Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
GABE
Natalie lets out a low, sexy giggle as I roll us so she’s on her back on the soft cream rug.
“ All over?” she asks.
I rise onto an elbow and unwrap the blanket cocooning her. “Unless it drives you so crazy that you beg me to stop.” Or it drives me so crazy that I’m about to blow my load, which is a distinct possibility before I’ve even started.
“And where do you plan to begin?” She flings out her arms and legs into a tempting star shape.
“Where would you like me to begin?” My mouth waters in anticipation.
She taps her lips.
“No finer place.” Resting a hand on either side of her, I lower my head until my mouth hovers over hers, our quickening breaths blending together, my senses filled with her scent of fresh spring flowers mingled with sweet strawberries and cream .
As our lips brush, my beard making more contact than my lips, I’m filled with a new type of desire—one that starts in my toes, then climbs up inside me inch by inch and makes my fingers claw into the rug’s deep pile.
Natalie lifts her head slightly to capture my bottom lip between hers.
And I sink on top of her, falling into the sensation of being connected to her, just the tips of our tongues teasing each other’s mouths apart.
There’s no rush this time. Gone is the urgent, desperate need in the theater. Now we take it slowly, exploring one tiny bit at a time until our tongues slide against each other fully.
My aching hard-on heads northward as I maneuver myself between her legs and rock into her.
Her fingers rake through my hair and she breathes a tiny moan into my mouth. It’s such a small, innocuous sound, yet it makes me feel needed, wanted, desired for more than just my body or my status. Her fingers press against my skull in a way that cradles my head, like she’s craving me and caring for me at the same time.
And I’m filled with the need to do the same for her. To appreciate every part of her feisty brain and delicious body and make her realize she doesn’t need to prove herself worthy of anyone’s affection. Because she just is.
I push up her sweatshirt and T-shirt and slide down her body. “I wasn’t joking when I said I’m going to lick you all over.”
She quivers on a giggle as I drop my mouth to her waist and tease the soft delicate skin with my tongue while reaching under her back to unhook her bra.
Goose bumps erupt under my fingers and mouth, making me feel powerful in a whole new way. This woman is coming alive under my touch, and of all the things I’ve achieved in my life, this feels like the greatest success.
I slide back up her body, pushing her shirts and bra with me until her arms are over her head and her face pops out, leaving her clothes on the floor by her hands.
She beams the most radiant smile and reaches for my face.
“Nope,” I tell her. “I’ll come back to your mouth in a minute.”
And I head straight for her ear, running my tongue around the rim, sucking the lobe in a way that makes her shift under me with a heavy, lust-filled sigh.
More goose bumps dance on her skin as I run my tongue down her neck, across her collarbone and lower, over the delicious mound of her breast toward her nipple.
Taking the tight pink bud in my mouth, I palm her other breast and roll the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Natalie’s back arches into me, her hands drop from my head to my shoulders, and the sexiest groan escapes her—one that vibrates through her chest.
My soul and my dick yearn so hard for this woman I have to press against her thigh for some relief, but I’m not giving in until I’ve driven her to breaking point.
Crawling lower, my tongue tracing a line down to her belly button, I undo her jeans and slide them down, taking her underwear and socks with them.
I rise to my knees and, for the first time, get to see her laid out before me in all her completely naked glory.
The light from the fireplace makes her skin glow like the radiant goddess she is. The fair hairs at the apex of her thighs glisten and call my name.
“Please take your clothes off too,” she says softly, running her bare left foot up the outside of my thigh. “It’s not fair that you get to see me but I don’t get to see you.”
I cradle her ankle and lift it to my lips. “Is this all better now?” I ask, kissing my way around it.
“Almost.” Her eyes drift closed as she speaks.
Like a moth to a flame, my mouth is drawn up the inside of her leg, dotting kisses as I go. I’m almost at her knee when her other foot pushes into my chest to stop my progress.
“You’re the one who told me I don’t stand up for what I want. That I need to please myself and not everyone else.” Her eyes are open now. “So please take your clothes off.” She’s clear and firm.
“I never disobey a strict instruction.” I unzip my hoodie and toss it toward the sofa before pulling off the T-shirt underneath.
“Good God. Just look at you.” She’s propped up, elbows behind her now, breasts falling in delicious curves, eyes eating me up. “You look like something from a magazine. Not an actual living human who I’m allowed to touch.”
I stand up and make swift work of my jeans, underwear and socks.
“I believe you were eager to touch this the other day.” I point with both hands toward my vertical throbbing cock that’s never felt this swollen in its life.
“Hell, yes.”
And oh, dear God, she pushes herself up to kneel before me.
This is the wrong way around. It’s me who should be worshiping her. She’s the one who’s beautiful in body and soul and mind. I’m just the hockey doofus who only looks like this because it’s been my job to work out every day for the last decade. And even before that I was at the high school gym all the time because I knew I wanted hockey to be my life, my existence.
Natalie’s lips part in a smile of wonder as she strokes her fingers oh so gently up both sides of my erection, exactly like she did in the theater.
A groan rumbles out of me at her touch. All I want her to do is take me in her fist and squeeze.
But the gentle strokes continue.
“That kills me.” It’s impossible to take my eyes off her face and hands.
“Please don’t die before I’ve finished with you,” she says, dipping her head and slowly licking the path her fingers just took.
“Dear fucking God, Natalie.” My balls clench and it’s all I can do not to come all over her face right this second.
When she gets to the tip, she lifts her eyes and locks them with mine as she slowly, agonizingly fucking slowly, opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the head.
Her gaze holds mine as she moves lower, taking me inside the delicious warm wetness a fraction at a time, flicking me with her tongue the whole way and making me feel like my whole body is about to combust.
My dick twitches inside the heat of her mouth, and when I hit the back of her throat, she sucks just the tiniest bit and I think I might die.
This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Fuck game-winning goals—Natalie’s mouth on my cock beats them every time.
She wraps her hand around the rest of my shaft, and finally I get the squeeze I’ve been yearning for.
My eyes drift closed and I lose myself in her, lose myself to the unbridled physical pleasure of Natalie sucking and squeezing my desperate, pulsating cock.
I’m on the brink of blowing my load right here.
In any other moment like this I would keep going, see this out, ride it to its orgasmic end.
But this is different.
And with more willpower than I ever thought I owned, I withdraw from her mouth and push her onto her back. She falls with a squeal and another sexy giggle.
“This was about me licking you until you scream, remember? Not the other way around,” I say. “Now, where was I?”
Ah yes, that glistening mound of golden hair.
I run my fingers over it, and the way her body shivers under my touch is possibly the most gratifying thing I’ve ever known.
Sliding my fingers down between her thighs, I immediately find her heat. My cock buzzes at how wet she is, how desperate I am to be inside her, at how fucking good she feels.
I fix my eyes on her face and watch her expression change as I soak a finger and slide it up to her engorged clit. Her head rolls to the side, her mouth dropping open on a heavy sigh.
She rocks her hips up to me, welcoming my touch, guiding me to increase the pressure. I do exactly as her body asks, and her back arcs in the most beautiful way, her breath getting heavier, her breasts rising and falling.
I’m so entranced it takes a moment to realize my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her again.
I slide my finger back to her entrance and gently push inside. Christ, the welcome is so warm, so slick, so goddamn fucking luscious that my dick might explode right now.
She gasps louder and her back arches higher.
My hand itches to touch myself, but this is about her, not me, so I reach for one of those magnificent breasts and lower my head between her legs.
Just the sweet musky scent of her is enough to tip me over the edge, but I focus on her face as I flick my tongue over her clit.
“Oh, Jesus.” Her eyes crinkle with wanton pleasure as she reaches for my hair but misses and her hand flops onto the floor.
I ease another finger inside her and she bears down on my hand, showing me I’m doing the right thing.
“You taste so fucking good.” I tweak her nipple with the thumb and finger of one hand and search for the special spot inside with the other.
“You feel so fucking good.” Her breathless words are my catnip, and I slightly quicken the pace of my fingers and my tongue to see how she responds.
“Oh, God, yes. Holy shit, Gabe.”
She said my name. She said my fucking name.
That’s all the encouragement I need. Lapping harder and working her with both hands, I make her body mine. She’s given herself to me and I can feel her on the edge, teetering on the brink of a divine explosion.
Her hands find my hair again and she holds on tight. Holds my face right where she wants it. And I give her exactly what she’s asking for, sucking, licking and fucking her with my fingers while my other hand can’t get enough of her breast.
She cries out, the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. And I know she’s there, about to hurl herself over the edge.
A second later she’s gone—panting, thrashing under my touch, her inner walls contracting against my thrusting fingers, her clit hot and engorged under my tongue.
When I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure out of her and her pulses slow, I ease her down from the high until she’s still again. Every muscle in her body completely relaxed, her face soft and spent.
I slide out my fingers and position myself over her.
My cock throbs with the desperate need to touch her.
I rub the tip against her clit, still wet from my mouth, and look down at the beautiful sight of the most sensitive part of me against the most sensitive part of her.
She shifts slightly and tips her hips so my shaft sits along her slick, warm channel.
I stroke the back of my hand against her flushed cheek and drag my fingers down over the silky skin of her neck, her breasts, her belly, then slide around to cup her butt and hold her closer.
The heat emanating from her radiates against me, setting my dick on fire.
I need this woman more than I need to take my next breath.
“Can you take more than my fingers?” I ask. “I’m worried you might still be sore from the other night. If you can’t, it’s fine. I can wait. I’d wait till next Christmas if I had to.”
She opens her eyes and looks up at me, her hand reaching for my thigh.
“We can’t,” she says, a concern in her voice. “Not unless you have another antique condom. ”
“Will you think I’m presumptuous if I said I bought new ones?”
“Presumptuous?” Her eyes are wide now. “I’d think you were a fucking genius.”
I tear myself away from her to reach into the back pocket of my jeans. “I was really hoping that we might do this again.”
“I hoped so too,” she murmurs, running her fingers up and down my thigh while I sheathe myself. Her touch sends sparks flying to every corner of my body.
Leaning over her, I moisten my finger with her juices and glide up to that precious magical nub. Her eyelids become heavy and her head falls to one side on a groan.
She is the most beautiful sight, and I need her body around me right now.
Her forehead crinkles when I nudge at her entrance.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask while I work her clit, making her even wetter, even more ready with every stroke. “Do you need me to stop? I’ll stop whenever you like.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” She lifts her hips and pushes herself onto me until my tip is inside her.
We gasp simultaneously, making noises as one, as we move together, push together.
I close my eyes and allow myself to sink into it, and when she reaches forward to stroke my balls, I emit a sigh that feels like it started in my toes.
“That’s fucking great,” I say. “Whatever you do, don’t stop. You’re so wet and so warm and your hand feels so great.”
“Good,” she says. “It’s all you now. Whatever you need, whatever you want.”
I open my eyes and look down at this beautiful naked woman lying on my rug. A smart, spirited woman who’s just the right side of bonkers and who has a heart as open as mine is closed. And I can not believe how fucking lucky I am.
“This is definitely not all me.” I dip my mouth to her neck. “You’re coming again. But with me this time.” I quicken the circles on her clit, matching the rhythm with my thrusts.
She writhes under me as I kiss a line down her neck and chest until my mouth meets her glorious nipple. The sensation of it in my mouth takes me right to the brink.
“You are amazing, you know that?” I say, almost losing myself as my pace increases.
“Only because you’re…about to shoot your load inside me,” she pants, while reaching to grab my ass and pull me tight to her.
“Not just because of that.”
And at that exact moment I lose all sense of reality. My eyes close, the world disappears, and all that exists is my dick pumping inside her, her clit throbbing under my finger, her inner walls gripping me.
“Here we go,” she whispers, right before she breaks under me.
The first sight of her face lost to the pleasure takes me with her.
It’s the full cliché.
Fireworks go off in my head, my back arches, my head thrashes from side to side, my dick pumps and throbs like it’s never going to stop. It’s a release that goes on and on, into a whole new world of orgasm that I didn’t know existed outside of fantasies.
I’m vaguely aware of making sounds, but I have no idea what they are. I’m lost in Natalie, lost in what her body is doing to mine, what her mind has done to mine, what her personality has done to mine, and feel like nothing will ever be the same again.
There’ll be my life before I came inside Natalie Bourne on the rug in front of my fire, and my life after. And they will be two entirely different things.
“Jesus fucking Christ” are the first whole words I manage to form as I come back to Earth in this new existence.
What we did in the theater the other day was amazing.
But what just happened here, although equally as amazing, was also different. There was kind of a sweetness to it. Sweet . Fuck yes, that was sweet, sweet sex.
Then I lean down and kiss her welcoming mouth. Long and slow and deep.
Pulling away, I push the hair off her damp forehead. “Don’t you dare ever feel you have to do anything to earn anyone’s affection. You don’t have to do anything other than be you. You’re worthy of it just by existing.”
She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eye and bites her top lip. “You mean you like me?”
“Not if you still don’t like me,” I say.
She pulls my face back down to hers and whispers against my lips. “You might be growing on me.”