Chapter 33 #2
And then I withdrew a few inches before slamming inside Natalie’s cunt, harder this time, watching how her eyes grew and her head tossed back against the bed, her wet hair drenching the pristine, white pillowcases.
None of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was Natalie and making her feel alive and perfect and loved.
“So good,” I moaned, a low admission pressed against her forehead. The arch of her back from the pillow meant I was hitting even deeper than ever before, so deep that I felt Natalie quake with already mounting pressure. “So, so good.”
And then I did it again, driving my hips against hers, seeing how far I could bury myself inside her.
Natalie’s cries bounced against my hand, and I thrust again.
Slow, but steady and hard, reaching. Perfect strokes, over and over again, making her climb higher and higher. She was panting against my palm, and suddenly, I wanted to feel it. I needed to feel her breaths and how what I was doing to her affected them.
“Control yourself, Mama,” I rasped, my one warning before I slid my hand from her mouth.
Natalie’s gasp was so distinct, her pupils blown as she bit down on her lip, like she wasn’t sure she could handle staying quiet.
But when I grazed my lips over hers, parting them again, she tilted her chin, chasing my mouth.
My ragged, desperate breaths mixed with hers. Staying quiet seemed impossible, but there was also something erotic about it, something intoxicating about how the only sounds in the room were the quiet slap of my hips hitting hers and our hot and heavy breathing.
Natalie’s eyes were wild as they searched mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. My forehead hit hers, and then we were right there—together. Bodies writhing, muscles constricting, orgasms building.
“Cameron,” she whined breathlessly, and I knew hers was here. That she couldn’t hold back anymore, and I slammed my hand back over her mouth just in time.
I watched in awe as evidence of Natalie’s climax washed over her face, her release seeming to liberate her. I felt as she tightened all around me and then melted, breaking down into pieces that I made an internal promise to put back together again.
Beautiful and brilliant. As always.
My hand slid away after she crested, and then I used the opportunity to kiss her through my own turning point, thrusting only twice more before exploding, unraveling, spiraling, lost in the feel of Natalie London.
We slowed. Her hands began to wander, drifting down my back and then back up, spreading over my shoulders and then onto my chest. She flattened a palm directly over my heart, and I kissed her harder, almost afraid to let the moment die.
I wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before I finally gave in and let my mouth slide from hers, dragging it down the column of her throat, the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, lower and lower until I’d slipped out of her and was kneeling at the end of the bed again.
“Let me clean you up.” I pressed a kiss to her cunt, making Natalie gasp.
And then I dove in further, dragging my tongue through her pussy and licking off the arousal that coated her inner thighs.
Natalie’s soft groans propelled me, making it hard to stop, and I flipped her over onto her stomach so her sounds could be smothered in a pillow when I lifted her hips and dragged my tongue from her pussy further back, spreading her perfect cheeks so I could explore other parts of her.
I couldn’t fucking help it. Letting her, this, go was becoming more impossible each and every time.
Natalie tensed at the swipe of my tongue and then softened, releasing a sound that made me hard all over again.
I pulled back with a tilted grin. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked softly, and Natalie nodded, squirming as I replaced my mouth with my fingers, finding her tight little asshole and experimenting with light pressure, watching her closely for a reaction.
Her lips parted, her eyes rolled. Good. “I’d really like to fuck you here, Natalie. ”
She nodded again, a barely audible “Mhm” coming from her lips.
“Not now,” I added, and she almost looked…disappointed. “Next time, maybe.”
“Next time,” she repeated, and then she closed her eyes like she wanted to imagine it.
“Have you done that before?”
She shook her head without opening her eyes. “Have you?”
“Only with men.”
Natalie lifted her lids, finding me, and maybe I was seeing things I wanted to be there, but Natalie looked at me almost possessively, as though she liked that she’d be the first woman I’d experience that with.
God, she had no fucking clue, did she? How it felt for me when we were together? She stood alone in every experience. Every single one. No one felt like she did. No one was her.
Suddenly, I had to tell her.
“Natalie…I hope you know that everything we do feels new. Everything we do feels like my first time. With anyone.”
I took a step away after that because, based on the marveling way Natalie stared at me, I’d said too much.
Walking to the bathroom, I disposed of the condom and took a few steadying breaths.
When I returned, I found Natalie curled up beneath the comforter, snuggled into the bed.
To my immense relief, she wore a contented smile, and she even crooked a finger, which was all it took to convince me to slip beneath the covers with her.
I lay on my back, throwing an arm out, and Natalie snuck beneath it, exactly how I’d been hoping she would. Tucking her into my side, I dropped a kiss on her forehead, and Natalie exhaled, a rush of emotions leaving her body.
“Thank you.” She nuzzled further into my neck, whispers of gratitude on repeat. “Everything feels new to me, too. I’m guessing you already knew that, but still…thank you, Cameron. Not just for tonight, but for all of it.”
Fuck, I wished she’d stop thanking me like it was a favor. Like I didn’t spend every waking moment thinking about her—the things we’d done together, what we’d do next.
“Natalie…” I blew a breath out between my teeth, similar to her. “You are unreal. All of it is unreal.”
She burrowed deeper into my side. I let her, drawing her close beneath the blankets and brushing a hand over damp hair that would probably be tangled and messy tomorrow.
Natalie didn’t seem to care, and I sure as hell didn’t, either.
I loved this side of her, the stripped-down one.
Mostly because I suspected not many, if anyone, got to see it.
But I did.
And I’d never take that for fucking granted.
“When do you have to go back to the hospital?” I asked.
Another heavy exhale. “In the morning.”
I nodded, half expecting that answer.
“I just came home to shower and get a few hours of sleep before going back,” she added. “I texted Gemma to see if there was any way that Chloe could hang out with her in the morning. She does have skating in the afternoon anyway.”
“Or she could come to the office with me,” I offered with a shrug, without even really thinking about it. “And then I could take her to skating.”
Natalie twisted her head, looking at me with wide eyes. “Cameron—”
“Ask Chloe in the morning what she’d rather do. If she wants to come with me, she absolutely can. Text me, and I’ll swing by before work to get her.”
When Natalie just blinked at me in response, I spread my fingers into her hair, gently massaging her scalp like I had in the shower, encouraging her to put her head back down. Seeming too exhausted to fight it, Natalie snuggled back into my side.
“I’ll wait until you fall asleep, and then I’ll sneak out, okay?”
She wrapped herself around me tighter. And then the smallest confession: “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to go.”
Fuck me.
“I don’t want to, either,” I promised. I really, really didn’t want to leave.
“But you know I have to, Sunshine.” I paused, debating whether I should say what was on the tip of my tongue.
But responsibility won over, and I admitted, “Chloe…she suspects. She knows I’m obsessed with you. I’m not good enough at hiding it.”
“I know. I’m not, either.” Natalie’s gaze flicked to mine, still expansive and searching. “I wish…”
The end of the sentence hung in the air, lingering.
Finish the sentence, baby. What do you wish?
She didn’t say anything else, though.
So I just said, “I wish, too.”
Fingers crossed we were wishing for the same damn things.
The room was still after that. Natalie sank further into my embrace, a gradual, quiet trust fall. Her breathing evened out, and I thought she’d fallen asleep, but then she spoke, almost startling me.
“Hey, Cameron?”
I glanced down at her. She hadn’t opened her eyes, still had her face nestled, her breath fanning my skin in both a delicious and comforting way.
“Natalie?”
“You’re a really, really good man.” She sighed, her voice reducing to a barely there murmur. “And for what it’s worth, I think your dad would be so very proud of who you are.”
My breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes, tipping my head back against the headboard of Natalie’s bed.
“You know, he died in a car accident,” I admitted, voice raw.
I didn’t love talking about the specifics, but I wanted her to know this.
“And…I’ve never once blamed the doctors who did everything they could to save him.
Because it was never going to be possible, not with how my dad swerved the car, so he got the brunt of the impact instead of his wife.
And, more importantly, because they were the same team who did everything they could to save my mom. And I still have her because of them.”
I felt Natalie lift her head to look at me.
“Cameron.” She choked on my name, and I opened my eyes, finding her watery ones looking back at me.
“You are amazing, Natalie,” I insisted. “And while I might not know what happened tonight, I need you to know that I owe the world to surgeons like you. The entire goddamn world. Okay?”
She swallowed hard and then nodded.
My entire goddamn world.
Fuck.
“Come here,” I said gruffly, and Natalie dropped back to her place in my arms.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and I shook my head. She didn’t need to apologize for anything.
“Just let me hold you,” I said, knowing it sounded like I was begging. Pleading for more pieces of her than maybe she was ready to give. “You go to sleep and just let me hold you.”
“I…” Her hesitant voice made my chest hurt. “I don’t know if I want to. I think I’d rather stay with you, stay awake for you.”
Oh, my sweet girl.
I wanted her to stay with me, too. But maybe another night.
“You need to sleep,” I insisted, knowing she needed it. “Sleep, Sunshine.”
And then she did.