Chapter 38 #3
A shot of electricity zips down between my legs as his fingers crawl up behind my thighs. I squeeze them together, trying not to let him see how wet I am right now.
He sinks down to the bathroom floor, sitting on his knees and looking up at me. “Let me show you how perfect you are. Let me find out if you taste as good as I’ve dreamed.”
I squeeze tighter, gasping for air, and his eyes flare as he drinks me in.
He taps my foot, so I widen my stance, following his quiet command.
He kisses between my knees and up my thighs until my sex is in front of him.
His warm breath caresses the most intimate part of me as I suck in another breath.
I dare to look down, and oh my word, I shouldn’t have, because there he is, hands on my ass as he holds my eyes and smiles.
“Please put me out of misery and tell me I can taste you.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He kisses the inside of my thighs with a groan. My hands find his hair and hold on. He’s not even where I want him, where he wants to be, and I’m already a puddle.
“You’re a sight, Natalie,” he whispers before taking his glasses off, setting them on the floor, and lowering his mouth right between my folds and over my clit.
“Oh.” It’s the only sound that leaves me as Holden’s warm mouth covers my clit. I wait for my cheeks and face to burn, the way it always does when I’m near him, but it doesn’t. The pleasure-filled wave envelops all my senses.
His mouth is warm over my mound, but it’s reverent, nonetheless. I’m so wet, the sounds his tongue is making when meeting my sex are beyond filthy. And I love it.
He licks and sucks as I hold on to the sink, because I don’t think I can stay vertical when he’s doing all of that with his lips.
He laps at my clit before sliding his tongue down to my entrance and making me see stars.
“Ah,” I gasp as he covers almost all of me with his mouth and grabs my ass cheek. He licks relentlessly, and I have no other choice but to roll my hips, seeking more friction.
He groans against me, getting me closer to that peak I haven’t reached in a while like this. “Yes, Natalie, ride my face. Take what you want.”
“Oh my,” I whisper, doing exactly that. I swivel my hips back and forth over his mouth. His mustache tickles my clit as he licks at my entrance, as he slides his tongue in.
I buck my hips against his face, seeking more. “More.”
He hums, tongue fucking my entrance, pulling me closer to his face as all his facial hair drives me wild with stimulation.
He groans and hums against me with every roll of my hips and every moan coming out of my mouth. He sucks, and I don’t even know what he’s sucking, but whatever it is pulls me down from over the edge, and I see stars as my legs start to shake around his face.
He finally relents, slowing down and kissing every stretch mark he finds in his wake.
I exhale, spent and out of breath, as he smiles against my thigh. “You taste perfect. God, I’m going to dream about those sounds forever.”
I look down to find him sliding his glasses back on. “What are you doing?” I ask, and he smiles wickedly.
He kisses my hip, my soft belly, my belly button, and up my scar until his lips are on mine and he lets me taste myself. “I don’t want to miss a thing, so the glasses stay on,” he whispers.
I bite my lower lip, red washing over my face, but I muster the courage I don’t usually have and say, “It’s not very fair I have no clothes on other than these heels, and you’re fully dressed.”
He swallows hard, his eyes darkening to a shade of brown I’ve never seen before. He likes me, I know he does, but this? These lust-filled eyes on me will be my undoing.
“Then do something about it,” he murmurs, his voice confident and full of desire and need, like if I don’t put my hands on him right now, he might stop breathing.
It gives me the confidence I need not to shrink down into myself and keep my chin high as I drag my hands up his strong thighs and pull his shirt out of his slacks.
I take my time, carefully unbuttoning his shirt, evening my breath with each button. Unlike him, who hisses or gasps every time I get closer to the waistband of his pants. I don’t rush it. This feeling is intoxicating, knowing that a touch of my hands can have this effect on him.
I slide my hands under his shirt, my fingertips trailing his muscled abdomen and his hard chest as he groans.
“A girl could get used to those sounds,” I tease, pushing the shirt off the breadth of his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground where he discarded my clothes.
“A guy could get used to being touched like this, so it sounds like the perfect match.” I search his eyes for the lie, but I can’t find it.
I unbuckle his belt, freeing it from his pants, and slowly drag both the pants and his underwear down his strong thighs. How had I never noticed how wide his legs were? But my leg admiration is immediately interrupted by his hard dick in front of me.
Wow, I think, but I don’t say it. Also, crap, that’s huge, but that’s a problem for future Natalie. Because Natalie right now wants nothing more than to slide her tongue over every inch of skin on display.
“Natalie,” he whispers, as if he can read my thoughts, and maybe he can, because as I’m sitting on my knees, both my hands on the edge of his ass, I’m sure he can see my intentions.
“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head to the side before pulling my hair back in a ponytail and tightening it with the hair tie that never leaves my wrist. He doesn’t answer; he just studies me, and I smile devilishly before saying, “Make sure you keep those on. I wouldn’t want you to miss a thing.”
I wink, not knowing where I’m getting his newfound confidence, but without taking my eyes away, I take his dick into my mouth, slowly sliding over it until I can’t take him any deeper.
I fist him hard as my hand follows my lips, my tongue sliding up. It’s been so long, but I continue doing what I think feels good, and with every hitch of his breath and breathy sound he freely gives, I take him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groans. I clench involuntarily as I gag around him, and he shakes his head. “You can stop.” He means it, even if he doesn’t want me to stop, which makes this moment even hotter.
Salty beads of precum tickle my taste buds. I never wanted something as much as I want his cum down my throat. I let go of his throbbing dick to stare at him and ask sheepishly, “Do you want me to stop?”
He shakes his head. “But I don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do.”
I offer him a crooked smile, sliding my fingers down my slit, gathering my arousal, and showing them to him. “Does this look like I’m not enjoying it?”
He groans, deep, throaty, full of need. “Fuck, Natalie.”
“I thought so.” I go back to my task, taking him as deep as I can and not stopping. I bring my fingers back down my core and match my mouth to the way my fingers expertly stroke my clit.
My throat relaxes around his dick as he brings both hands to hold my hair. He tugs gently at my ponytail first, but I moan, showing him exactly how much I want him to take what he needs.
“As if you couldn’t be more perfect,” he whispers, shoving his dick deeper into the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, taking it all, tears rolling down my face as I slide my fingers deeper, searching for climax.
His eyes don’t leave mine, so I muster more of that same courage and keep my blues on his. I moan around him as I hit the spot between my thighs that will make me fold. He groans in response.
“If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you need to stop.” His words carry the opposite message of his tone, where one is asking permission and the other one is begging me to say yes.
I don’t stop.
I don’t stop sucking or pressing the spot between my legs. I don’t stop moaning, and I don’t stop looking at him.
Until I can’t take it anymore, and I tip over the edge.
Just as he does too.
Warm liquid hits the back of my throat, and I swallow every bit of it with my moans. We come down from our highs completely in sync.
He pulls me up by my hands, looking down at me with his pretty eyes and his heavy lids. His pupils are blown, and I want to completely lose myself in them. I want him to look at me like this forever.
He turns me around so we’re both facing the mirror.
“Look at yourself one more time, Natalie,” he whispers right in my ear.
“Look how stunning you are. Not only on the outside, but on the inside too.” He touches my chest with the palm of his hand before bringing his thumb to my bottom lip, wiping all the way to the corner, and then slipping it into his mouth.
I gasp in surprise, and he smiles.
“You had a little something there.” He winks in the mirror, making me giggle.
“In all seriousness, I mean it. You. All of you.” He traces his fingers over my stretchmarks and the C-section scar that saved both my and Vero’s lives, the one raised a couple of centimeters.
He drags his fingers over my soft belly and my wide hips, every part of me I once deemed undeserving and unwanted.
He’s looking at my body with the same passion as when he looks at my face, with the same eyes I look at him with.
He thinks I’m beautiful, and he doesn’t have to say it again for me to believe it.
I know he does. Even the scars. “You are so beautiful. And I cannot wait until the day comes when you tell me all the stories behind these scars.”
I suck in a breath. This, I wasn’t expecting.
“Not now. You don’t have to share anything you don’t want. I’m patient, remember?” he asks, and I smile, nodding.
“Now let me get you dressed so I can take you home.”
“I don’t have to,” I answer before I chicken out. “Um, Allie is keeping the girls tonight.”
“Natalie, what are you saying?”
“I can spend the night, if you want.” He smiles, bringing his lips to mine and walking us backwards out of the bathroom into his bed.
“Oh, Chili might come by. Don't get scared.”
“Chili?” I ask. Who the heck is Chili?
“My goat.”