Chapter 21 #2
I drove my fingers deeper inside her and increased the pressure on her stomach, wanting her to feel the way I moved and stroked, mimicking how my cock would one day fuck into her.
The thought alone made me so goddamn hard, so ready to feel her around me, clenching around my length.
But I knew it probably wasn’t going to happen tonight, and that was okay.
I had this. I had the feel of her cunt contracting around my fingers, and the sweet-tasting softness that was her clit against my tongue as I delivered those little flicks that she liked.
The taste of her, the sensation of her body surrounding mine, it was enough to make my cock pulse and throb, until I was just as on edge as she was.
Natalie was a gasping, crying mess, her arms flinging above her head, grabbing at my pillows, and I was bursting at the seams, needing to experience her letting go again.
When she suddenly grew silent, I glanced up to see her concentrating on the ceiling, her jaw dropping, her breathing cut off, and then…a scream.
She climaxed with an intensity that shocked even me, her body contracting around my fingers as an earthquake seemed to run through her, breaking her down little by little, crumbling around me. And feeling her like that? Fuck me.
I came right after her, cum leaking from the tip of my cock while I still had my fingers stuffed inside her, still had my tongue delving in her pussy. I groaned, sinking into the release, maybe a little shocked, but not really. Because it was Natalie.
“So good,” I murmured, slowly extracting myself from her body and brushing a kiss on her inner thigh. “You did so good, Natalie.”
I stood on shaky feet, and Natalie stared up at me, looking utterly wrecked and yet so awake and alive, her eyes flaring as she flicked her gaze over my body, getting stuck on the sight of my dripping cock.
“You did that,” I said hoarsely.
“You…?” She trailed off, looking stunned, and I just nodded, confirming that thought.
“Yeah, baby.”
When she continued to stare, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come taste it, Sunshine. Taste what you did to me.”
Natalie’s movements were slower, like all her limbs were weighed down, but she sat on the edge of the bed, dangling her feet over the side and leaning forward eagerly. She licked her lips once, causing my vision to blur, and then parted them. They were glistening wet, puffy, perfect.
I slipped my cock back into her hot, wet mouth, and swallowed a growl when she sucked the cum off the tip.
“That’s it,” I said hoarsely. “Don’t swallow.”
She pulled back, releasing me from her mouth, but her throat stayed still, her lips sealed shut.
“Open again.”
Natalie obeyed, and I swallowed a grunt at the sight of my cum dripping down her tongue toward the back of her throat. I slid two of my fingers, still soaked in her arousal, onto her tongue, mixing us together.
“Suck me clean, Natalie.”
Her gaze blazed as she clamped down on my fingers, licking them off as I pulled out of her mouth again.
“Now swallow,” I directed.
Natalie swallowed.
Unbelievable.
“Yeah?” Natalie breathed, and I realized I’d said it aloud.
I nodded, words somehow completely escaping me.
I was too busy watching the slight flutter of her lashes and the way her honey-colored hair fell around her shoulders in tangled waves.
Her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes gave color to an otherwise colorless room.
She flashed me a soft, shy grin, and she looked happy.
A rattling in my chest made it hard to breathe.
“That was…” she started but then just pressed her lips together, the blush on her cheeks intensifying. “Well, you know.”
“I know,” I assured her. “I know, Natalie.”
I knew exactly what it was.
In fact, I suspected I knew more about what it was than she did. But I’d promised her we’d take things at her pace and follow her rules, and I intended to stick to that promise until she realized the same things I did.
“I’m going to clean you up now.”
“Oh.” She looked away and started to shift, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to—”
I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from standing. “I’m going to clean you up now,” I said again, more forcefully.
Natalie didn’t move another muscle until I came back from the bathroom.
And then she let me clean her up, using a warm, wet cloth to wipe the inside of her thighs.
I took my time, exaggerating the process because I wasn’t quite ready to be done spending time with her body tonight.
And I wanted her to know that this part was important, too.
After I finally finished, I tossed one of my old T-shirts on the bed for her to put on before I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, too.
When I returned, I was happy to see that she’d snuggled herself beneath the bedcovers.
And she was wearing my baseball tee I’d set out, one from an intramural league I played in back in college.
I tried to ignore the possessiveness running rampant through my veins at the sight, and leaned against the frame of the door with a cocked grin.
“Will you stay here tonight?”
I held my breath as I waited for her to respond.
It was probably bad news for me that I wanted Natalie London sleeping in my bed just as badly as I wanted her in my bed for other reasons, ones we’d just explored. I wanted her tucked under my arm all night long. Just wanted to fucking hold her.
“That sounds nice,” she whispered, wiggling her body further into bed. “If you’re okay with it.”
Thank fuck.
“I’d prefer it.”
Massive understatement, but she didn’t need to know that.
“When do you need to be home tomorrow? I can drive you.” I crossed the bedroom, pulling back the covers to slide in behind her. “And I’ll set an alarm for the morning.”
“Need to be at Blake’s by seven forty-five, so a bit before that,” she mumbled as I wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back into my chest.
Her body against mine was something I might never get used to. It fit so perfectly.
Natalie released a sigh and snuggled into me. I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing in her vanilla scent and listening to the way her breathing quickly evened out.
She was gone within minutes, maybe even seconds.
And fuck, so was I.