“This is what you do to me.” I thrust into her grip. “Every fucking day. Do you know how many times I've had to hide this during our sessions?”
She looks up at me with heat in her eyes. “I noticed once.”
“Only once?”
“You're good at hiding it.” She squeezes me gently, and I groan. “But that day in the treatment room, when I was stretching your leg, I saw it. I couldn't stop thinking about it.”
“What did you think about?”
“This.” She strokes me again. “Touching, tasting.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Feeling you inside me.”
“Fuck.” The word comes out strangled. “I want it,” I rasp, watching as she works me to perfection.
She takes my hand and leads me down a short hallway to her bedroom. The bed is big and covered in a white duvet, and I push her down onto it, covering her body with mine.
I kiss my way down her body, starting at her mouth and moving to her jaw, then to her collarbone, where the necklace rests against her skin. I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard, until she cries out and arches off the bed. I give the other one the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach and between her legs.
She's soaking wet.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan against her breast. “You're dripping for me.”
“I've been wet since I saw you standing outside my door.”
I push her panties aside and slide two fingers inside her. She's tight, and her walls clamp around me as I start to move. I find her clit, and with my thumb, I circle it, while I work my fingers in and out, stretching her gently, preparing her for what's coming.
“I'm going to need you ready for me,” I tell her. “You're so fucking tight.”
“More,” Natalie pants, her hips rocking against my hand. “I need more.”
I add a third finger, and she gasps. The stretch is visible on her face, but she doesn't tell me to stop. She pushes down on my hand, taking my fingers deeper, fucking herself on them.
“That's it, baby. Get yourself ready for my cock.”
She moans, working her hips faster. I can tell by her moans she's close, but I don't let her come. I need to be inside her when she does.
I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers at the loss. I hook them in the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside. Then I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her wet entrance.
Then I pause. “Do you have condoms?”
“No,” she says, breathing hard.
“Shit.” I start to crawl off her, but she grabs my arms, stopping me.
“I'm on the pill.” She gives me an apprehensive look before wrapping her legs around my waist. “And I'm clean.”
This can’t be real.Shecan’t be real. “So am I.”
My heart pounds against my ribs when she leans up, her lips dusting mine as she says, “I don’t want anything between us,” and then kisses me.
She pulls me back down on top of her, and I push into her slowly, just the head at first, and she gasps.
“Easy, baby.” I hold myself still, giving her time to adjust. “Tell me if it's too much.”
“So full.” Her voice is strained. “But don't stop. Please don't stop.”
I push in another inch, and her eyes flutter shut, her head tilting back in the pillows with a long moan that reverberates through every part of me.
“You're doing so good,” I tell her through heavy breaths while I work myself in with gentle, shallow thrusts. “Just a little more.”
