Her candor makes me smile. “Are we cold?”
“So cold,” she teases.
I flip her over, her back to the mattress as I hover over her. “Let me make sure you’re warm and comfy before I go make you food.”
I try to kiss her, but she tilts her head. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
I nip at her earlobe then kiss her jaw. “I don’t really care.”
“Stop.” She shoves me away playfully as I continue to kiss her jaw and make it to her lips. We kiss, tenderly at first, increasing intensity in no time. We spent the night learning each other’s bodies, what makes us tick, what feels good, and we didn’t stop until she was putty in my hands. But kissing and touching Natalie is addictive, and it will never be enough.
The distance between us, even with our mouths linked, is too much. The desire, the need to have every inch of my body on her, is desperate. It’s perfect. My erection rests against her thigh until she deepens the kiss and spreads her legs, welcoming me between them. She tilts her hips up at the same time her tongue swipes against mine. She wants this almost as much as I want her, and that’s intoxicating too.
I slide inside her, her warmth and moan welcoming me. I still don’t feel close enough. My chest presses against her breast, not taking my lips from hers as my hands rake through her silkyhair. I could live here forever, buried in her sweet pussy while every part of me is connected to her body somehow.
I drive in slowly, deeper and deeper, as she relaxes around my dick. Her lips let go of mine with a gasp, and she throws her head back on the pillow. I lick her neck, kissing my way to her collarbone, then her breast. I hold her leg, tilting it back and widening her hips more, allowing me to get deeper to hit that spot I discovered last night. I suck her nipple into my mouth and dig my fingers into the flesh of her thigh, earning me another moan.
“I’m so close,” she whispers in a moan, grabbing my hair and pulling it gently. Now I’m the one moaning. I drive in again and again, bringing a hand between us to press on her clit.
The sounds we make are indecent, as our moans and groans mix with the sound of my dick driving into her wet pussy. Until she gasps, her pussy clenching around my dick and her hands dropping to my back, her nails dragging all over my skin.
And then I’m done too.
I come, hard and fast, sucking on her nipple at the same pace, and her pussy tightens, in sync, meant to be, and nobody can tell me otherwise.
Our breaths even out, slowly going back to normal. Then, she pulls me to her, letting me collapse onto her, wrapping her arms around me.
“That was…” she whispers.
“Perfect,” we both say in unison. I smile against her soft belly, tracing her scars delicately. That’s when it hits me—fuck, I didn’t use a condom.
“Natalie.”
“What? What’s wrong?” She can detect the change in my tone immediately, climbing up to her elbows and looking down at me.
“Um, we didn’t use a condom. I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I’ve never been with anyone bare, so I know I don’thave much to worry about, but I can still get tested.” What was I thinking? I wasn’t; that’s clear as day.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I, um, I know my test results would be clear, but I can get tested too.”
Her words sound like it’s not a big deal, but her face shows the complete opposite.
I sit on the bed, pulling the blanket with me and leaving her completely naked, which doesn’t help my case, so I drape the blanket back over her.
“Hard to keep your eyes on me, huh, Beast?”
I chuckle because my eyes are on her, just on everywhere but her face, and we need to talk about this.
“It wasn’t on purpose.”
“I know. We got carried away. It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you sure?”
“Other than an STD, the biggest thing would be what? A baby? That’s what people worry about when they have unprotected sex, but…” She pauses, looking somber, and now I’m worried. “I don’t know if you remember, but I can’t have kids.” She traces the scar on her belly with her finger. “Have you ever seen C-section scars before?”
I nod. “Yeah, my mom had one with Liz, and when she wore bathing suits, you could see it, but hers was smaller and horizontal.”
