When I push my pants and underwear down, her eyes widen so much it’s almost funny.
“You’re a lot bigger than I thought you would be.”
“You thought I’d have a small cock?”
She flushes all over again. “No. I just meant… I don’t know what I meant.”
“It’s ok.” I push a piece of her hair back. “Touch me. I want to feel your hand around me.”
With a determined nod, Nat wraps her small hand around my cock and the sensation almost makes me come right here and now. I haven’t had anyone touch my cock in weeks. Not since my dad made it clear I wasn’t allowed to sleep with any other women after we made our alliance with Lev. I’ve had to use my own hand and it’s been fine but it’s nothing like the touch of another person.
“Move your hand up and down,” I advise. “Play with the tip.” I groan when her fingers slip over the tip of my cock.
She pulls her hand back. “Was that ok?”
“Yes, baby. Just touch me.”
Natasha is a fast learner. She quickly figures out what I like based on my moans. Her fingers brush against my balls and I almost come but I hold back. I want this moment to last forever.
“Does this feel good?” she asks so innocently, rubbing my cock up and down.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, dropping my head back.
And then I feel it. Natasha’s lips touch my cock.
She brushes her lips against my tip just barely. Experimentally. I snap my eyes back to hers and she pulls away.
“Don’t,” I groan. “You can place your lips on me.” I sound more desperate than I mean to but I need this. Fuck, do I need this.
Slowly, she brings her lips back to my tip. Her fingers run along my shaft and balls while her lips just brush against the tip of my cock. I don’t thrust my hips forward. The last thing I needis for her to choke on my cock and get upset with me. Not when things are finally going well.
She sucks on the tip of my cock right as her fingers brush my balls and it’s too much.
“I’m going to come,” I pant.
She pulls back quickly. Obviously she’s not ready for me to cum on her body so I grab a tissue from the coffee table and wrap it around my cock. I come right away, shuddering my release.
Natasha watches in fascination.
I sigh once I’m done and pull my underwear and pants back up. Neither one of us says a word as I throw away the tissue.
I come back to her and there’s an awkward quiet moment between us where we don’t know what to do before Natasha holds out her hand and I take it.
We settle on the couch together. I open my arm and she snuggles against my side. It’s the first time we’ve ever done this.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Good. Really good. I was so scared of this marriage at first. Scared of you. But now… everything has changed.” She flinches. “Every time I look at the coffee table, I see… her. And I remember what I did and it still haunts me. But when I look at you, I feel a sense of calm I’ve never had before.”
“I told you before, Nat. I’m not going to hurt you. I need you to believe that.”
“I’m starting to.”
“Good.” I tighten my arms around her. “And I know that what happened with Alexandra will stay with you. But I learned how to deal with the deaths I’ve experienced and so will you. I can help you through them.”
“But I don’t want to get used to death. I don’t think that’s a good thing.”
“In our world, it is. It’s common.”
