The significance of Nate wearing white tonight of all nights isn’t lost on me as I pin him to the mattress and feast on his red mouth, not caring that his lipstick will smear or stain. If need be I can let him up so he can reapply it. He moans against my lips, tongue soft and wet alongside mine, as he tangles his slender fingers in my hair and meets me thrust for thrust. The stockings he’s wearing catch on my leg hair as he wraps his thighs around my hips for better leverage. The drag of his cock…