50. Lotus
Lotus
Kiri
Natalia comes apart beneath my mouth, my name breaking from her lips.
Every muscle in her pulls tight before the tension finally gives, her body trembling through it.
I keep her there until the last shudder passes, until her grip loosens and she collapses against the mattress like I’ve drained every useful thought from her head.
When I sit back, I’m breathing nearly as hard as she is.
She lifts her head enough to look at me.
I raise my eyebrows, a self-satisfied grin on my face as I wipe the edge of my mouth with my thumb.
Her gaze drops to my lips, then returns to my face.
Whatever she sees there makes her fall flat onto the bed again.
“Oh. My. God.”
I bite back an even bigger smile.
“You’re trying to kill me, and we haven’t even had sex yet.”
“Kill you? We’re just getting started. I need you very much alive and… reactive.”
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I take in the sight of her, already completely wrecked.
A smile pulls across my face while I watch her, all the muscles of her body rise and fall in gorgeous waves, still trying to recover.
I want those waves pressed against me, along my skin.
All mine. With that thought, my hands move to my collar, and I start stripping away every layer left between us.
I take my time undoing each button while Natalia watches, her gaze following every movement of my fingers.
By the time I shrug the shirt from my shoulders and toss it aside, she’s sitting upright with an expression that makes me want to drag this out even longer.
Then I reach for my belt. Her hand closes over it at the same time as mine. She’s trying so hard to tease me, but her half-lidded eyes are still glazed from what I just did to her. I smirk. She looks drunk on this.
On me.
On us.
“You can barely sit up.”
“That’s not my fault.”
I laugh then let go of the buckle and lift both hands in surrender.
“I was willing to handle it. You’re the one forcing me to submit.”
She laughs, pulling the belt free and throwing it somewhere behind her without looking.
The sound only heightens the heat between us, another barrier gone.
Then her attention drops, along with her hands.
She finds the waistband of my pants but takes her time, tracing along it instead of removing anything.
The teasing touch is light enough to make every muscle in my stomach lock.
“Kroppy.” My voice turns the name into both a warning and a plea.
Her fingers drift lower, nails lightly scratching the skin beneath my waistline, and I suck in a breath.
Then her eyes lift to mine, wide and innocent.
Doe-eyed in the middle of purely deviant intentions.
I catch the side of her face and drag my lips to her ear.
The sound that leaves me when my teeth close around her lobe is closer to a growl than anything human. Natalia goes still.
Her fingers trace the same path once more before changing direction.
Over my pants, her hand closes around the hard outline of how badly I want her.
Her breath ghosts across my shoulder, already turning ragged from the anticipation; from knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
I bite the side of her neck. Her entire body melts against me, all that confidence dissolving so quickly she forgets whatever she was doing with my clothes.
I kiss the place I bit, then pull back enough to look at her.
“I thought you were busy.” Her eyes are hazy. “Got distracted, hm?”
She blinks at me and I burst out laughing.
“You look more gone than I’ve ever seen Ronan on brutal indica, and he smokes actual pounds of that shit.”
Natalia bites her lip, gathers whatever remains of her concentration, and returns to my waistband.
Her fingers fumble, then she gets the button open.
The zipper quickly follows. My pants drop lower, leaving very little between her and the parts of me that resent that distance.
She steadies both hands at the elastic of my boxers and draws them down.
Finally, there’s no layers left between us.
Her expression changes, gone is all the teasing.
She reaches for me with a boldness that steals the breath from my lungs.
“Nat.”
My mouth falls open at the first stroke, her thumb working me along the places that make every thought scatter with each slow glide.
Fuck. I can’t form a single coherent thought.
All I can do is let her watch how she wrecks me with nothing but her hand.
For a humiliating instant, I think I might lose control before we even cross the line I’ve insisted we wait for.
She watches my face now, its her turn to collect every reaction.
“I’ve never had strong weed or whatever,” she whispers against my ear, laughter warming the words, “but I think you look exactly the same right now Mr. Chhim.”
I catch her around the waist and pull her flush against me.
She gasps, letting go of me only to grab my shoulders.
I’m still on my knees between her thighs, shirt gone, the rest of my clothes half shed while she’s completely bare against me.
The thought alone sends another hard jolt of want through my body.
Natalia feels it against her, the way my dick pulses at the thought of her.
There's nothing stopping us now except the last choice of how.
I kiss her again, deep enough to make every muscle in her body pull toward mine, then force myself to let her go.
My hands slide from her waist as I kneel back just far enough to consider the next move.
Whether to lift her onto me or lay her down against the bed and finally feel all of her.
Her teasing smile disappears as our eyes meet.
All the laughter fades beneath the realization that this is finally happening.
Just her and me, closer than we’ve ever been, with nowhere left for either of us to hide.
Finally, I stand and step out of my pants without taking my eyes off her, then hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my boxers and drag them down the rest of the way.
The look on her face makes arrogance settle naturally into my posture, shoulders back, every muscle tightening beneath her attention as I rise to my full height in front of her.
Her gaze drops along with her hands. She grips my hips and pulls me closer until I’m standing between her knees, close enough for her breath to spill hot across my dick.
Her mouth follows, teasing without hurry, lips and tongue drawing reactions as they coax my tip mercilessly.
My hands slide into her hair, desperate for something to hold onto.
Anything that might keep me grounded long enough not to come yet.
She looks up at me through her lashes, shamelessly satisfied with what she's doing to me.
“Enjoying yourself?” I manage, the words escaping as something closer to a groan.
The answer in her eyes nearly drops me to my knees again. I let her keep teasing me until the pressure builds almost too fast to control. Then my hand closes gently in her hair, guiding her back just enough to make her look up at me.
“Natalia,” I warn, my voice already rough. “You keep that up and this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
Her smile turns wicked. Before she can test the threat, I climb onto the bed after her.
Understanding flashes across her face. She braces one hand behind herself and starts backing toward the pillows, never taking her eyes off me as I follow.
The farther she retreats, the more her legs open to make room.
By the time her back reaches the mattress, I’m above her, one hand planted beside her head and the other sliding along her thigh.
She opens beneath me like the lotus inked at the back of my neck, something pure unfolding from everything between us that's been tangled and wounded. All the muddy emotional bullshit I made her wade through. I’ve never felt less worthy of anything or more determined not to ruin it.
I touch her gently first and her body responds at once.
Arousal, heat and softness meeting my fingers.
Natalia exhales my name, head falling back against the pillows.
I move slowly enough that she begins moving against my hand.
Her fingers grip the sheets. I kiss her stomach while my hand keeps working, feeling the muscles tighten beneath me.
My lips travel higher, kissing between her breasts before closing around one nipple.
Natalia arches beneath me while her hands find my back, then my hair.
I give the other breast the same attention, my fingers still teasing her entrance until her body is restless beneath me.
“Kiri, please.”
The plea ruins my plan to torture us both a little longer.
I kiss her as her legs close around my hips, dragging me down until I’m fitted against the heat between her thighs.
The first contact pulls a rough sound from both of us.
I slide against her, teasing everything that's aching for me like I'm aching for her.
We're close enough that one motion would change everything. Natalia squirms beneath me, trying to close the last inch between us, but I pin her hip in place until she stills. Then she says the one thing guaranteed to destroy what’s left of my control.
“I need to feel you.” The words leave her on a breath, barely coherent beneath the desperation in them.
She reaches between us and closes her hand around me.
Every thought leaves my head as she guides me closer, but I hold there for one last moment.
Her eyes lock on mine, asking for everything without a word.
Then I push in slowly.
Her heat closes around me, and every muscle in my body goes rigid. Natalia’s lips part and her nails sink into my arms. I stop halfway, fighting for control.
“Fuck.”