth because although he was offended, he found it was completely fine if it was her. Oddly enough, he found her extremely attractive and lovely at the moment.
• "How about you?" He bit back.
• Samantha shrugged her shoulders with mirth and coyly replied, "I’m perfectly clean."
• "Just so you know, casual hook up isn’t my thing." She added with impish sparkle in her eyes.
• "So am I your only exception?" He breathed low as his lips twisted playfully.
• Samantha bit her lip. Hesitant to respond, but eventually decided to be honest. "Yes."
• Nathan then smirked, absolutely filthy and dripping with lust. "Then it would be my honor, sweetheart."
• His black suit didn’t stay longer in his body and he was now only in his white shirt. His white shirt surely do justice to his glorious frame as its thin fabric showcased every line of his well-muscled body.