Hailee’s POV
Every hair on my arms stood up.
A shiver ran down my spine so fast I forgot how to breathe.
My thighs pressed together on instinct.
Heat rushed straight to my stomach.
The baby inside me moved—not in pain—but in a strange, quiet calm.
"N-Nathan..." I whispered, my voice shaking.
He slid his arm slowly around my waist from behind, pulling me gently back into his chest.
"I told you I won’t cross certain lines," he murmured, letting his lips hover near my ear without touching.
"But I’m not made of stone, Hailee."
My heart hammered so hard it shook my whole body.
"I heard you," he whispered.
"I smelled what you felt."
His breath brushed my skin.
"And I’m not ignoring it."
I swallowed hard, my breath trembling.
"Nathan... what are you... doing?"
His fingers brushed my waist, slow and warm.
"I’m helping you," he whispered.
"Unless you want me to stop."
His voice dropped even lower.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t breathe.
My whole body answered before my mouth did.
I pushed my hips back into him—
just a little—
just enough for him to feel how I trembled.
He sucked in a quiet breath behind me.
"Hailee..." he whispered. "That’s a yes."
I nodded.
Slowly, Nathan began placing kisses on my exposed shoulders behind me while I closed my eyes in pure bliss and moaned. I felt his hand squeeze my ass, and a louder moan left my lips while he grunted, still kissing my neck and shoulder. I felt him move his hand away from my ass, and then he lifted my nightgown as he went for my private. A rush of pleasure flooded me when he rubbed me through my soaked panties.
""Mmmmh," I moaned, spreading my thighs for him without thinking.
He sucked lightly on my neck and shifted my underwear aside, letting his fingers run over my wet pussy.
"Na..." I moaned as my hand went to his hand, holding it. He moaned, and slowly his fingers eased forward, brushing my entrance again—slow, teasing, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
My knees went weak.
"Nathan..." I breathed, but it came out more like a desperate plea than a moan.
He kissed the back of my shoulder, slow and deep, like he wanted to claim every part of me he touched.
"Relax for me," he whispered.
His free hand slid around my waist again, steadying me, guiding me back gently into him while the other hand moved lower. His fingertips pressed lightly against my soaked folds, tracing me like he had all the time in the world.
I gasped.
My hips jerked.
He groaned softly behind me, the sound low and hungry.
"You’re trembling," Nathan murmured against my skin. "You’re so warm... so ready..."
I whimpered, my fingers gripping his wrist.
He adjusted his hold, his thumb brushing the sensitive spot that made my whole body arch.
"Nathan—" I choked out, "please..."
He kissed my neck again, slower this time.
Deep.
Purposeful.
Like he wanted me to feel it everywhere.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
I squeezed my thighs around his hand, my breath shaking.
"I... I want more."
That was all he needed.
Nathan slid his finger past my folds, touching me where I was throbbing for him. My body jolted so hard I had to reach for the wall just to stay upright.
"Oh God—Nathan—" I gasped, my voice breaking.
He groaned behind me, pressing a firm kiss to my shoulder.
"Let me take care of you... let me make you feel good..."
His fingers moved again—slow, steady, maddening—each stroke sending another wave through me. My hips rocked back without my permission, chasing the pressure, chasing the relief, chasing him.
"Hailee..." he whispered, his breath turning ragged.
Nathan slid his hand deeper, his thumb circling softly, and my whole body lit up.
"Na—Nathan... I... I can’t—" I gasped.
"Yes you can," he whispered against my neck.
"Let go. I’ve got you."
His fingers moved again—
And my legs nearly gave out.
Nathan felt my legs shaking, and something in him snapped—softness turning into a deeper desire.
His pace increased.
His fingers moved faster, stroking me with a rhythm that made my breath catch in my throat.
"Nathan—!" I gasped, my voice breaking.
"Hold onto me," he murmured.
Before I could answer, he slid a second finger inside me—slow, deep, stretching me just enough to make my knees buckle.
I let out a sharp, helpless moan.
He groaned behind me, low and hungry.
"God, Hailee... you’re so tight..."
His fingers moved together, faster now, curling inside me with each thrust—curling exactly where my body screamed for him.
My head fell back on his shoulder.
He didn’t let it stay there.
He grabbed my chin gently and turned my face toward him.
Our lips met.
Soft at first.
Then desperate.
The kiss stole the air right out of my lungs. I moaned into his mouth, gripping his wrist with both hands as his fingers curled again inside me—deep, slow, hitting that spot that made my whole body shake.
"Nathan... Nathan..." I cried out against his lips.
He swallowed every sound.
Every breath.
Every moan.
He kissed me harder, controlling my mouth the same way he controlled my body.
His fingers pumped faster, deeper.
Curling.
Finding that exact point that made white heat pulse in my stomach.
"Oh—God—Nathan—" I gasped into his mouth, clutching his arm.
He didn’t slow down.
Not even for a second.
He curled his fingers again—sharper, deeper—while his thumb circled the sensitive spot outside, working me with a precision that made my entire body jolt forward.
"Come on, Hailee..." he whispered against my lips, breath hot and trembling.
"Fuck..."
My legs shook violently.
My back arched.
"Nathan—!" I choked as the pleasure surged.
He responded with a moan as he continued to finger-fuck me...
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
"Nathan... please just go in..." I begged, my voice breaking into a moan.