<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><br/><br/>A soft, plosive noise, half sigh and half chuckle broke from Nathan's lips as Ellie echoed his sentiment. His fingertips played with the softer-than-satin skin at the back of her neck as he said: “Then I guess we're both hap – ohhh...”<br/><br/>Her lips pressed back to his before he could finish, but he'd never been so delighted to be interrupted in his life. Nathan's eyes widened as he felt her tongue invade his mouth, but the shock was instantly replaced by pleasure, and he closed his eyes, tilting his face to meet her kiss of redoubled passion. He took her forwardness as permission to return the favour, and Ellie would find that Nathan did not plan to cede his mouth easily. His tongue warred with hers, sometimes wrestling it into submission, sometimes being overcome by her own cunning osculatory stratagems, until they came to a gasping detente. His strong fingers slid down from her head, clasping the back of her shoulders, stroking her scapulae and the flesh left bare by the straps of her dress.<br/><br/>“Ellie...” Nathan groaned, his breath as hot as his body against hers. “I mean Pearl... ahhh, damn it, can I just call you Ellie? So much prettier a name than Pearl... 'cause it's yours.” He smiled teasingly, bending to kiss her delicate chin, his fingertips painting circles of sensation on her back.<br/><br/>Nathan hesitated there a moment, his lips around the tip of her jaw, his teeth resting softly on the skin. Shouldn't they talk? Wasn't that what they were here for? He had to ask... what? What could be more important than burying his mouth, his fingers, his cock into this supremely desirable redhead who'd occupied his wants and needs and thoughts for months?<br/><br/>Slowly, without reluctance, the Kiwi lowered himself into a crouch in front of her. His kisses rolled down her neck in a warm torrent, tasting every inch of white skin along her windpipe, until they diverted at her collarbone like a branching river delta. Nathan kissed left to right, right to left, his brown hair tickling under her jaw. Ellie could feel his tongue lap across the little dip at the very base of her throat, and his warm breath spilled across her upper chest. “God, you taste good...”