I did. Fuck, yes, I did. I could only nod as I stared at them. I was a little shocked. They weren’t my normal type. I went for women with large breasts, usually bigger than a C cup. That was always what I’d been attracted to. Nat’s were small, definitely a B cup, but they were perfectly shaped. They were round andpert, with delicious raspberry-colored nipples. They matched the color of her lips.
I reached up and held them, flicking the tight little buds with my thumbs and watching her squirm. Her nipples were very sensitive, and I grinned as I sat up and took one in my mouth. I suckled and played with them both until she was almost crying out.
I was getting hard again, and I thrust upwards letting my cock ride up between her ass cheeks to let her feel how much I wanted her again.
“Oh, you distracted me,” she said with a wink.
I didn’t know what she was talking about until she dropped down and started licking and cleaning my dick. “We made a mess,” she whispered and then held my gaze as she suckled, kissed, and licked every part of my cock until it was free of all signs of cum.
What. The. Fuck? Where did she learn this shit?
I was hard as a fucking rock again, and she knew that was exactly what would happen. Then she surprised me by grabbing a condom out of my bedside table, ripping the foil, and putting it on me herself. Then she sunk down on my dick, slowly taking all of me, before resting on me. I was gasping for breath.
Then she started moving slowly, and my hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as she rode me slow and easy, rolling her hips seductively as she controlled our pace.
I could barely even comprehend what was going on. I was in heaven. I watched her as she stared down at me, taking in every facial expression, every grunt or moan, as if she was memorizing my body, what I liked, and what drove me fucking insane. She was really, really good in bed.
My shy best friend was a sex goddess. No big deal. Cool, cool, cool. I could handle this.
No, I couldn’t. I absolutely could not. I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and down my cock faster and faster until she was screaming. I knew I was hitting that special spot inside her that would make her wild. “Tim,” she screamed, finally, throwing her head back as she came hard around my cock.
“That’s right baby,” I growled, “Come on my fucking dick.”
She kept screaming as her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed me. It set me off, too, and I was yelling her name and thrusting up into her as I held her still above me.
When I was finished, I laid back in the pillows with my arms behind my head. I was completely worn out. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so sated in my life.
She laid next to me, eyes closed, with her hand on my chest and one leg over mine. Within seconds, she was asleep.
I watched her for a moment before looking up at the ceiling. I enjoyed the feel of her next to me. I usually didn’t let women stay over or hang around for a cuddle after sex. But Nat was different. She was… mine.
And I was hers. We’d belonged to each other for years now. It just hadn’t been sexual until the past few days.
I wasn’t stupid. I’d felt there were times Nat might’ve had a crush on me, just like there were moments I was ready to declare my love for her and take our relationship to the next level. But we’d never been on the same page at the same time. She’d been into me while I was happy with jumping from one woman to the next or so damaged from Annika, I couldn’t even think about a relationship.
Then I’d been into her when she was in different relationships over the years. It just so happened that the stars had aligned this time. I was growing tired of fucking around. She wasn’t with anyone.
And we’d finally given in to that insistent spark of chemistry that had always been there. I’d just never known that the spark would ignite and turn into a damn forest fire. My desire for her reached levels I hadn’t even known existed.
And it scared me.
I knew I should talk to her, but I wasn’t sure of how to bring it up. Saying, “Hey, Nat, I really love having sex with you, and by the way where’d you learn to fuck like that?” or “Natalie, I’m absolutely terrified that you’re going to break my heart and the fallout will leave me looking like a flattened possum on the side of the road,” just didn’t seem like the right things to say.
But she was my best friend. How could I be tongue tied around her? How could I not know the right things to say?
I had to have a talk with her. Absolutely had to.
I rubbed slow circles on her naked back and pulled the duvet over both of us as I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I woke up to my alarm going off the next morning. I shook my head groggily, trying to understand why something felt… off.
Then I realized. The bed was empty. My hands were reaching for that warm, perfect body that had been next to me when I’d fallen asleep, but they were only touching cold sheets.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Where the hell was she?
I listened for sounds out in the rest of my condo, but there was nothing.
I put my feet on the floor and padded out to the kitchen area. The condo definitely felt empty. I looked around to see if she’d left me a note or anything.
