Getting Under Nathan

19: "Let yourself go."

Chapter 19 - "Let yourself go."

**Sexual content in this chapter**

When I opened my eyes, I felt a wave of confusion roll over me. Surveying my surroundings, I realized my confusion. It wasn't the morning and I was still wearing the clothes I'd been wearing all day. Nathan lay next to me, silently sleeping too.

When we'd finally made it back to the hotel after our busy day, we'd both been so tired that we'd ended up falling asleep on the bed whilst chatting. It was now ten o'clock. I lay there gazing at Nathan for a few minutes. He was sound asleep, his chest rising up and down with his deep breathing. Today must have been pretty stressful in a way for him; he put a lot of planning into making today happen and he even had to put up with my mini-tantrum half way up the Eiffel Tower. I wasn't going to let him go unrewarded – I'd show him my appreciation.

I bent down to his neck and began to kiss him, in what I hoped was a seductive way. It didn't take much of this before a smile appeared on Nathan's lips and he gradually began to regain consciousness.

"Mmm," he murmured, his hand lazily coming up to wind into my hair. "I can't think of a nicer way to be woken up."

I laughed softly against his neck. "I'm sure I can..."

In a sudden movement that took me by surprise, Nathan rolled over so he was on top of me. Smiling affectionately, contrasting to his playful mood, he gently brushed my hair away from my eyes.

"Have you enjoyed today?" he asked quietly.

I smiled back and nodded. "I know I started whinging half way up the Eiffel Tower, but it was purely just tiredness."

"Was it worth it?"

"Definitely," I grinned. "Thank you, Nathan. I know you put a lot of planning into today. And it really was perfect."

"Well, not quite perfect," he couldn't help but point out. "It would have been better if your feet hadn't let you down."

"Well, they're feeling much better now," I said. "I'm re-energized."

"Re-energized?" he repeated with a smile. "What do you plan to do with that energy?"

"Harvest it in the most useful way possible, obviously," I smirked.

"Obviously," he agreed with a smirk.

And then he lowered his mouth to mine. Thinking back to the last time we'd had sex, it was completely different. It was rough and primal, symbolic of our lust and desire for each other. This time, however, it was softer and slower. This was how we usually had sex. Our clothes came off in a well-rehearsed manner, with no rush at all. Nathan was slowly devouring my body, his kisses torturing me with pleasure as he covered every inch of my skin with his lips. By the time he was finished kissing me, my skin was tingling, all sensations heightened.

"I love you," he murmured, his mouth back near mine again.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "More than anything."

He lifted his head to look at me, and when our eyes locked, the rest of the world was shut out. I got lost in those blue pools, and it was impossible not to think back to all the memories they held. How many times had I looked into his eyes in times of distress, in times of pain and in times of affection? Still keeping eye contact with me, he slowly ran his hand down the centre of my body. My stomach clenched as he got lower, slowly coming into contact with my underwear. The sensation was electric, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. As he gently slid his hand inside my underwear, my toes clenched at the feel of him, my legs automatically widening.