“What? It’s still my turn,” she says. Her laughter is hushed, but the ease with which she smiles makes me happy. “I’m not done asking my questions yet.”
“Save your questions for another time, when we both have to be fully dressed. Right now, we’re alone, and I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours.” I half expect her to deny my request. It would be understandable, given the fact that we’re under her father’s roof, and therefore not entirely safe, but she doesn’t say a word. She sits up, still watching me as she carefully slides the straps of her silk slip over her shoulders, pushing them down to reveal her perfect fucking breasts. I try to stifle my groan, but it’s futile. The frustrated, heated, need-driven sound escapes me, and Natalia shivers.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispers.
“I think we’ve already proven we can do quiet.”
She smiles. “True. But I’m more excited this time.”
“More excited?”
“Yes. I know how good you are now, Cade Preston. I know how good you fuck me, and how amazing it feels to have you inside me. The anticipation of it is almost too much to bear.”
I skate my fingers down her cheek, allowing myself to continue down, down, down, over her jaw, over her neck, her collarbone, and then across the swell of her tits. “If you think I gave it everything I had last time, Natalia, you’re sorely mistaken. That was just a sample. A teaser. A mere taste of what I’m capable of. Would you like me to show you how good I really am?”
Natalia’s eyes are half-closed. She has a doped, hazy look to her that makes it seem like she’s already halfway to coming. “Yes. I want to know. I want to experience everything with you.” Before our time together is over? There’s a melancholy catch in her words that makes it sound like she has missed these words off of the end of her sentence. I take hold of her hand and lift it to my mouth, sliding her index finger past my lips and into my mouth.
“I’m going to show you some of those vices we talked about, Natalia. It’s gonna be intense, and it might make you nervous, but it’ll never be more than I think you can handle. And I will never hurt you. Do you trust me enough to hand yourself over to me?”
This is a seriously big ask. Every day, Natalia has seen men walk into her house. She’s seen them use and abuse the people trapped behind that blue door until they’re so worn down by their own lives that they’d rather end it all than continue suffering the abuse. I don’t want to run the risk of her ever likening me to Fernando’s players. It would fucking kill me. I’m fairly sure Natalia knows I’m different, that I would never do anything to her against her will, but I still have to tread lightly, though.
She lies back onto the bed, briefly lifting her hips so she can slide her slip over her ass and kick it from her legs. She’s completely naked. Looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers, she slowly nods her head. “I know what you’re thinking,” she says in a steady voice. “You’re thinking that I am too fragile to cope with whatever you have in store for me. But I’m not. You think I’m not prepared to offer myself up to you in the way that you want me to, but you’re wrong. I am ready. And I can handle it. Most important of all, I want it.”
Well, shit. She really does know what I’m thinking. I suppose it’s obvious I’d be thinking these things, but I’m impressed that she has the backbone to come out and speak her mind. Most girls would be too shy, or too nervous to ever voice their thoughts like that.
She wants to know my vices? Fine. I’ll show them to her. Starting with vice number one: deep throat.
“Okay. So be it. Move to the edge of the bed,” I tell her. She does so without question. Arranging her so that her head is hanging over the edge of the mattress, I rub my fingers over her lips, parting them, excitement already taking over me. “Open your mouth, Natalia. Open it real fucking wide.”
She smiles a little as she does what I’ve asked her to. That smile is wicked, and filled with desire. Her lips are wet, her tongue darting out between them as she lies there, anticipating what I’m going to do next. I slowly undo the fly of my jeans, lowering them down over my hips. I reach inside my boxers and take my dick out. I’m already hard. So fucking hard that it actually hurts. Feels like my body is trying to jam so much blood into my cock that it’s going to explode at any second.
Shit, touching myself feels so fucking good when I’m looking down at her flawless body, her nipples peaked contracted into small, pink buds that I want to run my tongue over, her legs open just a little, her hands lying beside her on the bed, her fingers twitching like she wants to reach up and touch me. I remove my pants and my boxers, getting rid of them entirely, and then I stand over her, thinking about what comes next.