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Audrey shows us to our room and leaves us to get showered and cleaned up. She also kindly provides a change of clothing for both Natalie and me.
“You’re about the same size as me,” she tells Audrey, handing her a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. “And you,” she glances at me. “Are more of Gabriel’s size.” She hands me a pair of pajama pants, too, along with a shirt.
“Thank you,” Natalie says, running her hands over the soft fabric.
“Pajama parties are my favorite,” I say, winking at Audrey. She just laughs and turns to leave. She pauses at the door and looks back.
“Take your time,” she says. “Come and find us when you’re ready to eat. If we aren’t in the kitchen, we’ll be in the living room. Shouldn’t be too hard to find us.”
“Thank you for everything,” I tell her honestly.
“Of course,” she says, and then Audrey leaves, closing the door behind her.
Suddenly, I’m alone with Natalie.
I’m alone with the woman who is consuming all of my thoughts, and right now, I don’t know what to do. My heart pulls me in thirty different directions, but all I want to do is just hold her and kiss her. I’m the kind of man who likes to live on the edge, so that’s exactly what I do.
I walk across the room slowly. Maybe I look seductive, but maybe I look silly. I just feel determined. This is the moment where I show her that I care. This is where I tell her that I can’t get enough of her.
She’s not looking at me as I cross the room. Her gaze is on another one of Audrey’s incredible paintings. This one features a human woman riding a dragon. The girl’s long red hair flows in the wind and it matches the stream of fire blazing from the dragon’s mouth.
“It’s lovely,” Natalie says aloud.
“You’re lovely,” I correct her. When she turns to me in surprise, I pull her into my arms and start kissing her. I don’t wait another second. Time is something I’ve wasted. I haven’t always been as strong or as dedicated or as careful as I should have been. I’ve made bad choices and unconventional choices and misunderstood choices, but the choice I’m making right now is probably the most important one I’ll ever make in my entire life.
I’m making the choice to choose her.
Natalie.
I’m choosing her.
She melts against my body, kissing me back. Her hands are in my hair and on my chest and then, to my surprise, they start to move a little lower. She settles her hands on my waist and then terribly slowly starts to move one hand closer to my cock.
“Careful, love,” I tell her. “You’re going to wake the dragon.”
“I thought I already did,” she says sweetly, looking up at me. Then she grips my cock in her hand and I fucking groan like it’s the first time. Her tiny human fingers wrap around my thickness and she begins to rub me gently, almost timidly.
“Natalie,” I moan loudly, but I can’t tell her to stop. I can’t tell her to go faster. All I can do is let her explore my body and take her time. She can have all the time that she needs if it means she’s going to keep doing this. I want more. I want her to touch me more. I want her hands on my balls and on my cock and then I want her mouth there. I want to feel her lick me, taste me, explore me, and then I want to do all of those things to her.
Natalie is perfect and beautiful and sweet. Oh, I bet she has insecurities as we all do, but none of that matters to me. In my eyes, she’s incredible, and I can’t get enough of her, so I just stand there, trying to stay as still as possible, and I let the human play with my body.
“You’re thick,” she murmurs, stroking me.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I do,” she says. “It’s nice. It feels…heavy…in my hand. Do you mind?” She looks up at me.
“Natalie, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, baby. Just don’t stop touching me.”
A little sound escapes her lips. I’m not sure if it’s a groan or a sigh, but I’ll take whatever she wants to give me. The knowledge that this sexy, adorable human is playing with my cock and that’s she loving it just fucking thrills me. If possible, I grow even harder as she continues to touch and play with me.
While she’s rubbing my cock with one hand, her other one explores my chest, my arms, and finally, my face. She leans up and kisses me as she continues stroking me. She rubs faster and faster, and I find myself thrusting forward in time with her hand.
“Natalie,” I pull back. “Baby, I’m close,” I whisper. I don’t want to surprise her by coming all over her hand. If it were up to me, I’d come buried deep inside of her, but I’m not about to rush the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide, and she whispers four words that make me come apart.
“Come for me, baby.”
