35. Natalie
35
NATALIE
I wasn’t planning on eavesdropping, but I just rounded the corner when I heard their conversation.
What I hear fills me with dread for a split second—habits are hard to break, but it’s soon replaced with elation. The time we spent together was nothing other than magic.
And I know he meant what he said, he’ll wait for me. But I want to give him more. He deserves me to be all in as much as he is. And I want that, so bad.
I gave up on the thought of having kids a long time ago, though I always loved them. I used to dream of my perfect, though unusual, wedding. But the need to survive my trauma suppressed all of that. And I’m just now starting to remember.
Soon, my brother and his husband join us.
“You must be the man who managed to tame my sister. I’m Tony,” my brother says, shaking Matt’s hand.
“Doubt it, but I’ll die trying,” Matt responds, and they both laugh.
“This is Jeremy.” Tony introduces his husband. Though Tony is five years younger, he’s been married for two years, earning me a lot of pressure from Nonna.
We sit down to eat, and the ravioli tastes amazing. Matt keeps his left hand on my thigh beneath the desk, and it’s equal parts relaxing and titillating. His big hand heats up my thigh, helping me even my breath. I was so nervous about today.
I wasn’t scared my family wouldn’t like him. Everybody likes him.
But it was undoubtedly a big step. And big steps are still nerve wracking for me. But his presence grounds me, his touch calming me down.
“Wow, you really outdid yourself this time,” Tony says to Nonna.
“Tell it to Matt; he did most of the work. While others did nothing to help.” She pierces me, Tony, and Jeremy with a glare.
“Sheesh, he’s been here five minutes, and he’s already the favorite.”
Matt shoots me a playful wink, and I giggle. Heads turns toward me, shocked by my reaction, so I clear my throat.
Nonna lifts her glass of wine to Matt, whispering “Told you,” which makes him laugh once again.
“Feeling OK?” he asks as we hit the road.
“Yeah, it went better than expected.”
“What did you expect? I told you they’re going to love me.” He winks.
“Oh, I heard that. But there was a chance of me throwing up.”
Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips.
“Thank you,” he says, shooting me a quick glance. “I know it was a huge step for you. And I appreciate it.”
It’s not like I have a choice in the matter. My heart would kill me if I tried to put some distance between us. The risk of throwing up is miniscule to what I would feel pushing him away.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, while my mind works overtime.
Taking a big sigh, I blurt out: “I think I’ll get back into therapy.”
His hand reaches out, squeezing mine.
“I don’t want you thinking you need to change a single thing about yourself, Natalie. But I also deeply support you getting help in dealing with your trauma. You deserve to be free of it.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be free of it,” I whisper, looking out of the window.
“Either way, I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have to rush anything, you know?” His raises my hand to his lips, snapping something deep inside of me.
“Pull over,” I say.
“What?”
“Pull over, right over there.” I point to an expansion on the road. It’s already dark outside and this road is pretty secluded, so I know we’ll have privacy.
“What’s going on? Is everything OK?” He looks at me with furrowed brows.
“It will be.”
Grabbing his shirt, I pull him to me. It takes him a second to realize my plan, but when he does, his tongue wastes no time invading my mouth. He smells like Nonna’s ravioli and tastes like home, seeping deep into my body, overwhelming my senses. A click, he slides his seat backwards and lifts me up to straddle him.
I let out a moan as I feel him already hard beneath me. I grind on his stiff ridge while his hands roam by body. One in my hair, and one teasing the top of my breast. Circling my swollen clit on his lap, he lets out a low groan.
“Fuck, Natalie. What are you doing to me?”
“It’s us , Matt. This is us,” I say before kissing him harder, and he nods into my kiss.
The need to feel him inside of me is too strong, so I quickly unbutton his jeans, and he uses both hands to rip a hole in the tights beneath my dress. The ripping sound sends another bolt of pleasure to my core, prickling my skin in its wake.
I love him destroying things to get to me. I love him out of his mind with his need for me.
After a second of adjusting, I lower myself down on his throbbing cock.
“Fuuuc...” I moan as I stretch myself around him. I haven’t gotten used to his girth, and I hope I never do.
“Shit, baby you’re so wet for me.”
“Always.”
Pressing my hands on his shoulders, I use my yoga muscles to ride him like a woman starved. Before long, I come apart around him, his right hand around my neck, his left thumb pressing my clit. He follows me right after, filling me with his cum, something I’m now addicted to.
Our breaths race as I drop my head into the crook of his neck. His fingers are splayed on my back, drawing soothing circles.
“I love you, Matt,” I say into his neck, not looking up. He doesn’t force my gaze up, but lays a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“I know, baby. I love you, too.”