“What did they want?” she asks, her fingers running against my scalp.
I sigh, pressing my face into her shirt. “What does everyone want? Money.”
Natalie pulls at my hair until I look up at her. “You sure they won’t bother us again? We can give them money to get them to go away.”
I grab her wrist and kiss that too. My cock is hard, but she’s probably too tired to fuck again. “No, you give them money and they’ll just keep coming back for more. I handled it. They won’t bother us again if they value their lives.”
She blinks at me, registering my words, and then her throat bobs before she blows out a shaky breath.
I stand, cupping her face and brushing a soft kiss against her lips. “I’m fucking horny. Let me eat your pussy or something.”
Natalie laughs, pushing out of my hold before turning to the bed to a smirk. “Maybe I want thatsomething.”
I growl, my hands sliding up her waist. “What does Mommy want? Tell me.”
She shudders, grips my jeans to pull me even closer, and kisses me. “Fuck me,” she whispers against my mouth.
She fixes my tie before moving to stand behind me, both of us staring at each other in the full length mirror. Today I’m supposed to start at my father’s company, a temporary public face to deal with the transition after his death. The board is excited for the move, but I dread it with my entire being.
“I don’t think I like you in a suit.”
I frown, the words unexpected. “You don’t?”
She hums, then shrugs. “It just doesn’t seem like you, or maybe I’m used to your t-shirt and jeans.”
Turning to face her directly, I study her face, bare, without a hint of makeup. She’s been too tired to get ready after waking up the past few days, and dare I say I prefer this look?
The couple of freckles that spot her nose and chin, the way her lashes fan out over her blue eyes, and the soft pink of her lips. After my birthday, it’s like a hole opened in my heart and she’s wormed herself in.
I cup her cheek and kiss her. I don’t know what’s come over me, but everything in me demands I do it. She gasps before kissing me back, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I grab her legs, lifting her. Setting her gently on the bed, I tug her robe off and groan at the negligee she wears every night. It’s the most pretentious thing, but she makes it look sexy as fuck. The way her nipples pebble and poke through the silky material, the way the soft lace rests on the tops of her perky breasts. The wayher stomach sometimes gets caught when she twists or moves, showing off the bump in the most discreet way.
I push it up to her hips, licking my lips at her glistening pussy. She grabs my wrists.
“You’re going to be late!”
I scoff. “I couldn’t give a fuck.”
Shifting down the mattress, I position my face right between her legs. Natalie cries out when I flatten my tongue and swipe up through her dripping center.
“You’re s-supposed to m-make a good impression,” she stutters out. I ignore her, licking up her creamy pussy until she concedes, rocking her hips against my face. My hands curl around her thighs, pushing them closer to the bed as I devour her completely. I suck, lick, and drink until her legs are trembling and then push her straight over the edge in the next second.
As her pussy flutters on my tongue, I undo my pants and push down my boxers before crawling up and over her. I notch the tip of my cock against her drenched folds, smearing the precum already leaking out. Her hands rub up my chest as I finally line up to her hole and push in, groaning as her tight heat encases my cock.
She arches up, her breasts straining against the silk of her nightgown. I nod to her chest.
“Pull it down. I want to watch them bounce as I fuck you.”
She rolls her eyes. “So romantic,” she mutters before doing exactly what I ask.
I lean over her, pressing my palms on either side of her head, and brush my lips against hers. “You want romantic? I can give you romantic.” My mouth crashes down before she can respond, and I shift onto one elbow so I can caress my hand down her side to pull her leg over my waist. I keep us tangled like that, not moving from where I’m buried deep inside her.
“More,” she begs into my mouth after a few minutes. I kiss down her jaw until I find the tender spot on her neck that makes her shudder. Her nails rake down my back, teasingly. “Please, Henry, baby. Give Mommy more.”
I smile. The usual deep, sultry plea from when she uses that ploy is absent. Pulling almost all the way out, I slide forward again, milking every inch in an exaggerated push. Natalie groans under me, her eyes fluttering until I’m pushed in as far as I can go, my balls pressed against her ass.
I take my time, dragging my cock out and pushing back into her heated heaven at a steady, slow pace. My eyes don’t stray from hers, watching a slight flush work over her face. Her hands curl along the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss her again, our tongues dancing wildly together.
When she finally pulls away to breathe, I whisper a confession I can’t hold in any longer. “I think I’m falling for you.”
