Summary: Nathan wants to try something a little different. Future fic, not really tied to any specific plot points, so PWP.
Author's Note: I'm still figuring out how I want to attack the ending of S12 during this hiatus, so in the meantime, here's a fic I intended to write somewhere around episode 9, then episode 10 killed my mojo, but a boring plane ride served as an excellent motivator to get this down on paper.
Content warnings: Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, woman on top.
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She found him in his usual position as she entered their bedroom, closing the door behind her, his head slightly propped up reading a book.
She admired him as he turned his attention to her. He was shirtless, the muscles in his arms obvious because of the angle he held the book.
Her eyes found his and she was caught, a smirk on his face letting her know that he saw her admiring him.
She smirked right back as she dropped her robe to the floor, revealing a new silky pink nightgown, one a bit more revealing than any that she had already.
He slammed his book shut, dropping it to the bed beside him.
His eyes danced across her, taking in the skin that she had revealed by removing her robe.
He always looked at her as if it was the first time.
"When did you get this?" he asked as he reached a hand out to her, his fingers grasping hers and pulling her gently toward him.
She blushed a little as she responded, "I ordered it. I didn't know it was so…"
He sat up and pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "It's perfect."
She smiled against his finger, and then pursed her lips to press a kiss to it, wrapping them slightly around it to let her tongue peek out and touch the pad of his finger.
His other hand cupped her jaw, and he dropped the finger from her lips just in time to press his own to hers. His fingers wove into her hair, pulling her gently, closer to the bed, as his now free hand found its way to her thigh, just at the hem of the nightgown.
Gasping at the contact of his hand on her, her lips parted, allowing him to slide his tongue between her lips and it sensuously played with her own as his hand rose higher up her leg.
He pulled his lips from hers long enough to breathe out the words "come here" and guided her until she was straddling his thighs.
She found that in that position, it was easy to wrap both her hands into his hair as she kissed him, while his own hands fell to her hips, up and under her nightgown, holding her tight against him.
They kissed passionately for several long minutes, and with every stroke of his hands upon her skin - his hands were never still when she was in reach - it sent electric shocks to her center. She found herself beginning to rock her hips, chasing her pleasure, but found herself pulling back to catch her breath.
Or to avoid embarrassing herself, she wasn't exactly sure.
Nathan had always been very open about his physical attraction to her, never shying away from showing her exactly what she did to him. She was finding it less awkward as more time passed since their wedding night, but still found herself holding back, especially in moments like this where she felt the loss of her control and desperate need to have him.
Somehow, despite her being the one previously married, he was the one with the knowledge and confidence to make sure their bedroom was not a boring place.
She rested her head on his shoulder, willing herself to calm down, to breathe, to gain some semblance of control over her body's reaction to him.
"Why did you stop?" he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending another shiver down her spine, not helping matters at all.
She wordlessly pulled back and made to shift off of him and guide him on top of her.
But his strong grip held her in place.
Her eyes met his and he asked again, "Elizabeth, why did you stop?"
Confused, she replied, "I didn't, I just figured…" she trailed off, blushing and not really sure exactly what to say except that she assumed they'd shift into their usual positions, but she didn't actually want to say that.
"I want you to stay here," he said firmly. "I was enjoying you on top of me."
Her eyes widened. That's what she meant by his unabashed appreciation of her. She could never imagine saying something like that to him, so forthright, so matter-of-fact. It went against a lifetime of modesty.
She knew he could see her freeze, could feel her body tense up, and yet, he brought a hand up to cup her jaw. As his thumb stroked her cheek, he said softly, "I know it's different and new, but I'd like to try it." His hand shifted down to her neck to rest where it met her shoulder, his thumb now stroking her collarbone slowly. "I want to be able to see all of you this time."
She searched his face and found nothing but his usual open honesty.
"Would you try it for me?" he asked, softly, almost shyly as more time passed between his initial request.
She found herself nodding, not exactly sure what exactly it would entail. She obviously knew the mechanics, but she had never made love any other way than with her husband on top of her.
However, she delighted in the smile that formed on his face as she acquiesced. Not that she got to experience it for long, as his lips crashed into her own, in an effort to make his appreciation well known.
He pulled back, resting his forehead on hers for a moment before pulling back, the smile still gracing his lips.
"So how do I…"
With one surprisingly stern look from him, she pressed her lips together. "Elizabeth, stop thinking."
"Stop thinking? How do I stop thinking? I'm always…"
He kissed her again, a quick peck this time, to shut her up. "I know. That's why I said to stop." He huffed out a laugh at what she assumed was her indignant expression. "Just feel, Elizabeth. Let me make you feel good."
And with that, the hand that had remained on her hip this entire time shifted so that he could gently press his thumb at the apex of her legs, brushing up gently against the most sensitive part of her.
Her head fell back and she gasped, rocking her hips forward to increase the pressure of his touch.
His thumb moved slowly, but with purpose, circling the nub there, but also pulling back to stroke her lower lips, creating a sort of push and pull, each push getting her closer to her peak, and yet pulling her back so as to not push her over the edge quite yet.
She found herself breathless after a few minutes of this, her eyes closed, focusing on his touch. But she could also feel his stare upon her. She knew he was watching her fall apart slowly.
With her eyes closed, she was surprised when he rolled his hand and pressed a single long digit into her. He thrusted it in and out a few times, before easily adding a second, and then curling them inside to brush her inner walls.
Her arms flew to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as she rode his hand, desperate for release from the tension he had created. Her hips rocked back and forth as his fingers stroked her within, and she cried out as his thumb brushed up once more against her.
The tension snapped like a rubber band and she felt her inner walls clamp down on his fingers as she collapsed forward and into his chest, moaning as her body spasmed.
As she calmed, catching her breath, she heard him whisper, "Just like that, Lizbeth. Didn't that feel good?"
She swallowed and nodded against his chest. He gently shifted back a little so he could check on her, his hands on her shoulders guiding her back up to a sitting position.
"You okay?" He smiled at her.
She smiled back, his joy infectious. "A little wobbly, but definitely good."
She went to shift off of him, but again, he held fast.
"Nathan?" she exclaimed, a little exasperated.
"I'm not done with you, yet." He brushed his hands up her sides, taking her nightgown up and off of her.
She instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts, but after he dropped the nightgown to the floor, his hands gently pulled hers away from her body. He gently shifted them so that he could lie back down beneath her, with her still straddling his thighs.
His shorts were now very obviously tented between them.
But he was content to ignore that for the time being, his hands returning to her body, playing with her now exposed breasts - stroking the soft sides, cupping their heft and stroking her nipples with his thumbs.
He had never really dedicated that much time to them, but she found the attention simultaneously relaxing and starting to turn her back on again.
In time, however, she felt the need to return the favor, so she gently pulled the waistband of his shorts up and over his length and gently wrapped one of her hands around its girth.
He hissed as her hand moved up to the tip and back down, slowly.
From this position, she could appreciate him in a new way. For one, she had a little bit more leverage, as her ministrations along his shaft had the muscles in his arms and chest tensing. She also had an unimpeded view of *him* - in all honesty, it was really the first opportunity she had to really take in what he looked like. All of him.
At one point, he grimaced, his hand quickly resting on hers as she made to pull away.
"A little too hard there," but he grasped her hand before she could pull it back and demonstrated the way he wanted to be touched. "Like this…yeah, just like that…" His hand fell away as his eyes closed, and she continued stroking him, feeling his thighs twitch beneath her bottom as he got closer and closer to his peak.
She was starting to understand what he meant when he asked to see her - there was a lot of power in watching your person fall apart beneath your fingers.
But soon enough, his hand was back on hers, halting her movements. She pulled her hand from under his, understanding.
They quickly shifted so he could remove his shorts, but he swiftly grasped her hips and placed her back upon him, this time centered right over his shaft.
She lowered herself slowly onto him, rocking gently to ease him in, just a little bit at a time before pulling back up, his hands guiding her hips as hers rested on the tense muscles of his toned stomach.
After a few strokes, she found herself fully seated upon him, his length hitting places inside of her that she had never felt before. She took a minute to breathe in deeply and watched as Nathan did the same.
He caught her eye and asked, "You okay?"
She nodded. "You?"
His smile returned, brighter than before if possible. "Never better. You look gorgeous like this."
She found herself blushing. "Oh, stop it."
He gripped her thigh a little harder, almost like a pinch.
She flinched a little, but he spoke, "I'm serious. You've never looked as beautiful as you do right now."
She studied his face, again finding only earnest honesty. In fact, she wasn't sure she had ever seen him look as beautiful as he did below her.
And with that thought, she felt the need to start moving. With his guiding hands on her hips for support, she began to rise and fall, slowly at first.
But her control slipped as she watched his eyes roll back and he bit his lips together, groaning deeply. She was doing that to him, she was responsible for him falling apart.
And it felt good. Really good.
Better than any other time she had experienced.
She sped up her movements, as his hands gripped her hips a bit harder and he began to thrust up into her, matching her movements.
She felt freed from her previous nerves, knowing that he wanted to see her lose control. So she rode him, hard, her breasts bouncing, head back as he reveled in the feeling of him deep within her. Stroke after stroke, hitting a spot that she had never felt before.
She could hear him babbling as he watched her, "yes, just like that, oh god yes, Lizbeth, let go…"
And she did.
Her entire body tensed up as she settled on him, her hands on his lower stomach holding her up as she twitched and trembled through her orgasm, her insides clamped around his shaft tightly.
Which was enough to trigger his own, his hips pumping up into her, emptying himself in a few thrusts.
As her climax subsided, she collapsed on his chest, her chocolate waves spilling across it too much a temptation for him to not stroke as she completely came down from her high.
Their breaths evened out simultaneously, each one using the other as a guide as their racing hearts calmed.
Eventually, he shifted her off of him and got up, gathering the things they needed to get cleaned up, and then they snuggled into bed, him spooning her from behind.
She was almost asleep, when she heard him whisper in her ear, "Thank you for trusting me."
She rolled over to face him, placing a hand on his cheek. "I always trust you, " she smiled. "Thank you for loving me the way you do."
"Always."
She kissed him, and then rolled back over, feeling wholly safe and secure in his arms.