Re: But he was my trouble.
Nate was spurred on by their kisses, which were not only reciprocated by Eva but blissfully intensified. She felt exactly as he'd imagined, the embodiment of soft sensual desire. Her lips caressed his and suddenly breathed life into his pale, stoic face. Her sultry voice whispered out a 'please' and it produced a wave that caused his frame to roll against her. And... Nathaniel couldn't refuse a request from his queen.
They bumped into the desk and he seized Eva near her bottom with his long arms and grabbed fists full of the fabric. He pulled the garment up until his fingers felt her garters and black silk underneath. Nate moaned against her lips, at the blind sensation alone. He held the Native by her outer thighs and lifted her onto the desk, which sent more than one item on the floor. Nathaniel's body pressed between her stocking-clad legs and she was able to feel the passion he'd been holding back.
A mixture of pleasure and frustration fueled Nathaniel because too many layers of clothes still laid between them. In a moment of protest, Nate's long fingers tore Eva's dress down in the front and exposed her flowery bra. Excited with his new options, he seized a section of her hair and pulled the goddess' head back. His mouth fell between the floral print on her chest while hips rocked against the desk. Words... words had escaped him.