“Well, apparently we have nothing but time to spend together.”
I have a million things I need to be doing with a new film heading into postproduction, decisions to be made on upcoming projects and meetings galore about the hunger foundation I’m starting. But nothing is more important than her and whatever she needs.
I’ll put everything else on hold until this crisis has passed and I’m certain she’s really okay, not just acting the part for my sake.
Her hand on my chest demands my full attention when she slides it down the front of me, coming to rest on my stomach.
“What’re you up to?”
“Just touching you. Is that okay?”
“Fuck, yes, that’s okay.”
Smiling, she goes up on her knees and bends over me, peppering my chest with kisses and little bites that make me hard as a fucking rock in about two seconds flat.
“Nat… What’re you doing?”
“Touching you.”
“Fuck…”
Then she laughs, and my heart literally contracts in my chest because the punch of love is that strong. I’m willing to put up with any torture she has in mind if it means she’ll laugh and smile. Then she closes her teeth around my nipple, and my mind goes blank. I grasp handfuls of her hair, trying to retain some control, but she won’t be controlled.
Holy motherfucker…
She kisses her way down the front of me and uses her tongue to outline the hills and valleys of my abs. I thank Christ for every second I’ve spent in the gym. It becomes worth it right here and now. Her chin brushes against my cock through my boxer briefs, and I nearly lose my shit. That’s all it takes to put me right on the edge.
“Could I… Can I…”
I groan loudly. “Nat.”
She rests her face on my quivering stomach, her hair soft against my fevered skin. “I suck at this.”
“Oh my God, you do not! You’re about to make me come just by thinking about what you want to do.”
She turns so her chin is propped on her hand and she’s looking up at me. “I am? Really?”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.
Her smile stretches across her face, making her eyes dance with joy. I’m swamped with love for her.
“You’re quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I ask with a grunt of laughter. She’s so fucking adorable.
“You have to admit that making a guy like you tremble does come with a certain amount of thrill.”
“A guy like me… What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Strong,” she says, kissing between my pecs. “Sexy.” More kisses, some tongue action and fucking hell… teeth. “Commanding.” She nuzzles my happy trail, and my dick surges, wanting in on this right now. I don’t know what I need more—for her to touch me where I’m dying for her or to hear more words that describe me from her point of view.
Touch. I definitely want her to touch me right fucking now. “Natalie… Have some mercy, will you?”
She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and draws them down slowly, so fucking slowly she nearly finishes me with only the drag of elastic over my rigid erection. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
I grab the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up. “Can we take this off?”
She hesitates, but only for a second before the shirt clears her head and hits the floor. Her full, gorgeous breasts fall into my waiting hands.
She twists out of my reach. “No! You’re not taking over my show.”
“What?” For a fraction of an instant, I forget who I am with her, and I nearly remind her who’s in charge here. Thankfully, I catch myself before I can make that critical error, but the near miss humbles me.
“Relax and let me love you.”
I blow out a deep breath and summon the will to control myself without controlling her, too. I don’t surrender to anyone. But Natalie isn’t just anyone. She’s become my whole life, and if she wants to control me, albeit briefly, I’ll allow it. Somehow.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth as she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and begins to stroke me. She watches with fascination as a bead of moisture appears at the tip. Then, in the single most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed, she bends her head and licks me clean.
“Nat,” I say on a gasp. “Wait a sec.”
She looks up at me.
“The last time we did this… Don’t do it if you don’t want to.” I can’t forget the flashback that hit her without warning the first time she tried to take me into her mouth.
“I’m okay.” Her lips encircle the tip, and her tongue slashes me.
It’s all I can do to refrain from pulling her head down onto my dick. That’s what I’d do with any other woman, but Natalie isn’t any other woman. She’s the woman. So instead of grabbing her, I fist handfuls of the comforter and hold on for dear life as she sets out to drive me mad with her experimentation.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.