Nathalie.
"f**k. Get up." His throaty voice rang through my p***y before it reached my ears. Then his hands found mine, and he pulled me up. Gently.
He turned me around. My back met his chest, my palms flat against the cool wall. He dragged his tip through my slick heat, slow, deliberate, and a hungry, desperate moan escaped my lips. I turned my head to watch him. He fit his c**k into me, inch by inch, gentle at first, until he was buried deep.
His jaw tightened. He went still for a second, letting me feel all of him. Then his hands closed on my waist, and he thrust.
Hard. Deeper and harder until the wall took my weight. My cheek scraped the paint. Sweat slid between my shoulder blades. The slap of his hips against my ass cracked through the room.
"Ah... Nathaniel... fuck... oh... fuc
