<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><br/><br/>Feeling Ellie's hands rising up his chest, working at the buttons of his shirt and plastering the thin material against his skin, Nathan canted his torso away from her while keeping his head close, allowing her to work at undressing him while not tearing his lips away from her skin even for a moment. His tongue lavished across her clavicle, working down in a warm, coiling streak that slid between her breasts, tracing their pert fullness... until he groaned in approval as she nearly tore the shirt from his back in her need, which his own surged to match.<br/><br/>Straightening, Nathan rolled his shoulders and scrambled out of the garment, tossing it back carelessly while his eyes were full of her. Bare-chested, Ellie could see again his solid, masculine build, as she had once or twice when the day was hot and the chores arduous on the farm. Strong muscles ran down his arms and stretched across torso and midsection; not the buffed, every-obscure-muscle-group-worked look of a gym rat, but the natural tone of someone used to physical labour. Nathan's breath caught as the redhead sank to her knees and leaned towards his crotch – then released forcefully as she undid his fly.<br/><br/>“Oh, god, Ellie,” he groaned, half-smiling, half-gaping in euphoric amazement, like this was an erotic dream he couldn't believe was actually happening. He looked like the happiest man on Earth, gazing down as she reached into his pants and discovered his manhood. Nathan was semi-erect already, his cock warm and firm as he fingers surrounded it, and her merest touch sent another wave of hardness down through him. “I need that too...”