“There’s a hidden fastener.” Natalie reaches up to show him how it unbuttons near her neck. She undoes the buttons and once it’s unfastened, Anthony helps her pull the miles of fabric off, tossing it aside.
Underneath, she’s wearing a tight white camisole and his hands immediately slide up her sides. “What a luscious treat you are, Miss Natalie.”
Her mouth falls open. No man has ever spoken to her like this and she’s speechless.
“You definitely have nothing to be shy about,” Anthony murmurs and then dips his head, doing that sexy thing from the Ferris wheel again where he licks along her cleavage. “And you taste delicious, too.” His voice is a low rumble.
A shudder of wanting runs through her at the sheer maleness of him.
She reaches down to tangle her hands in his soft hair. His breath feels warm against her skin and he smells like mint shampoo. Natalie worried that she’d feel uncomfortable being with another man for the first time after Peter, but instead, she’s amazed how right it feels.
“Kiss me,” she says, bringing his face up to meet hers.
His mouth lingers lightly, teasing her lips until she finally takes control and grabs him, deepening it. Anthony’s fingers trace over her nipples—sending streams of pleasure through her.
He pulls back from their kiss and looks down at her breasts again, continuing to fondle and mold them. She watches the way he’s mesmerized.
“You know they’re attached to an actual woman, right?”
“Yes.” He chuckles softly. “But a reminder doesn’t hurt.” He continues to play with her. “This top looks so hot on you. It’s almost a shame to take it off.”
“I can keep it on.”
“No,” he says quickly. “No, I don’t want that. Let’s take it off.”
He swallows and she can hear him breathing unsteadily as his fingers slide up and hook under the straps, gently pulling them from her shoulders. She helps by keeping her arms down and then finally lifting them through, so the camisole slips lower.
Once it’s all the way to her waist, he stops and takes her in.
“So pretty.”
Natalie closes her eyes with pleasure at his words, trying to let herself believe them. Anthony would know. She opens them and watches his tan fingers against her pale skin, still molding and stroking her. Venturing upward, she expects to find him still captivated by her breasts, but is surprised to see he’s looking at her face. Their gazes lock on each other.
He dips his mouth to hers and one kiss turns into another, deep and thorough. Long, drugging kisses until she feels achy and hot all over.
Where have kisses like this been all my life?
His hand slides lower to her ass, pulling her close—tight, so she can feel his erection pressing into her. She starts tugging on his T-shirt.
“Can you take this off?” she whispers.
He nods, reaches behind and quickly pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Natalie nearly groans aloud when she sees the planes and ridges of his muscular body. Anthony doesn’t have anything to be shy about, either. There’s dark hair on his chest that travels downward and into the top of his jeans.
The room is dimly lit, draped in ruby colors, and ironically, Natalie now wishes she hadn’t fought so hard to turn the lights off. She wants to see him, too.
Her fingers trail over his collarbone and down to his pectoral muscles, grazing over his nipples and then back to squeeze and pluck them the way he was playing with her.
There’s a hitch in his breath and his hand comes up to her face, holding her cheek. His thumb rubs along her lips—tracing the upper first and then the lower one—and then he does something unexpected and slips it inside her mouth. Natalie stills at first, but then goes with it. Looks at him as she sucks and licks his thumb, bites it.
Anthony’s eyes go dark and glassy. His mouth opens. His breathing sounds choppy.
“Your mouth . . .” he says in a ragged voice. “I’ve had some dirty thoughts about this mouth of yours.” He pulls his thumb out and smudges it over her bottom lip again.
“Really?” She’s so aroused she can barely think or talk, but she wants to hear more. “You’ve thought about me like that?”
He seems incredulous for a second and then nods slowly. “Yes, Natalie. A lot.”
She’s stunned, but the thought also warms her, warms her all over. Makes her feel sexy and desirable. God knows she’s fantasized about him plenty.
“I like the way you say my name,” she tells him. And she does. There’s something about the sound of it on his lips, the idea he’s tasting a bit of her. “I even like that pet name you’ve given me—Miss Natalie.”
He grins a little at that, but he’s mostly contemplative. Who knew Anthony would be so serious in bed? So absorbed. She likes it, though—it’s sexy. Natalie imagines his beautiful mind a step removed from all the day-to-day living, the mind he uses to solve mysteries of the universe, and she wonders if that’s who she’s seeing now.
And then she wants to kiss him again, so she does, eagerly.
When their lips part, he draws back and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he says, and reaches out to pull her between his parted legs.
Stepping close, she rests her hands on his shoulders, sensing the strength beneath them. His hands are on her hips and they move upward, and soon they’re fondling her breasts again as he presses his face into her naked skin. “God, I can’t resist you,” he breathes. It sounds like an apology, but Natalie isn’t complaining. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, licking and swirling his tongue around, and then the other, before finally suckling her. Hard.
She gasps aloud at the pleasure, sharp and angled—the way it slides through her. She starts to throb between her legs and even wonders if she’s going to come. He continues the ministration with his tongue, but Natalie finally pushes him away.
Anthony regards her questioningly and she reaches down, lays her palm against his jaw.
“Not yet,” she whispers, hoping he’ll understand.
He nods slowly. “Let’s take these off you,” he says in a husky voice, glancing down at her pants. His fingers slip into the waistband of her sweats and he slides them to the floor so she can step out of them. Next comes the camisole, but not her white cotton panties, she notices. He leaves them in place.
And then he remains still, taking her in. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “Damn.” He lets out a slow breath. “You’re gorgeous, Natalie.”
She closes her eyes and thinks about all the dieting, and the time on the treadmill, and the weight lifting, and realizes that for this moment, it was all worth it all. To have Anthony look at her with this much desire, she’d do it again.
“I still need to lose more weight,” she tells him. And it’s true, she’s hardly thin—far from it. Not to mention, she’s had a baby so her stomach will never be flat.
“No,” he says emphatically. “Don’t do that.”
She isn’t sure how to respond, but he’s already moved on, his head tilted to the side as he contemplates her panties.
“Now, what have we here?” he murmurs.
Natalie doesn’t say anything. Peter usually preferred that she be the sexual aggressor, but it was a role she never felt entirely comfortable with. Anthony seems to be the exact opposite and it’s erotic to let him take the reins.
“More pretty things for me to uncover?” he asks.
His hand slides down her thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there first, before sliding between her legs. He strokes her, but only on the outside of the cotton. Gentle at first, but then harder, applying just the right pressure as he moves his fingers back and forth, and then slow tight circles. Her eyes fall shut. It’s good. Oh, so good.
She can’t stop her hips from arching into him, her hands grabbing his shoulders. He’s watching her, too, she can feel it. Studying her reactions, solving her like a puzzle. Then he stops stroking and his fingers snake under the elastic
in front.
She sucks her breath in.
He doesn’t touch her yet though, just slides along the elastic band, barely brushing against her.
It feels like she’s holding her breath, waiting for him. And then finally, his fingers are there, sliding through where she’s hot and slick. A whimper escapes her throat as he plays with her.
“Let’s take these off, too,” he says with a note of urgency. He reaches up to pull her panties down. When she finally steps out of them, he looks at them in his hand for a second, before putting them aside.
And then his hand slides up her leg and thigh, where he gently continues his exploration. When he reaches her center and discovers how wet she is, there’s a groan of approval from him.
“You feel nice, Miss Natalie.”
She can hear his labored breathing and her own, too, the way it fills the small space of her bedroom as his fingers continue to tease and play with her. He slides one inside her and then another and Natalie gasps. Her eyes fall shut and she clutches his head, pulling his hair. She’s going to come, but decides she doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t want to fight it.
He’s watching her again. And maybe she should feel shy, but the pleasure is overwhelming. His thumb keeps rolling over her clit and it’s so close, a slow build at first as she looks down at Anthony, meeting his eyes. They’re sensual and dark, absorbing every detail of her.
He’s nodding. “That’s right,” he whispers. “Let it happen.”
And then she gasps as the full force of it hits, rocking her to the core. Her eyes close again and she moans and grabs him, everything blown apart and then slowly, slowly coming together again.
They linger as she tries to catch her breath. And then Anthony slips his arms around her, hugging her tightly. She wraps her arms around him, too—his skin and the muscles of his back are hot and tense. Anthony’s heart is pounding. He’s breathing hard. She realizes that while she’s calmed down, he’s aroused.
“Let me make you feel good, too,” Natalie tells him.
Anthony doesn’t respond right away. He can’t. Watching Natalie climax had almost set him off and he had to start reciting the Periodic Table to try to gain some control. He was just starting on the Noble Gases.
He takes a deep breath. His cock is rock hard and his balls ache, and there’s this beautiful sexy woman standing naked in front of him, telling him she wants to make him feel good.
Thank God, I jerked off in the shower earlier.
He usually has better control, but there’s something about Natalie with her lush body and her stubborn ways that really has his number. Who knew she’d be so responsive too?
Finally, he draws back and looks at her. So pretty all over. Those incredible breasts are making him nuts. His hand automatically reaches out for her again, and he wishes the red light wasn’t so dim. Wishes he could see what color her nipples are—pink maybe, or light brown?
He meets Natalie’s gaze and something in his chest tightens. He’s relieved all over again that she let him in tonight, that she didn’t turn him away.
“Tell me what you like,” she says.
Anthony doesn’t reply, but kisses her for a little while instead, enjoying the taste of her. Finally, he pulls away and stands up, his erection pressing uncomfortably against the front of his jeans. When he reaches down to take them off, he sees her eyes drop lower. She reaches her hand out, molding her palm against him.
He undoes the top button and she wants to help, so he lets her. She undoes the rest of them and together they push his pants and boxer briefs off, then his socks. His cock is jutting out and Natalie puts a hand on him, grasping him, while the other one cups his balls.
He breathes out a low sigh.
Her fingers are cool and inviting and his eyes close for a moment as he gives in to the sensation. She strokes him lightly and he reaches out for her breasts again, can’t help himself, her skin so soft that he doubts he could ever get tired of touching her.
Bending his head, he kisses her mouth, exploring her. She’s sweet and eager. Their tongues slide over each other.
But then Natalie changes tactics and grips him harder. He’s leaking and she rubs the liquid over the head of his dick and under the rim and it feels good. Her other hand is gently massaging his balls and it’s all feeling a little too over-the-top good.
Anthony opens his eyes. He doesn’t want to have to start reciting the Periodic Table again.
“Do you like that?” she asks softly.
“Yeah.” He lets outs a breath. “I like it too much.”
He takes her hands and tucks them safely behind his back. Then he reaches for her, drawing her close. Her soft body, the cushion of her breasts, it all fits so well into his. She tilts her head up to kiss him again and when he reaches down with both hands to knead her plump ass, a hard jolt of lust hits him.
“Natalie,” he says, his voice husky. “I need you. Now.”
He looks into her face and is relieved to see she’s nodding with understanding. “I want that, too.” And then she hesitates. “Do you have a condom?”
“In my wallet.”
She smiles. “So guys really do carry those in their wallets.”
He grins back a little, but is too aroused to joke around much. Besides, it’s true. Ever since he got Nicole pregnant all those years ago, he never goes without a condom, no matter what. Even if the woman he’s with is using birth control.
“Is it in your pants?” She looks down on the floor.
He motions toward the chair. “It’s in my jacket.” He makes a move to get it, but she’s already headed there and he lets her go, wanting to watch her walk naked. The sway of her breasts and that bit of ass jiggle is enticing. Once again, he wishes the room wasn’t so dim. Next time the lights are staying on.
“Which pocket?” she asks, holding up his motorcycle jacket.
“Left,” he tells her, his eyes wandering down her body. Even her legs are curvaceous and pretty. “I mean, right. The right pocket.”
I sound like an idiot.
“Is it okay if I get it out myself?”
“Sure.”
She finds the condom and then stuffs his wallet away again. He watches her walk back toward him, her breasts bouncing with every step, the sight sending more jolts of lust through him. By the time she’s in front of him, holding up the condom packet, he’s already reaching out for her. Now that it’s close—and he’s finally going to have her—excitement is pounding through him. His cock feels thick and hard and all he wants is to grab Natalie and sink into her.
Get a grip.
He swallows and even closes his eyes. Anthony can’t remember the last time he wanted a woman this badly, but he knows he needs to keep a clear head.
He pulls her onto the bed and has her lie on top of him, thinking maybe it will help him calm down. But he’s wrong. She smells so good, like a woman, but also like vanilla and cream. Her skin is silky all over and even her soft hair falling around him is turning him on.
Without a thought, he wraps his arms around her and rolls them both over, so he’s on top. He puts his face in her neck, kissing and licking her skin. But he wants to be closer. She’s breathing hard, grabbing his shoulders, and he reaches downward between her thighs. His fingers slip through her folds, into all that slick heat.
And then he can’t wait any longer. Sitting up partway, he asks Natalie where the condom went.
“I still have it,” she says, holding it up.
He takes it from her and sits up more.
“Should I put it on for you?” she asks.
“No . . . it’s best if I do it myself.”
“Okay.” She lets out her breath. “I wouldn’t know what to do, anyway.”
“What do you mean?” He looks over at her.
“We never used them. I’m on the pill. And I’ve never been with anyone else, so . . .”
“Anyone else—ever?”
Natalie seems embarrassed and doesn’t say anything f
or a moment before finally nodding.
Anthony stills, trying to take in the enormity of what she’s telling him. “You’ve never been with another man besides your ex-husband?”
“That’s right,” she says softly.
He sits up and stares at her. Something like this had never even occurred to him. And if he’s honest, he’s not sure how he feels about it.
“It’s not like I’m a virgin, so you can stop looking at me like that.”
Anthony doesn’t know what to say. He’s quiet, thinking it over, and then finally, he knows what to do. “Come here, Natalie. I’m going to show you how to put on a condom.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?” She sits up and Anthony smiles to himself.
“First off, this is the only condom we have, so try not to break it, okay?”
She nods solemnly. “Yes, Professor.”
Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he pulls it out. Holding it up for her, he explains how it slides down over his cock. “But you need to leave the gap at the top.”
“Why?”
“So there’s room for when . . . I come.”
Her eyes go dark and she licks her lips. “I see,” she says in a low voice.
Which hopefully won’t be any time in the next five minutes.
“Here,” he says, handing it to her.
She considers the condom, then looks at him. “Why don’t you lie down and I’ll put it on you.”
Anthony lies back on the bed, but stays propped up on his elbows, while Natalie positions herself at his waist.
She takes her time and doesn’t put the condom on right away, instead running her hand over his cock, fondling him. His pulse jumps. It feels so good that it’s hard not to let go and enjoy it. Not to mention the view of those magnificent breasts as she leans over. Between the red light and watching the way Natalie is touching him, there’s something almost surreal about the experience.
His hips are moving with the motion of her hand and his breath is getting more unsteady. “Anytime would be good now,” he tells her.
“So I slide it over your cock,” she imitates the motion with her hand on his shaft, “and then I leave the space on top,” she rubs her thumb over the head, “for when you come.”
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