CHAPTER FIVE
“At your pace, Nat, you tell me how fast or how slow. I damned sure don’t want to stop, but I will if you need me to,” he said softly.
He knew that Spook could probably hear every word of their conversation, but at this moment, he really didn’t give a damn. He could only hope his friend would turn off his super spy ears when the moment was right, if that was even possible.
Nat knelt beside him and lifted her arms, pulling the big sweatshirt over her head as she did. Her perfectly round breasts bounced, milky and soft in the light of the tent. Her tits weren’t huge or fake like so many young women. They were just flawless round globes perfectly suited for her body. Perfect. That was the only word going through Flip’s mind – perfect.
Flip groaned, and Nat glanced down at his own personal tent situation. The large mass was jutting upward, and she blushed thinking about it being inside her.
“At your pace,” he said in a raspy voice.
She nodded and pulled her yoga pants off, revealing thick blonde curls glistening with desire. He could smell her need and groaning, he adjusted himself slightly.
She sat quietly on her heels as he ran his rough fingertips down her curves, taking in every contour of her body. Her breathing was rapid now, heavy and filled with a need and a desire she’d never known before. Her breasts rose and fell with every touch of his hands, her heart beating so fast she was certain he could hear it.
With shaky fingers, Nat unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled it from his shoulders. The massive chest smattered with dark hair seemed even bigger without clothes. The rosy pink of scars was barely visible in the dark tent, but she recognized wounds when she saw them. A knife, a gun, shrapnel, another knife wound, they all represented this man’s history.
She let her fingertips glide down his chest to the trail of hair running from his belly button to his waistband, stopping as she reached his belt buckle. She sucked in a calming breath. She worked at the buckle and then unbuttoned his jeans. As she reached for the zipper, Flip held her wrists.
“I know, at my pace,” she smiled nervously.
“I’m big, baby. Have you…” She shook her head, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck!” he murmured. A fucking virgin! He loved that he would be her first, but he needed her to know that he would also be her last.
“It’s okay, Flip. I know you won’t hurt me.”
Her innocence made him even more protective of her. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt her, but some things couldn’t be helped, and this damned sure was one of those things.
“Baby, it will hurt no matter what I do. But I promise to try. Damn, I don’t want to hurt you, but, Nat, I want you so badly right now I’m about to explode… literally!”
She nodded with a knowing smile, and he kneeled, pushing his jeans further down with his boxers. Nat sat back and watched as he pushed, not getting a clear view of what she really wanted to see. When he was completely naked, he turned, kneeling before her. She couldn’t help but gasp at the size of Flip.
He wasn’t just big in the shoulders or the chest or in his height. He was big everywhere! The rigid cock bobbed up and down in front of her, filling her with such excitement she wasn’t even sure how to explain it. The enormous purple head was just begging for her touch, the heaviness of his balls swinging between muscular thighs. All she could think of was that this must be what a prized bull looks like.
“We can wait,” he said calmly.
She could see the massive purple head even in the darkness of the tent, the long thick veined member begging for her touch, and she couldn’t resist. Reaching out, she gripped the heated soft skin, and he groaned. For a moment, she worried that her hands were too hot, but then realized her hands were cold, and it was him putting out the heat.
“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips.
Flip gently pushed her shoulders to the sleeping bag and laid slightly on her and slightly off her, not wanting his entire weight on her body. His rigid cock lay against her hip, stretching all the way to her waist.
He slowly ran his big hands down her belly to the soft warmth of her curls and felt the heat and wetness at her apex. Sliding one finger in, he noted her tightness and cursed under his breath.
Nat sensed his hesitation and reached up with both hands grabbing his face. She pulled him closer, kissing him, her tongue sliding through his lips, tasting him. As she did, she raised one knee and jutted her hips upward, forcing his finger deeper and feeling the searing burn. Widening her knees, she begged for more.
Flip moved back and forth inside her until he thought she would be ready for more. He added another finger, and she gasped. He slowed but continued to move gently until her body responded with its own natural juices, welcoming him.
Her passion and desire were evident, a willing partner in their lovemaking. The hard nub of her clit begged for his tongue, and he flicked it vigorously back and forth while plunging his fingers inside her.
“Flip! Oh God! Flip, please!”
“Hold on, baby. It’s all good. Hold on. Okay, now! Let go, baby, let go,” he said, kissing her again.
Her tiny body shuddered beneath him, her legs tightening and shaking as the spasms of joy and satisfaction flowed from her. Releasing on his fingers, she watched as Flip licked each one, smiling down at her. His own rigid cock pressed against her soft hip, and she turned to touch him once more.
“I want you inside me, Flip. I think I was made for you and only you,” she said innocently.
“I think you were too, baby, but it’s going to hurt. So just tell me to stop when you need me to, okay?” She nodded and smiled up at him as he positioned himself between her thighs, pushing her hips wider apart to accommodate his big body.
Nat felt the hot tip of his cock touch her opening as he leaned forward, his weight resting on his elbows. It felt like he was trying to shove a baseball bat inside her, but she controlled her breathing and opened wider. To her surprise, both of those things helped. She raised both knees high and relaxed her pelvis, focusing on the rich chocolate of his eyes, the love seeping into her soul, his gentleness surrounding her.
She could tell that Flip was using every ounce of control in his body to ensure she wasn’t hurt any more than necessary. He kissed her tenderly, brushing her hair as he did, feeling his way inside her.
“Flip? Ahhhh…”
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked sweetly.
“Yes, but we both know it won’t hurt for long,” she smiled. “I know what to expect, Flip. I understand how this is supposed to work. I’m a virgin, but I’m not na?ve.”
“Why?” he asked. Nat looked up at him, puzzled. “Why am I the first? Why me?” He continued to move in and out gently while he distracted her.
“You know why,” she said quietly, kissing his lips, tugging on the bottom lip with her teeth. He pushed further inside, needing to feel her. “We were made for each other, Flip. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but I knew it was someone special. Someone just for me.”
Flip couldn’t control his body any longer. Lord knows he tried, but his need was so great, so strong, he had to feel Nat surrounding him. As if reading his mind, she nodded, and Flip pushed forward with all his might, stretching her walls to surround him, to fit him, to make her his own.
Nat gasped at the sudden stab of pain, her body stretching completely beyond what she believed were her limits. She waited for air to return to her lungs and the burning to subside. Flip laid his forehead against hers, remaining perfectly still, ragged breaths escaping his body.
“I’m sorry, baby. I needed to do that,” he whispered. He pressed gentle kisses along her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, trailing to her lips.
“You are a strange man, Flip,” she chuckled. “I know you didn’t want to hurt me. I also understand biology and know you had to. Just let me catch my breath,” she said, kissing him.
With each kiss, the pain and burning subsided, and her need rose to a feverish pitch. Before she knew what she was doing, Nat was moving against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles barely linked around his big body as she thrust her hips upward to meet his movements.
Flip moved his hips in time with her, every inch of him filling her. He fit. Every inch fit. She was made for him, perfectly, sweetly, abso-fucking-lutely made for him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples hard and pink. He unlinked her ankles, pushing her left thigh higher, and dove deeper to her surprised gasp.
“Flip! Oh wow… I’m…”
“Go, baby, please go,” he pleaded.
Fucking hell, he needed her to come so he could blow. Before he could think, she let out a cry of relief, and he followed just in time to realize he hadn’t used a condom. The sweet ecstasy of his relief made him lose all sense of responsibility.
“Wow,” she panted, “I mean… wow! That was… wow! I mean, is it just me or was that like really… wow!” Flip chuckled, looking down at her flush face.
“No, baby, that was like really wow. I mean, super wow. However,” he said seriously, “we didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh shit! I totally forgot about that,” she said, grinning and then breaking into a soft, innocently sweet giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Why are you grinning?” he smiled.
“I don’t know. I mean, a baby,” she smiled up at him, stroking his face. “A baby that looks like you and me. A boy with dark hair and blue eyes. Big like his daddy…”
Flip had a serious look on his face at first, then a smile spread from ear to ear. She was thinking of the future. She was thinking of them together repeatedly, and if that didn’t just make his fucking heart explode.
“A baby,” he smiled. “That would be interesting. But if there are to be babies, we will get married, Nat. I want my children born to the woman I’m married to.”
Nat stopped and looked up at him and then at the tent side. She had never thought of children before, or a husband, for that matter. She didn’t think it was possible for her. But here she was with Flip, her soulmate. She was sure of it.
“Nat?”
“I’m just thinking. All the things I thought I could never have, they’re literally within my grasp.” She let her fingers glide down his face, feeling the rough whiskers of the day.
“That’s right, baby,” said Flip, kissing her nose, “I’m right within your grasp. You’re mine, Nat, Nadine Ellis. You and me? This is real and it will last. I’d stake my life on it.”
“Of course, it will,” she said, smiling. “We were made for each other.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” he laughed, kissing her nose.
“Easy,” she said. “I read Moore’s files on us. We were made for each other.”
“What?”
“I mean, chemistry had to be a part of it. But that sick bastard was hoping to pair us with others like us. He has someone in mind for every one of us. Somehow, there is a chemical link between certain pairs. I don’t understand it all, but it’s something in our DNA.”
“But… but you ran from me at the fire,” he said questioningly.
“I know. I was scared, and despite the way I feel now, I didn’t want to have someone in my life in that way. It’s hard to explain. I mean, it’s overwhelming. Don’t you feel it too? A few weeks ago, you were alone and happy. Then I popped onto a screen, and you knew.” He hesitated, then nodded.
“You’re right. Although I don’t think alone and happy is exactly what I was,” he said, puzzled. “Geez, does this mean there’s someone out there meant for Spook?”
“Yep,” she said, smiling.
“Tell me who,” he demanded.
“No,” she laughed. “We’ll let fate take care of that. Besides, all the records burned in the fire. I only have what’s in my memory.”
Spook stared at the tent roof and smiled. There was someone out there for him. Someone made for him. Could it be possible?