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“You’re so tight, precious. I wanted to come with you first time, but it’s not going to work.” He bites me, taking possession, and it’s almost painful. Goose bumps scatter again.
“Huh,” I whisper. “What do you mean?”
“If I don’t make you come first I won’t be able to get in—you’re too tight, baby,” he whispers into my ear as he bites it. On hearing those words my legs open wider by themselves, and he starts to scissor his fingers. Oh dear god. This is too good. Once again he takes my mouth hard, a take no prisoner’s kind of kiss, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away. He bends and picks me up over his shoulder and walks down the hall, bangs open my bedroom door and throws me onto the bed. Oh fuck, this is going to hurt. I just know it. I think I said once before who does he think he is? I can tell you one thing, he puts Dirk Diggler to shame. Shit, and he said I’m tight. Before I can think anymore he crawls over me and settles his hips to cradle between my legs. He gently starts to rub the side of his shaft through my swollen flesh, while holding his weight up on straightened arms as he kisses me passionately again. A gentle hard rub, one that has my body involuntarily lifting off the bed to meet him. Damn, he’s good at this. His hand runs from my jaw down to my breast to my hipbone, then underneath my knee as he brings my leg around his hip. All the while he is kissing me passionately. I don’t have a fucking chance against this god. Slowly he kisses down my throat to my breasts which he immediately brings to attention as he sucks both of my nipples hard between his teeth. My back arches off the bed, a sheen of perspiration now covering both of our bodies. I run my fingers through his hair. He pushes my legs apart until they are touching the bed and he gives me a carnal smile as he disappears down my body. Shit, it’s daylight, surely we can ease into this in the dark for Pete’s sake. But my thoughts are instantly erased as his hot tongue swipes through my flesh. I jump off the bed, the sensation burning through me.
“Sshh, precious girl, I’ve got you. Relax baby, I won’t hurt you.” He reaches his hand up and links his fingers in mine, and our eyes lock. The intimacy of the act once again undoes my emotions and I put my head back onto the mattress to hide my glassy eyes. Fuck, what am I doing? I’m going to get hurt, I just know it. This can only end badly.
His tongue goes to work stroking deep long licks through the length of my sex. I start to quiver. “Sshh baby,” he stops and stills to calm me. “Take your time, relax. Let me enjoy you.” I nod and squeeze his hand, unable to articulate words. This is too much. He squeezes my hand back and then brings his fingers down to part me open to his gaze. I’m holding my breath. Actually, no, I’m not holding it, I can’t breathe, my lungs have no air. I‘m waiting for his reaction, for him to say something.
He closes his eyes and whispers. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?” My glassy eyes meet his and I nod. I too have waited long and hard for this.
“Let me come inside you.”
I frown at him. “Josh, I don’t think.”
“I’m clean, I promise. I don’t want anything between us. I want it to be just you and me. I’ve waited for this. I’ve never had sex without a condom on before and I want that with you. Don’t take it away from me,” he whispers. Oh shit. Goose bumps scatter and his words ramp up my libido to fever pitch. As if he can sense my desperation he starts his oral assault again, his tongue taking what it wants from my body, his eyes closed in reverence. I start to whimper as my hips start to sway on their own to the rhythm of his tongue. I’m close. He brings my legs up over his shoulders and he too is losing control. He can sense my oncoming orgasm approaching like a freight train. I’m panting, covered in sweat, as I watch his head move between my legs, feel his strong shoulders under my legs. He closes his eyes and groans into me. That’s it, I can’t hold it any longer and I scream out as I am racked with violent shudders.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he lets me gently come down with gentle laps. I look up into the face of a triumphant male as he whispers, “Again.”
“Josh, no.” I try to move up the bed to escape. It’s too much, I’m way too sensitive. He grabs my legs and pulls me back down the bed. He parts my legs with force and once again his tongue is on me. I shudder. Holy fuck. Any chance I had of escaping is out the window and I know he has crossed the line and is running on pure instinct, race to orgasm. I lie back and try to calm myself. He runs his teeth over my clitoris and I jump again.
“Sshh, presh, let me have my way. I don’t want to hurt you later, and I need you soft and open from orgasm. I’m, well, not small and you’re too tight and I’m way too turned on to be gentle.” He reaches up and grabs my hand again, my other hand rubs over his head and shoulders. He’s right. I need to lie back and relax. I try to calm my breathing. Within seconds my hips are swaying again and he adds a finger, then another, as he twists his hand on entry, his dilated eyes boring into me. He slowly fucks me with his strong fingers and I fall apart just watching him, he’s so turned on, so frigging hot. He adds a third finger and I wince.
“Baby,” I whisper as my spine involuntarily lurches me off the bed. “Josh, I need to…” I whimper again. “Oh god…Josh please,” I beg, as I run my both hands over his head.
“Natasha, I have you for one night, don’t fucking rush me.” I nod once again, unable to speak, his fingers now working me with such force the bed is rocking. It feels so good. I’ve needed this for so long, needed him to do this to me. I can’t wait to take him inside me. He bites my clitoris and I moan and he sits up to watch me. I can see the muscles in his arm and shoulder flex as he rides me hard with his hand, the veins in his forearm pumping with blood. A thick sheen of perspiration covers his body. He smiles a sly smile at me as his thumb swip
es over my clitoris and with three more pumps of his finger he mouths the words, “Come for me.” I explode into a violent shudder as I scream and spiral into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Before I even move he’s on me and with one hard lunge he’s in to the hilt. Oh fuck, he’s big.
“I had to go fast, baby, so I didn’t hurt you,” he whispers. I nod, trying to catch my breath. He stays deep and still, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming sensation that has my heartbeat sounding in my ears. His breathing is heavy, his eyes closed, as he rests his forehead onto mine, trying to calm himself. Holy fuck, I am so out of my depth here. This isn’t sex. This is a life – changing event. He opens his eyes and I see a depth of arousal I have never seen before in any man, in life or porn, and it’s somewhat unsettling. This is going to hurt.
“I’m going to move now, presh. Are you ok?” I nod and he circles his hips as if trying to stretch me. God I can’t stretch anymore. I’ve reached my physical limits. He slowly pulls out, his eyes shutting as he does and gently pushes back in. Ok that felt good, no pain. I will myself to relax. He pushes forward again and circles his hips, repeating the addictive movement of before. I grab his behind, my lust taking over, and the next time he pulls out I pull him back into me.
“Again,” I whisper. “Faster.” He bites my neck painfully and slams back into me, his physical limits reached, and he starts to move against me so hard the bed sounds like it’s going to break when it hits the wall. I groan as I run my hands over his perspiration–covered muscly body. His kisses turn aggressive and I am so overwhelmed at what this man is doing to me I can’t even kiss him back. I lie there with my mouth open, groaning into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, you fuck me so good.” I moan a deep sound that I don’t even recognise as he slams repeatedly into me. I can feel it coming. Shit, it might kill me. One, two, three hard lunges and, that’s it, I scream out again, the sound bouncing off my bedroom walls as I orgasm hard, my body contracting around his.
“Fuck, yes,” he yells as he slams into me, his grip on my behind so hard I think I might bruise. He groans as I feel his hot seed seep into the marrow of my bones, taking with it any reservation I ever had about him. We are both breathless and panting as he drops his head to my shoulder in silence. Tears fill my eyes again as I am overcome with emotion.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, what was that?” he pants. I’m too breathless to answer. I giggle and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me again. A slow beautiful heartfelt kiss, one that is tenderly equal with the sex we just had. I don’t remember anything more, fatigue setting in. But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head. I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you. No, I’m sorry Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.
Chapter 9
I awake to the glow of the lights in the downtown city beaming through my window. It’s dark. How long have we slept? I look at the beautiful man sleeping beside me, out cold and sleeping like a baby. I roll onto my side and smile as I watch him. He’s like an Adonis, every muscle in his body on show. Pure male perfection. His dark lashes fan his face and his large red lips are gently open, his chest rises and falls slowly. I smile again as I note that he has a hairy chest, one of my hot triggers. If I had a magic wand and designed my perfect male specimen, this is what it would look like. His arm is under my head and he is facing me. My gaze drops to his tattoo, my name down the length of his torso. My twenty–first birthday present. That is some serious heavy shit going on there. My mind retraces the day we have spent together, the love we have made. It’s been perfect, everything I could have wished for and then some. However one thing is marring my afterglow. The ‘we only have one night together’ statement. Does he really only want one night? Why in the hell would he have my name on his body if he didn’t care? Is it the cousin thing? Surely not. If I don’t care, why would he? My mind goes back to the restaurant: I want a woman who loves to fuck as much as I do. A mousy woman who I have to beg for sex won’t cut it with me. Think Natasha. Think. What’s my plan of attack? I know one thing, I am so not done with him. I want more, much more. I need time, time where he is forced to think about us, time without other females. I watch him sleep for another half an hour with my brain in overdrive. This is where I want to be, naked in bed with him. Even the thought of going to the bathroom is unappealing, as busting as I am. Unable to hold it any longer I slowly sit up and head to the bathroom. I decide to take a quick shower. If I want to be irresistible, I need to smell good. After drying I don’t dress and head back to my bedroom to see him stretching as he gives me a sleepy smile.
“Hi,” I beam.
“Where did you go?” he huskily whispers as he wraps me in an embrace.
“I had a shower,” I reply as I bend to kiss him. He returns my kiss by pulling me down on top of him.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
Hmm, I wish I did. “I didn’t know how long you would sleep. Did you sleep last night?” He rubs his eyes as he shakes his head.
“Why didn’t you sleep, baby?” I nuzzle into his ear as I gently nip it. His eyes close as he shrugs his shoulders and once again smiles sleepily. God, he’s adorable when he’s sleepy. I could just eat him up.
“Some raving hot bitch got me so worked up. I was too angry to sleep,” he smiles into my neck as he starts to kiss it with an open mouth.
