I'm sweating from the effort of holding back, rather than slamming into her the way my body is demanding. She needs time and patience. And I'll give her both, even if it kills me.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I'm fully inside her. My cock is buried to the hilt, and her pussy is clenching around me. I have to close my eyes and breathe through the urge to come right then and there.
“You're so deep,” Natalie whispers. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“You okay?”
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “I’m perfect.”
I pull out inch by inch, watching her face, watching the way her lips part and her eyes glaze over. Then I push back in, just as slowly, and she moans low in her throat.
“God, Ethan. You feel incredible.”
I set a rhythm of long, slow strokes that let her feel every inch of me. Her body opens up with each thrust, accepting me more easily, and soon she's meeting me halfway, her hips rising to take me deeper.
“More,” she begs. “I can take more.”
I increase the pace slightly. Her moans grow louder, and her nails scrape down my back. I hope she leaves marks so when I wake up tomorrow, I know this really happened after wanting it for so long.
“You're so fucking tight around me.” I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing it in slow circles that match my thrusts.
She trembles beneath me, her whole body coiled tight. “Oh God, you’re gonna make me come.”
I press harder on her clit. “Give it to me, Natalie,” I grunt, my thrusts growing harder and faster. “Give me what I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.”
Her orgasm rips through her, and her pussy clenches around me so hard I see stars. She screams my name, and her back arches off the bed. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
I come soon after with a loud groan, spilling inside her. My hips jerk as I empty myself completely, filling her with everything I have.
I fall to the side, breathing hard.
“That was...” She trails off, as if unable to find the words.
“Yeah.” I pull her into my side and press a kiss to her temple. “It was.”
“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” Natalie asks quietly.
“Yeah,” I say again and wonder just how much.
12
Natalie
Sunlight streams through my bedroom curtains, and I stretch lazily, my body deliciously sore.
For a moment, I'm disoriented, still caught in the haze of sleep and the traces of a dream. Then the memories flood back. Ethan at my door. The necklace. His mouth on my neck. Sex. Amazing, perfect, life-altering sex.
I turn my head and find him asleep next to me, his face nestled against my shoulder. He’s beautiful like this: unguarded and soft. I reach out, my fingers trailing the strong angle of his jaw.
His brows furrow, and he stirs, blinking at me groggily. Once he’s fully awake, the corner of his mouth curves with a gentle smile. There's a softness to his expression that I've never seen before. “Morning.” His voice is a low rumble that sends warmth pooling in my belly.
I can’t believe he’s in my bed. I bite back a smile. “Good morning.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Just woke up, but got bored,” I answered, grinning.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. His hands slide over my body under the covers. “Bored, huh?”
