Slowly, I thrust into her mouth, easy and rhythmic. I kept my hands off her, giving her plenty of space to take back the control if she preferred, but she took me in deeper and acclimated to my size. She whimpered around my cock, and I was in over my head. I ran my hand along her hair and cupped her cheek, and she didn’t just suck my cock and take my gentle thrusts. No, Nat recalibrated every nerve ending in my body. She let me reset our rhythm, slow and steady, to stave off this burning, needy current rushing through me.
I balanced on a fine line between calm and chaos with Nat’s lips around me. This was madness, torture, intoxicatingly perfect as she took me in again and again. All the way out, taking a reedy breath and kissing my tip, before sucking me down to the back of her throat. She let out the prettiest-sounding noises, and I realized I had a new addiction.
“Princess,” I rasped. “Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly.”
She hummed, and the vibrations she made sent the need to release into her through my every vein. Just like that, something snapped in me, and I needed to be inside her. Oh, hell, there were those eyes again. I was coming undone.
“Fuck, I’m about to lose it.” I pulled back. She gave me a hazy sort of look before catching her breath and wiping her mouth. “Tonight’s not the night I come in your mouth, princess. It’s my turn to make you lose control.”
I pulled her up and licked her pink, swollen lips and tasted myself as our tongues collided. She let out another needy sound, and her fingers went through my tangled hair, lingering gently across my scalp as little sparks lit me up. She was still fully clothed, and I became hell-bent on righting that wrong.
My hands found the hem of her shorts, and I unbuttoned them, keeping our gazes locked as she shimmied out of them.Her hands found the bottom of my shirt, and she tugged it up before doing the same to her tank top.
I was in awe as I took in every perfect inch of her.
Her underwear was heavenly. There was no other word for the silky, tiny things that let her round ass peek out. But even more hypnotizing, there was an undeniable wet spot that had me nearly growling for more.
I palmed her breast over her bra. “Can I fill you up, Natalie? Do you want that?”
She nodded frantically and parted for me, like she needed this acute, sharp hunger between us sated. I ground my stiff cock against her fabric-covered core, kissing her neck and shoulder, then her lips. Her hands were all over me, gripping my shoulders and running down my back as I backed her up against one of the beds.
I hooked my fingers into the silk waistband, about to slide them off, when she laughed breathlessly. She moaned and clutched my forearms, pulling me closer to her. Maybe she needed this as much as I did. Doubtful. Because I needed to feel her taking her pleasure from me, sliding into her.
“Dammit.” I pulled back from her a couple of inches. My thoughts were finally catching up.
Nat let me have the space. “What do you mean, dammit?” She took a deep breath and looked deeply into my eyes, as if they held the answers to everything.
“I didn’t bring a condom. I wasn’t planning on this. It wasn’t why I?—”
She pressed a finger to my lips and lightly pushed me away from the door with a grin on her face that promised she was going to save the day. I watched her dig into her overnight bag, where she produced a condom.
“For the record, I didn’t plan on this either, but your girl is nothing if not prepared.” She tossed the foil packet to me, and ithit me square in the chest. I dumbly caught it before it fell to the floor.
Your girl.
The image of Nat’s lips wrapped around me just moments ago was eclipsed after those words left her mouth. She saidyour girlso casually, as if they didn’t hold weight, but it sparked something in me, filling me with a primal need to call her mine. I knew I had no claim to her, and as she’d confirmed, this wasn’t something either of us had planned. But that fact didn’t stop the possessive feelings pressing against my rib cage.
Of course, Nat didn’t help with said thoughts as she moved to the window, still wearing her elegant, albeit useless, underwear. She looked over her shoulder and arched her back out, shifting her ass tantalizingly toward me. Her gaze met mine from over her shoulder.
“Come check out this view,” she told me, and I was behind her in a second. I pushed her hair off the back of her neck, making the little hairs on the tender spot rise. She made a soft sound of assent, and I pressed myself up against her, letting her feel me.
“It’s an incredible view,” I agreed, not bothering to take in the view outside. There were many more interesting things to look at in here. Such as running my fingers through Nat’s long hair as I’d imagined doing a hundred times.
She tilted her neck, giving herself over to me in soft surrender. I gave her a playful tug and released her, then ran a reverent palm from the top of her shoulder down her underwear-clad ass. Nat pushed herself away from the cool glass until she was flush against me. I slid the tiny material off her hips with ease, and she stepped out of them without a sound. I playfully pulled her bra strap between my teeth and let it snap back.
She let out an impatient huff at my leisurely pace. “Take it off,” she demanded.
I nipped at her ear in admonishment, and goose bumps climbed up her arms. After I’d teased her to my liking, I helped slip her bra off, encouraging it to join her underwear on the floor.
I cupped her perky breasts, squeezing them gently. “You’re so beautiful.”
Nat smiled at this, and I slid my hands lower, gripping her waist. I guided her forward until her perfect tits were pressed against theglass windows. The high-pitched gasp she made going from my warm, rough palms to the cool, smooth glass was something I’d be imagining for years to come. I made it up to her with kisses along her ear and neck that had her squeak before melting into a moan again.
“How wet are you for me, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
Her answering breath came out more pleading than snarky. “Why don’t you find out?”
I hummed against her lips, kissing her once before I slid my finger along the wetness gathered at her center. She was already soaked and trembling as I stroked her pussy again.
