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He’s left his door unlocked and letting myself in I’m not really surprised to see his dark eyes, shining in the blue-silvery moonlight streaming in through the window.
With one elbow propping his head up, he silently lifts his sheets back and I dive into them.
Dive into him, holding him tighter than I ever have and swearing aloud that I’ll never sleep alone again.
Not as long as I live.
Chapter Twelve
Michael
Letting her go back to her friend, spending the night away from me isn’t right. It feels unnatural somehow, but I accept Natasha’s pledge that it’s just for tonight.
Just until we can get off this train.
I understand she wants to be there for her best friend, let her down gently as she gets used to the idea that Natasha’s with me now.
That she won’t have as much time for Suzanna as she might have thought when they got on board to journey home.
I could say I’m okay with it all, but I’d be lying.
I am lying.
Awake and alone. Staring at the low ceiling as my feet hang two feet over the end of the seat that becomes a bed.
Its first class comfort alright, but lacking by more than just a few inches.
Unlike my own body.
Replaying the scene of her near nakedness as I pleasured her with my mouth over and over isn’t helping.
My own arousal is becoming unbearable, well past the point of distraction that I feel my hand straying down my naked body if only to relieve some of the pressure.
There’s no need though.
At the eleventh hour, which is more like one or two a.m. I hear my suite door click open.
The dim light of the corridor against the moonlit suite shows her full figure in the doorway.
If she’s even feeling a fraction of the way I do, she couldn’t sleep either.
She’s come to me because there’s no place left for her to go.
Nothing for either of us to do except one thing.
I lift the covers, and without a word between us, we grip each other like our lives depend on it.
Her mouth over mine is like air to a drowning man.
Her touch is the healing hands that make every ache and pain I’ve ever known vanish.
The softness of her smooth skin against me as I lift her sweater over her head is all I want from now on.
I’d give up everything I own or wanted before today if I could just have this.
This one night with the girl about to become a woman.
My woman.
The thoughts of somewhere special, a five star hotel, or a villa on an island somewhere, disappears once my hands run over her.
Our fingers lock as we kiss, wanting to stay that way but also needing to explore each other’s bodies.
Needing to feel more of this, making sure it’s real and not just a dream.
I did want this to be special. More special than cramped up in a train sleeper, but I don’t get the impression Natasha minds one bit as her hands search for my swollen arousal.
Gasping and then purring once she grips me with both her hands, slowly she starts to pump me from behind herself as she straddles me.
I can feel the heat of her sex against my abs, and swallowing hard I want to ask how she got the rest of her clothes off so quickly but I can only rasp out a groan as I feel my cock start to twitch already.
Natasha’s focused breathing collapses into a rough pant in seconds as her own desire, frustration, and awe of the situation wash over her.
In no time we’re both writhing against each other like beasts. My large hands almost look small compared to her heavy breasts, fingering her pebbled nipples until she lets out a low moan that sees her head tilting back.
Her rear end edging closer to my cock makes me groan loudly, swallowing hard again as I try to regain the function of speech.
“I want you so bad,” I manage to get out, my whole body tense with a spasm as she lifts herself over my cock, brushing the tip with her heat.
Her hands have come around to my front, resting on my chest as she tries to lift herself higher.
I use a hand to try and guide my swollen rod towards her pussy, but she can’t get high enough.
“You’re so big.” She shudders, and her teeth start to chatter as her body trembles.
Having a hard time keeping herself upright, I take charge.
It’s a tiny space, but I manage to flip her onto her back, making her gasp then purr. One of her legs bending at the knee before I take it over my shoulder.
I can use my body better from this position, and holding my thickness out in front of me, over her, I can see she’d need a fucking ladder to straddle me from above.
