CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Smut content.

Nate undid Lara's bra, revealing her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the contact with the cold air, but she resisted the urge to cover them.

She had been so worried for the whole afternoon that everything felt relieving at that moment. The adrenaline rush made her want to do things as if she had been the one fighting!

Yet, it had been Nate! And she had dragged him on a bed soon after he came back instead of letting him rest. But she couldn't help it. She wanted to do it so badly, just like a week or so before.

Nate, on the other hand, was battling with his uncertain self. He still had that little problem with timing, but he could use the excuse of being tired if it went wrong... He hadn't fought, but he didn't need to say it out loud.

If he lasted only five minutes like that time, he would have used the excuse of the battle and spent the rest of the time kissing Lara in every single spot on her skin! It was a plan!

Given that he didn't have any working brain cells to think, it was quite a bright plan.

He pressed his lips on her shoulder, moving lower while she caressed his chest. Her fingers felt fresh on his skin, and she skipped a few breaths when he moved lower with his lips.

He remembered what he had learned about her body on the few occasions he could touch her, and he smiled against her skin.

Lara lay down, pulling him with her. Her legs locked around his waist while she pushed his shirt down from his shoulders. She found Nate's hand and intertwined their fingers, sighing when his tongue caressed her breasts for the first time. Just as promised, he wasn't rushing.

His fingers trailed down her side, light like a feather. He teased the most sensitive places while barely touching her, but Lara moaned all the same. He did the same on her thigh, trailing up and down, getting closer to the core of her femininity.

When she reached out to his belt and tried unfastening it, he dared do the same with her trousers, pushing them down and getting rid of yet another barrier between them.

They slowly undressed each other until the only piece of cloth left was their underwear. They stopped kissing and touching to look at each other, to exchange firing glances and smiles.

«Are you sure?» Nate asked, holding her hand and bringing it to his lips.

Lara nodded, lightly pushing on his shoulders. She knew there was no way she could overturn him, but he followed her wish as soon as he sensed her movements. He rolled on his back, letting her straddle him. Her hair, loose on the back, slipped on her shoulder and tickled his chest while she bent down to kiss his neck.

She guided his hands on her back, on her legs, silently telling him to explore. It was at that moment that she felt his hardness pushing against her. His underwear had tented up, and she licked her lips while a jolt of excitement made her chuckle.

She returned to kissing him, caressing every spot on his chest with her lips... Moving lower a little just so she could watch him better.

When she felt like moving a step forward, she caught one of his hands and pressed it on her right breast. She could see the tented underwear rise even more, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

She knew nothing about love, but her body did. It knew how to act when Nate was around, and it could sense every right move at any moment.

At least, that was how she felt. Judging from Nate's expression and reactions, he didn't seem to dislike it.

His free hand travelled up her thigh, slipping under her underwear and squeezing her butt for a moment before moving in between her legs. His fingers barely caressed her womanhood before retreating, making her moan in frustration. Her fingers pressed into Nate's skin, making her sigh in approval.

He knew she would react like that, but he wanted to hear that sound again: it was angry, pleased and pleading at the same moment. So intense and full of meanings that he wished to tease her again.

He couldn't because she stroked his member from over the underwear. Nate focused on the present, reminding himself it wasn't the right time yet! He had to resist! A bit longer... Just a little...

Thankfully, Lara's intentions were wicked and cruel. She stopped touching him, smiling wily when he opened his eyes to see her.

It had been just a little ploy to make him feel like she felt when he had retreated his fingers. He thanked all the heavens and hugged her tightly, forcing her down for a kiss. She didn't struggle one bit, following his lead just like he did when she had pushed him.

They could communicate with their bodies, show what they wanted, and the other seemed willing to accommodate any wish.

He touched her again, this time without any retreat. His fingers slipped in between her folds, teasing her clit and circling around the opening. The moans he received in response guided his hand where Lara wanted it, his fingers precise as if they had been lovers for long.

Their kiss intensified as Lara's breath became hectic.

«I want you,» she said, splitting from his lips just for a second. «All of you!»

Nate wanted to remind her not to rush, but he couldn't. He couldn't talk at all, lost in the sweet reactions of her body, in her trembling voice... In her fast breathing and tense muscles. Her hands touching him were light yet decisive.

His hand was soaked in her juices, her legs quivering and her face red.

He sat up, letting Lara find a better position. He caressed her face, moving the hair away, and he retreated the other hand from her.

«Then take what you want,» he said, a charming smile on his lips.