When Nathaniel stirred the next morning, the first thing he became aware of was her scent. He breathed in and realized his nose was buried in her hair. It smelled faintly floral and feminine and just completely...her. He wanted to live in it.

He didn't remember changing positions during the night, but he was now spooning her, one of his arms heavily draped over her midsection and the other supporting her head under the pillow. He sighed and pulled her closer, savoring the feeling of her warmth and softness against him.

He felt Rebecca shift in his arms and his eyes snapped open. He wasn't sure if post-coital, next-day cuddling was part of the deal. But her eyes were still closed and she was clearly still in a half-sleep state. She wore a soft smile and ran her hand lazily up and down his arm. She finally settled her hand over his, threaded their fingers together, and then guided his hand under her chin and snuggled against it. He couldn't help feeling an overwhelming tenderness toward her and hoped that maybe this had been more than just a one-night stand.

He took a chance and nuzzled her neck, planting a few kisses there.

"Hmmm...hi," she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Hi," he responded, his voice low and scratchy.

"You feeeel gooood," she said sleepily, stretching the words out luxuriously and squeezing the hand that was still enmeshed with hers. "Just a couple more hours, ok?" she muttered. He felt her body relax against him like she might fall back asleep.

He let her have a few moments of contentment but he had other plans for her. He untangled his limbs from hers and she let out an annoyed grunt in response. "Nooooo…" she sighed.

"Shhh...you just lie back and relax," he soothed. He pushed the blankets back and traveled down her body until his face was settled between her legs. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at him with an arched eyebrow.

He smiled in response and pushed the dress shirt up until he had full access to her.

"Is this ok?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes in response and then bent her knees to open herself further to him.

He began trailing feather-light kisses along the inside of her thighs. She rested her head back on the pillow and exhaled. He kissed up and down along each thigh, but every time he got close to the place she wanted him the most, he backed off. She pushed her hips forward and he assumed it was an attempt to wordlessly communicate that she needed more.

He stopped kissing her. "What do you want?" he asked devilishly. She bit her lip and let out a frustrated sound that was between a moan and a whimper.

But she was stubborn and he knew she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "You dick…" she said, her voice dripping with venom and lust. He resumed kissing her inner thigh with more pressure this time, getting so so close. Then he switched to licking with the flat of his tongue. He could smell how aroused she was.

"I can stop if you want." With that, she had had enough of the teasing. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pressing him against her. He relented and finally pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her clit. He heard her mutter a curse and her legs twitched. Not sparing a moment, he put all his effort into alternating between licking her and sucking her clit. She writhed against him and moaned openly. One of her hands bunched up the blankets in a fist at her side and the other she rested on the back of his head, stroking the short hairs there.

After several minutes of his efforts, he started to tease at her entrance with his finger. She grabbed at his head and shoulders to get his attention. She wanted something but apparently had lost all ability to speak. "Is this what you want?" he asked breathlessly and looked up at her. She shook her head and pulled at his shoulders, signalling him to join her. He wasn't ready to stop. He was just getting the rhythm and feel for how she liked to be pleasured.

But then she finally said in a labored voice, "No, I want to feel you," and he couldn't refuse. He got up and quickly got a condom from his nightstand and rolled it on while she watched him through hooded eyes. Once he was ready, she turned her back to him and he surmised she wanted to resume their previous spooning position. He slid one arm under her head and threw the other around her waist, pulling her back into his body. It felt heady and masculine to completely engulf her body with his. He thought about taking off her shirt but there was something extremely arousing about fooling around with her in his shirt.

He positioned himself to enter her and she pushed her ass back against him eagerly. He gently swept her hair back, exposing her neck and ear to him. He kissed behind her ear and then slowly thrust into her. She sighed with relief.

After finding a rhythm, he took her hand in his and guided it down to her clit. He was struck by how small her fingers were next to his. "Show me how to touch you," he whispered in her ear. She shivered and then started rubbing herself using his fingers. She was slick from his earlier ministrations.

"Hey, you remember that night in the elevator?" he whispered in her ear.

Her eyes cracked open and she looked at him sideways. "Yea," she exhaled with a whimper. She arched her back against him, craving more. He obliged and thrust into her harder. She bit her lip and groaned.

"I wanted to take you up against the wall right there."

Her mouth fell open. "Yea?" she breathed.

"Mmm hmm," his voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Did you want me?"

She huffed with exasperation. He suddenly stopped all his movements. She looked over her shoulder at him and he grinned.

"Oh my god, you are such an asshole." She tried to angle her hips back against him but he pulled away further.

"An asshole you want to fuck in an elevator..." he said and punctuated his point by roughly shoving into her again.

She cried out. "...or bend you over a desk," he finished. With that, she was coming hard, clenching around him. And watching her fall apart, he felt his own orgasm taking hold and couldn't stop it. "Rebecca," he growled into her ear and he held her hips still against him as his jerked erratically.

He panted against her neck as he came down from the high of his orgasm. Once he regained his faculties, he released her and collapsed onto his back. She did the same, looking up at the ceiling and putting her hand over her heart under the dress shirt.

"Whew!" she blurted out. He smirked.

After a few minutes he felt his heartbeat finally slow and Rebecca cuddled up to his chest. "That was actually very satisfying."

"Isn't it always?"