Chapter 292: A First...

As his lips dipped lower, his rough thumb lightly grazed the exposed upper curve of her breast, brushing against her smooth skin. A quiet, breathless moan escaped April’s lips before her brain could even register the sound.

Nat paused for a split second, a low, triumphant rumble vibrating deep in his chest.

"Well, well, well! You must be sensitive here, huh?" he chuckled rasply against her skin, his dark eyes flashing with wicked delight in the dim light.

Emboldened by her reaction, he dared to go deeper. Slipping his hand under the soft cotton, he flicked the fabric aside and captured her taut, sensitive nipple directly into his hot mouth.

"Ah—!" April squirmed violently in his lap, her hands tightening their grip on his penis as a sharp, electrifying jolt shot straight through her core, completely shattering her analytical focus.

Her hips bucked helplessly against him, her body arching into his touch as the searing sensation sent her pulse skyrocketing.

"Hah... that’s the grip," Nat whispered with her nipple still in his mouth.

April let out a strained, breathless grunt, her fingers involuntarily tightening around his thick, burning length as another intense wave of heat rushed through her.

"Don’t... don’t speak," she gasped out, her dark eyes wide and dazed. "Your teeth keep grazing..."

Nat paused, his eyes flashing with a dark, predatory amusement. He raised his head just enough to look into her flushed, disheveled face, a lazy, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Don’t like it?" he asked rasply, intentionally grazing his teeth against her sensitive, rosy nipple once more.

A sharp, electric gasp tore from April’s throat as her entire body jolted in his lap. She kept squirming, her hand free hand digging hard into his shoulder and the other into his thick shaft simultaneously, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer as the overwhelming sensation completely shattered her composure.

Before she could even protest the wicked bite, Nat’s whole body went rigid beneath her.

His teeth instantly released her flushed nipple as a harsh, violent shudder tore straight through his broad shoulders. The tight, desperate grip of her hand around his shaft, combined with the frantic, helpless squirming of her body over his lap—and not to mention those sweet, innocent moans—pushed him completely over the edge.

"Fuck—April—" Nat growled out, a deep grunt bursting from his chest as his head snapped back against the headboard.

His hand clamped down on her hip with bruising force, holding her pinned flush against him as he came hard. Thick, hot semen surged against her knuckles and spilled over her small hand, his hips bucking upward in sharp, desperate thrusts as he rode out the overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

April sat frozen on his lap, her chest heaving in rapid, shallow breaths. She felt the heavy, rhythmic pulsing beneath her fingers slowing down, his release painting her palm and fingers.

Nat let out a long, ragged exhale, his broad chest rising and falling violently as he collapsed forward, burying his sweaty face deep into the warm crook of her neck once more. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist, completely spent, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.

"Fuck..." Nat rumbled rasply into her collarbone, his voice entirely drained, laced with a smug, heavy satisfaction. "Told you... you’d be the death of me, sweetheart."

"Is... is it over?" April asked softly, her dark eyes still slightly glazed from the sensory overload, her hand remaining still where it rested against his spent penis.

Nat let out a quiet, rumbling chuckle against her neck, nodding his heavy head against her shoulder. "Yeah, sweetheart. You made me cum a lot... Haven’t cum like this in ages."

April swallowed hard, her analytical mind trying to categorize the outcome. "Then... it’s a good thing, right?"

Nat raised his head, his dark golden eyes softening as he leaned down and pressed a deep, warm kiss against her swollen lips.

"Right," he murmured rasply, pulling back just enough to look into her flushed face. "How do you feel, having given your first handjob?"

April looked down at her fingers, coated in the warm, white sheen of his release. "Well... it’s weird. And sticky."

Nat chuckled, his heavy hands shifting to lift her off his lap onto the mattress. "Come on, let’s wash your hands."

He guided her into the guest suite’s attached bathroom, turning on the warm water at the sink. As April lathered her hands with soap and rinsed them clean, she noticed the palm she had used was noticeably red and tender.

Given the sheer size of him and how firmly she had been gripping and rubbing, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

She caught herself wondering if his skin was equally sore. Is his penis alright after all that friction?

April glanced up at the vanity mirror to check on him, her eyes catching his reflection in the glass. Nat had discarded his shirt, revealing his broad, muscle-bound chest and abdomen. The bold dark ink of a dragon crawled intricately up his neck, tracing down his massive shoulders and over those sharp, carved abs.

Before today, her mind had viewed the men purely through a lens of protection and utility. But now that she had been exposed to this side—this raw, intense male intimacy—she actually found the sight of his unclad upper body almost irresistible.

"Staring, sweetheart?" Nat’s low, amused voice echoed in the quiet bathroom.

April flinched slightly, her head instantly dropping to focus back on rinsing the soap off her hands.

Nat stepped up directly behind her, his large frame blocking out the light, his chest radiating a fierce, familiar heat against her back. He slid his thick arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. "Liked what you were seeing?"

"Um... yes," April confessed plainly, her honesty as blunt as ever.

A pleased, heavy rumble vibrated in Nat’s chest as he leaned his chin on her shoulder. "I take it the cramps aren’t acting up?"

"Yeah, they aren’t," April admitted, drying her hands on a clean towel. "I guess Oliver’s medication was useful to some... point."

She paused, turning around within the warm circle of his arms to face him directly.

"Nat," she called softly.

Nat lowered his massive frame, leaning down until his dark eyes were at exact eye level with hers. "Yeah?"

April looked straight into his intense gaze, her dark eyes completely clear, serious, and unblinking.

"I think I’ve discovered one more thing I like."

"And that is?" Nat asked, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble, his eyes narrowing with dark curiosity as he waited for her answer.

Slowly, without a single trace of hesitation, April reached up and took hold of the soft fabric of her top. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull it down, exposing the smooth, delicate curve of her chest, revealing far more than she ever should have to a man who was already practically starving for her.

She wasn’t even doing it intentionally—her mind was simply demonstrating a newly discovered sensory fact—but the raw, unstudied sensuality of the gesture sent a lightning bolt of heat straight to Nat’s gut.

His breath hitched in his throat, his dark eyes blowing wide with intense, burning anticipation as his gaze locked onto her exposed skin.

April ran her hand softly over the upper curve of her breast, her eyes looking right into his heavy, mesmerized gaze with absolute, unblinking honesty.

"Nat..." April whispered, her voice soft and completely serious. "I think I like getting my nipples sucked."