I knew things between us had gotten more serious after I confessed my love to her, but that didn't mean she wanted to rush into anything. Given my track record with Paige, neither should I. Then I remembered that damn phone call at lunch. I glanced toward the other room. I needed to tell Natalie about it, but considering how talk of Paige tended to make her angry; I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her at all. However, I didn't want to start hiding things from her, even if they upset her.
Natalie came back in to get the bottle of wine on the counter next to me and smiled at me brightly. I managed to return her smile as I handed her the wine opener from a nearby drawer, and I decided to tell her after dinner. I didn't want to ruin her good mood just yet. I'd get to that soon enough.
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It was getting late, and I still hadn't told her about Paige's phone call. We were on the couch with Natalie curled up against me and George lying across my ankles, as I played my newest action-adventure video game. I was ecstatic to find out that though she didn't play herself, she enjoyed watching me play them. In fact, she was actually cheering me on and helping me navigate through the difficult parts. She was literally the perfect woman for me, and I was falling in love with her more every day.
"Wow," she said sarcastically as I died for the tenth time in the same place. "You suck. Maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." She was draped across me with her head on my chest. I started the section over again and died almost immediately. "Oops, too late," she mumbled under her breath.
I growled at her in irritation. "Let's see you try it."
"No thank you," she answered as she turned her head to look at me. "I'm not dumb enough to embarrass myself like that. Besides, I'd like some of your attention now, please." Her eyes darkened as she pushed her hand up under my shirt and ran it gently up my belly to my chest, running her fingertips through my chest hair. I trembled at the feel of her skin on mine. I loved it when she touched me, but I needed to tell her about Paige before I let her distract me.
"Natalie," I began in a serious tone. "I need to tell you something."
Her hand stilled on my chest. "That sounds ominous. Are you cheating on George with another cat?" she asked flippantly.
I snorted out a laugh. "No, it's nothing like that. I'm a one cat man." I paused and worried at my lower lip for a moment, regretting my decision to tell her. I didn't want to darken the mood, but I didn't have a choice now.
"What is it David?" she asked as she raised her head and her eyes filled with concern as she met my eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Paige called me today." I forced out the words.
"What?!" Natalie asked as she sat up abruptly. I watched her eyes flash with anger. "What the hell did she want?"
"I don't know," I responded with a shake of my head. "I didn't answer the call."
"Did she leave a voice mail?"
"Yes, but I deleted it." I told her, my voice becoming hard. "I don't want to hear anything she has to say to me."
"Good," Natalie said vehemently. "I don't know who that bitch thinks she is, calling you out of the blue and fucking with you like this. Hasn't she hurt you enough already?"
"You would think," I replied quietly as the pain rose up inside me again. I pulled my eyes from Natalie and stared unseeing at the television screen. When would the pain go away? When would I be able to think or talk about this without it affecting me so badly?
Natalie touched my face with gentle fingers, and I glanced back at her to see her eyes still bright with anger. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her brow was furrowed in concern. "It makes me so angry that she can still hurt you like this. I hate that woman."
Natalie's very vocal hatred of Paige and her protectiveness, touched me. Her love helped temper the pain. I let out a deep sigh and leaned my face into her touch. "I don't want to think about her anymore tonight," I said quietly. "I want to do something else now." I reached up and cradled her face in my hand, watching the ire in her eyes fade away and desire take its place. I pulled her closer and put my lips against hers. I kissed her slowly and passionately, exploring her with my tongue. She made the most arousing moans and whimpers into my mouth.
I reached out blindly to put my game controller on the coffee table, and heard a thump as it fell to the floor when I missed completely. I sank both hands into Natalie's thick hair and kissed her harder, needing to feel my connection to her to wipe away the pain that thoughts of Paige always caused me. She responded with a fierceness of her own that rivaled mine as she sank her teeth into my lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. She ran her fingernails down my chest and over my nipples painfully, setting me on fire, and I was undone. I pulled my lips from hers with a growl, a dark dominant part of me coming to the fore.
"Naked. Now," I told her in a deep commanding voice.
"Yes, sir," she whimpered and stood immediately. I sat up and watched her avidly as she pulled her black sweater off over her head, her eyes fixing on mine as it dropped to the floor. I stared up at her purple lace bra helplessly. Her tits were gorgeous, and I could just make out her rosy nipples through the lace. She worked open the button and zipper of her jeans slowly, milking it out and driving me insane. Her matching purple lace thong riveted my attention as she lowered her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.
"Damn, you look so sexy," I growled out. "Come here." Her triumphant smile at my reaction was even hotter as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me with her knees pressed into the couch. I grabbed her waist in both hands and placed an open mouth kiss between her breasts. I laved my tongue across her soft skin making her arch her back and push her breasts toward to me. Her fingers tangled into my hair, and she pulled me tighter against herself.
"David, please," she whimpered.
"Did I say you could speak?" I asked her sternly as I pulled back to meet her eyes.
"No, sir," she answered softly as she writhed against me in my lap. Her face was a mask of desperate need as her fingers clung tightly to my hair.
"If you don't talk, then you can come as often as you want," I told her firmly. "Can you do that for me, Natalie?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered, my promise of her release stilling her.
"That's my good girl," I said, my voice softening with approval. "Feel free to make all the other noise you want. I want to hear you scream, sweetheart." I took her face in my hands and kissed her again, hard and almost painfully this time, showing her how she affected me and the depth of my need. I reached around to the clasp at the back of her bra and unhooked it, pulling it off her arms without breaking our kiss. I palmed both of her breasts, kneading them and thumbing her hard nipples. She let out a deep moan and started clawing at my shirt.
"Go ahead," I told her as I broke the kiss. "Take my shirt off." I had to stifle a laugh as she practically ripped my shirt as she jerked it off over my head and threw it aside. Then her hands were all over the bare skin of my chest and belly, and my amusement was replaced by stark need.
"Stand up," I said as I lifted her off my lap to help her stand. I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down her long legs, and she placed a warm hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of them. I wadded them up in my hand and stuffed them into my pocket. "You can't have this back until tomorrow," I explained. "I want you naked until then. I want to be able to fuck you whenever I like." I pressed my nose into the juncture between her legs, breathing in her intoxicating scent. I groaned as I nuzzled the short curls there, thinking about how good she tasted and wanting to lick her there.
"Put your left foot up on the couch." I touched her left knee and guided her foot onto the cushion next to my right thigh. I placed a gentle kiss on her pussy, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a shudder as she moaned. She put her hands on my shoulders for support, and I laved my tongue across her tender flesh, from her opening to her swollen clit. Natalie whimpered and thrust her pelvis against my mouth. Damn, she tasted so good, and I hummed in pleasure as I licked and sucked on every inch of he
r pussy until her body thrummed with pent up arousal.
A pleading whine escaped her lips, but she managed not to talk. I rewarded her by latching onto her clit with my lips and teeth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. I dug my fingers into her ass and felt her body contract then expand with her release, a keening sound bursting from her lips as she came. Her nails clawed into my shoulders with an exquisite sting of pain. I growled into her folds as I lapped up her release with deep almost penetrating strokes of my tongue as she shuddered against me.
"Did you like that, sweetheart?" I asked her in a deep growl. "You can answer me."
"Yes, sir," she whispered breathlessly.
I let go of her ass and gently spread her lips apart with my fingertips and thrust my tongue into her. She gasped and started to moan out my name, but caught herself after the first syllable. I chuckled at her near slip up, and I felt her right leg start to buckle. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her up, then began sucking on her clit again. I brought her to another orgasm within seconds, and lapped up her release eagerly.
"Such a good girl," I crooned. "Do you want my cock now, Natalie? Do want me inside you?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered out pathetically. "Please, sir."
"Turn around." I let out a deep moan when her perfect ass was in my face. I pressed a firm kiss to each cheek, then unfastened my jeans and pushed them along with my boxer briefs down my legs and kicked them off. I stroked my erection slowly as I stared at her ass. "I want you to ride me, Natalie. I'm going to be so deep inside you." I spread my legs, so she could step back between them. I grabbed her hip in one hand and pulled her down, lining my cock up with her entrance as she slowly lowered herself onto my lap.
She was so wet from her previous orgasms that I slid into her tight wetness easily. I felt her body trembling as I penetrated her slowly, a mewling whine falling from her lips until she was sitting on my lap. She was so warm and soft and tight, that I groaned and grabbed her hips to press myself into her deeper. Natalie arched her back and wailed as she came on my cock, her insides rippling around me.
"Yes," I snarled out between clenched teeth. "That's it, Natalie. Come for me."
"D..." she began, but I interrupted her.
"Careful," I warned her in a deep husky voice as I fought to control myself. "Don't talk or you don't come anymore." She whined, but managed not to speak.
I gripped her hips tightly and began pumping her against me, the head of my cock hitting a spot deep inside her that made her wail every time I hit it. I reached up with one hand to wrap it around her throat the way she liked, squeezing slightly as I thrust into her sharply. It set off a massive orgasm that made her arch her back and scream so loudly that I thought the neighbors might hear her. I kept going through her release, thrusting up into her faster and faster, guiding her with a hand on her hip. She came again and again until she was limp, and I was holding her up.
Her plaintive whimpers were my undoing, and I exploded inside her, pleasure bursting inside me and racing out to my limbs. I shouted her name repeatedly as the orgasm annihilated me from the inside out. I pushed deeply up into her and pressed my face against her shoulder, biting down hard on the soft skin there. She wailed and came again until we were both panting and spent. Her body slumped boneless back against mine as she continued to mewl through the aftershocks of her pleasure.
"Good girl," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her torso and held her tight. "Tye moe povitrya, my Natalie. I love you."
"I love you, David," she whispered back breathlessly. The only thing that existed in my world at that moment was my connection with her. She was my everything. She was the balm to my pain, the cure for my broken heart. She was my air, and I couldn't breath without her anymore.
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On Sunday, I took Natalie to Diana's for dinner instead of Mom's house, so that my sister didn't have to travel anywhere so soon after her C-section. Sitting in a car was excruciating for Diana, especially every time that Tony hit a bump, so Mom decided to move everything to Diana's house instead. Diana and Tony lived in a new addition in a brand-new house that they had only been in for less than a year. It was a beautiful two-story four-bedroom home, but I thought it lacked the character than mine did. My house was over eighty years old, and they just didn't build houses like that anymore.
Mom and Baba were in the kitchen cooking when we arrived, and they both had huge grins on their faces when they saw Natalie walk in with me. She was greeted with hugs and kisses on her cheek. Natalie looked startled and touched by the attention. I was suspicious now that Diana had told them about our recent break-up. They were acting like there had been a real chance of never seeing her again, and they were right. Thank God for Natalie's stubbornness and Diana's good sense, or she wouldn't be here right now. I was such an idiot last Saturday that I still felt guilty and embarrassed about it.
Thoughts of Saturday made me wonder what else my sister had told them. I wasn't sure how I felt about the possibility of them knowing the truth about Paige. On one hand, I didn't want to deal with their sympathy, on the other it would save me having to tell them myself and reliving the whole horrid thing again. My question was answered when neither of them greeted me any differently than normal. They were much more interested in Natalie, and they focused most of their attention on her, asking her how she was doing and about her job. It amused me to no end. I was happy that they cared for her as much as I did.
"Where's Diana?" I asked, interrupting their conversation with Natalie.
"She's upstairs nursing Maria," Mom answered me absently then continued talking to Natalie. I smirked as I left them to it, noting Natalie's happy expression as I walked out of the kitchen. I passed through the living room to see Tony and Joe playing with the boys. I waved a greeting as I headed upstairs to find my sister. I turned left at the top of the stairs and paused to knock on the door frame before looking in.
"Diana?" I asked quietly. "Can I come in?"
"Come on in," she answered after a moment. "I'm covered now."
I walked in to find Diana smiling brightly at me while sitting in a rocking chair with a nursing cover draped across her chest. "How are you feeling?" I asked her softly as I took a seat in a nearby chair.
"Not bad," she answered. "Still pretty sore and tired, but my incision is healing well. It just takes time."
"How is Maria?"
"Perfect," Diana said with a radiant smile. "She's absolutely perfect. She's an eating and pooping machine."
"Is she keeping you awake all night?"
"She actually a pretty easy baby," Diana admitted proudly. "She's a lot easier than the boys ever were, so far anyway." She reached under the cover for a moment then pulled it off after she had covered herself back up with her shirt. Maria looked content and sleepy after her meal, making little cooing noises that were adorable.
"Can I hold her?" I asked softly, trying to ignore the pang of loss inside me when I looked at the tiny infant. I didn't want it to affect my relationship with my niece. It was something I was just going to have to learn to live with and hope that it went away with time.
"Are you sure?" my sister asked with a worried look on her face.
I nodded and stood. I carefully took the baby from her mother then sat back down in my chair.
"I'm going to go check on the boys," Diana announced as she carefully stood up from the rocking chair. She quietly left the room, instinctively knowing that I needed a moment alone with Maria. I stared at her perfect little face and felt the pain strengthen inside me, threatening to overwhelm me again. I shoved it down, refusing to let it control me. Maria was my family, and I didn't want to feel this way when I was around her.
She fell asleep within moments. I cradled her in my arms, thinking about my loss and trying not to cry for quite a while until I felt someone watching me. I was surprised when I looked up and saw Natalie in the doorway.
"Diana sent me to get you for dinner," she said, her voice filled w
ith concern as she looked at the baby then at me. I don't know what my face looked like, but it must not have been good from the way she was eying me warily. She walked into the room and took a seat in the rocking chair next to me. She pursed her lips as she reached out and caressed Maria's tiny head. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
I pulled my eyes away from Natalie's and gazed down at Maria again. I felt a stray tear escape my left eye and burn a trail through my beard. "No," I whispered as I shook my head. It was all that I could manage to force out. I looked up to meet Natalie's eyes again. Tears were welling up in her eyes now.
"Can I hold her?" she asked unexpectedly. To be honest, I didn't have any idea how Natalie felt about kids.
"Sure," I smiled wanly at her and carefully transferred the tiny bundle into Natalie's open arms. She settled Maria into the crook of her arm and stared down at her little face. A smile slowly worked its way across Natalie's perfect lips.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Natalie asked warmly as she put her finger in Maria's hand and watched the tiny fingers wrap around it.
As I looked on, I found myself imagining Natalie holding a different baby, one that was hers and mine, and a sudden wave of pleasure washed over me leaving goose flesh across my skin. I had never felt anything like it, not even with Paige. I wanted that with Natalie. I wanted to put a baby in her belly, and watch her grow big and round and beautiful. A shiver ran through my entire body, and a smile pulled at the corners of my lips. I caught myself before I told Natalie exactly what I was thinking, not wanting to scare the living shit out of her. The thoughts that I was having should have done that to me, but they didn't.
For the first time since Paige told me the truth, I felt hope that maybe I could have the future and the family that I had longed for, with Natalie. I wished I dared to tell her that, but I was terrified that I'd frighten her away. I needed to relax or the next thing I knew, I'd be proposing marriage and talking about having babies with her, and she'd run for the hills.
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