Are we back to you hating me?
Or something else?
“I didn’t.” She turned, facing me, reaching for my dick. Without any warning, without any preamble, she slipped her hand beneath my pants and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I wasn’t hard when I walked out here, but at the first contact of her touching me there, I grunted at the rush of desire that hit me. The instant surge of blood draining to make me stiff and aching for her.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about repaying the favor you showed me last night,” she admitted bluntly.
Again, without any warning, she shoved my pants down. The half wall hid it all. No one on the beach could see how she dropped to her knees and took the head of my cock past her warm lips.
“Fuck.” I growled at the immediate wave of lust and need that she induced. I gripped the edge of the wall to ground myself. Watching her suck on me greedily, I put my free hand on the back of her head. Pushing her faster—since she seemed to get wetter and moan loader when I was demanding like that.Rocking into her mouth more—because she confessed how hot she thought that was when we hadn’t been able to get enough of each other.
“There’s no need to pay back a favor,” I told her, pulling out just before I shot my cum down her throat.
She pouted, eyeing me with disappointment. Saliva and my precum glistened on her lips. Her breaths shot out rapidly as she caught her breath. With how mussed her hair was from my hand on her head, she looked wild.
For me.
For this.
“Because I’m just going to want to eat that sweet pussy again and again.” Lowering to urge her to lie back, I crawled over her on the tile floor. Tugging at her skirt solved the issue of her hiding from me, and within seconds, I was fucking her with my tongue and relishing every wanton cry and gasp she’d give me.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I told her as she came. Her thighs trembled as I kissed my way up her stomach. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Hovering over her, I let her be the impatient one to line my dick up to her body.
“Fuck me, Sergei,” she begged. “Before anyone can come back. Please. Fuck me?—”
I silenced her with a hard kiss and did as she wished.
Later, when Maisie was napping and Anya was out shopping, I finally succeeded in getting Natalie in bed, where we could repeat the passion that was flaring out of control. The claim thatabsence made the heart fonder was looking awfully fucking true with us. The weeks that she’d held a grudge against me and refused to be more than a civil roommate had set us up to suffer through so much sexual tension.
It all exploded now.
But as I visited her in the middle of the night once everyone was asleep, to fuck her in the shower because that was where I found her, I knew this wasn’t just sex.
She begged me to fuck her. And yes, the physical release was an excellent medium for us to be connected again, but it was more than that. It felt like so much more.
I couldn’t tell if it was because I missed her and saw a future with her that she wanted to delay or what.
I love you.
That was the fact that snapped me into focus. It was the revelation that I kept to myself. As I realized that everything seemed sharper, brighter, and somehow perfect, I quit denying the obvious.
I loved Natalie Hayes.
I loved this strong woman, with all her flaws and her big heart.
When we left the villa and returned to my penthouse, though, it seemed that the magic of being away dulled her interest in me. While she didn’t get as icy and aloof with me as before, she maintained a little distance and wariness of me. Almost like she’d had a lapse of judgment while she was out of her usual routine, but now that we were back home, she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to make anything easy for me.
I will wait for you.
I will be patient, Natalie.
Because I mean it. I will never get enough of you.
Even though I was ready to admit that I loved her, to confess how much she mattered to me, I would give her space and time until she would be ready to accept that truth.
Being back home came with another obstacle, another hindrance to being free to pursue Natalie on my own turf. As such, I was expected at meetings and held to the standard of pulling my weight in protecting the family.
