When the most wicked grin drifted onto his face, she knew he was going to rob her of her breath. He took one of her hands and guided it to her center, stroking gently. Then he placed her other hand on her breast. Leading her, they began a slow and unimaginably sensual stimulation of her body.
“Look at me, darling,” he gently commanded, holding her eyes and stepping away from her. As he watched her pleasure herself, he removed his clothes and took himself in hand, stroking and matching his movement to hers.
A new sort of heat flowed through Natalie, and her movements grew more urgent. “Jasper,” she breathed desperately.
“Natalie,” he returned, his body straining.
When her trembles grew and her knees began weakening, he took her in his arms and replaced the hand at her sex with his, rubbing her languidly. This slowed her release, but a beautiful franticness took her. She grasped at his shoulders, her thoughts chasing the bounty his hands were holding ever so out of her reach.
He enjoyed the gratifying torment he was putting her through, and Natalie ground her teeth, vowing to do the same to him the instant she got the opportunity. Then, as if lightning had struck her, she froze, while passionate flames melted her body.
Jasper kissed her, murmuring, “That is it, darling, feel everything.” And, “You are impossibly beautiful.”
She did feel beautiful at that moment. He lowered them onto the cloak and held her close while her body calmed down.
Natalie was not looking at him, but she knew that he was smiling, likely because of what he had done to her. She glanced up at him to see if she had guessed correctly, and Jasper was indeed smiling.
Their eyes met, and he brushed her hair from her face, which she could not recall loosening. Warmth and tenderness filled her heart as she gazed at him. Seeing an opportunity, she sat up and smirked down at him.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, and she responded by looking down at his erect member. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked slowly, relishing the contrast between his rigidness and the smoothness of the skin.
“Holy God, Natalie,” he swore and closed his eyes.
She giggled and brushed her thumb over his moist tip, her own body growing hot and hungry.
“What are you doing to me?” he rasped.
“What do you think, darling?” she returned daringly, continuing her soft strokes. Jasper thrust his pelvis up and gritted his teeth.
“You…want…revenge.” He barely managed the words, and she recalled something from a French novel she read. Licking her lips, she bent and kissed his member. His hands were immediately in her hair, and he was grasping the locks between his fingers, his breathing labored. Feeling triumphant, she licked a trail from the top to the base. He hissed between his teeth. What he said was barely coherent, but she thought she caught the word, ‘Please.’
She drew him into her mouth and sucked. His grip of her hair tightened, and he pulled himself out of her mouth.
“Natalie…I cannot allow you to do this to me.”
“You did it to me,” she grinned.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were filled with a desire so raw it called to her soul. “That is different. You could never understand how much I wish to be within you.”
Natalie’s lips parted, and she took a long breath, realizing that she wanted the same. “Will you do it if I request it?”
He frowned and sat up. “You do not know what you are asking.”
“I do, Jasper. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”
As soon as she uttered the words, he pulled her on top of him and reached between them to rub his member against her. “Kiss me,” he said, and the instant she touched her lips to his, he pushed into her.
She wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. As her body stretched to take him in, her heart swelled with the emotion she had been fleeing from. Natalie had known of its existence for a while, but she was forced to acknowledge it now.
She barely felt the sting of being penetrated for the first time. It did not matter what he had done to her in the past. She loved Jasper, and that was never going to change. Everything she felt, she poured into the kiss while he sheathed himself within her and held her tightly.
She pulled away to breathe, and he took hold of her hips, saying, “Move with me.” Natalie did as he guided her, and they were soon engrossed in each other’s fervency. Every thrust made her body clench, and when she could no longer take more pleasure, she burst, calling his name as her head fell onto his shoulder. Almost immediately, he frantically withdrew from her and groaned, his body jerking under her.
“Natalie,” Jasper whispered, pushing her damp hair from her face and looking at her. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but he only pulled her close and held her for a very long while.
This was the second time she was observing him do such, and although she could not understand what it meant, her emotions rose and tightened her throat. Tears stung the back of her eyes, and as much as she tried to keep them away, one tear rolled down her cheek. Thankfully, he did not see or hear anything that would have him questioning her.
Several minutes later, he ran a hand down her naked back and kissed her shoulder, before pulling away. “We should go,” he murmured, kissing her lips.
