"Please, David," I moaned. "I want to taste you."
"This is your punishment, sweetheart," he said with an evil smile. "Maybe next time you'll only do what you're told." I let out a long whine, that abruptly died when he gripped my chin again as his fierce eyes bore into mine. "No more fucking whining. Bed. Now."
I scrambled up off the floor and practically threw myself on David's king-size bed. I laid down and had barely turned my head to look at David, when he was right there above me shoving my legs apart, his jeans and underwear off and his cock already seeking my aching swollen sex. I watched as he took the condom packet that seemed to appear out of no where, and ripped it open with his teeth. He slid it down his length with one hand.
"Can't wait anymore," he snarled as he hooked both my legs over his elbows and brought my knees almost up to my shoulders. I had never been so grateful to yoga before in my life.
He pushed into me in one hard thrust, making me cry out in equal parts pain and pleasure. I had no leverage, no control whatsoever as David began to fuck me. I felt taken, claimed, as he slammed into me again and again. His body was pulling pleasure from mine that I didn't even know existed inside me. I screamed and wailed, and I hadn't even come yet.
"Don't come," he told me, his eyes intensely focused on mine. "Not until I say. I'm not done fucking you yet."
I reached my hand down to where we were connected so I could feel him moving in and out of me. I was soaking wet, his cock moving in and out with little resistance. On a whim, I lifted my hand and pressed my fingers to his lips. His eyes widened at my actions, and when he swore, I pushed them into his mouth. He sucked on them, his tongue winding around my fingers as he tasted me on them. His eyes turned pitch black, and he went wild as he lost control completely, pounding harder and faster than I thought was even possible. There was no way in hell that I'd be able to stop the orgasm that was rising up inside me now. Thankfully, neither could David.
"Come with me!" he shouted as his cock swelled and began jerking inside me. I screamed his name as my climax immolated me, flames of scalding hot pleasure bursting out from my core and scorching its way through my entire body. I could hear David shouting my name as his body shuddered and quaked above me. I felt his cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside me, then he collapsed onto me, letting me lower my legs. It was the most amazing sexual experience of my entire life. No man had ever done anything like this to me before, and I couldn't stop the tears that flowed from my eyes.
"So good, David," I whimpered as a sob escaped me. "So good."
"Shh." David lifted his head, and looked down at me with concern and soft affection in his eyes. "I know, sweetheart. I know." I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but he caressed my cheek with gentle strokes of his fingertips, crooning comforting words to me until I finally drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
David
My body clock was always spot on, and I never used an alarm anymore. So, like every morning, I awoke at 5 A.M. and for the first time in almost a year and a half, I woke up with someone else in my bed. Terror flared to life inside me, and I tamped it down yet again. I knew the fear was completely irrational. Natalie hadn't done anything to make me distrust her, but every time something happened that felt like things were getting serious between us, the fear hit me. I pushed it away every time, thinking about how lonely I was and the things Jensen had said to me Wednesday night, but mostly I thought about how she made me feel. I was falling for her, hard and fast once I had decided to give it a chance, and this connection we were building felt like nothing I had ever felt before.
Natalie's back was pressed against my side, and my arm was falling asleep since she was using my bicep as a pillow. I turned my head and breathed in the mingled scents of her and the passion we had shared last night. Sex with Natalie was the most mind-blowing I had ever had in my life. She let me do the dark things I usually only got to fantasize about, the things I used to be ashamed of even thinking about, until my year in the Ukraine and a woman there named Elizaveta. She had been wild and into kinky things that made even me uncomfortable, but I had learned that there wasn't anything wrong with me. I just needed to find the right partners for the things I needed and wanted.
Right now, I knew exactly what I needed and wanted, to wake Natalie up with my mouth between her thighs. I eased my arm out from under her head and carefully rolled her onto her back. I sucked one of her nipples gently into my mouth and watched her closely. I wanted to turn her on, but not wake her up all the way yet. She moaned out my name in her sleep, her hips shifting with her arousal. Damn, the things hearing my name on her lips did to me. I slowly started to kiss my way down her body. I hadn't gotten to explore her like I wanted to yet; the newness and rawness of our attraction had hurried us along to the main event. Now, I wanted to give her the attention she deserved.
Her skin was silky soft and tasted amazing. I lingered a few moments around her bellybutton, my tongue circling it slowly before continuing lower. As my mouth approached the short curls of her sex, she moaned louder and spread her legs apart. I took that as an invitation. I scooted down until my face was just above her pussy, and I could smell her arousal. I breathed her in, nuzzling my nose into her soft curls. I heard her sigh, and I put her legs over my shoulders, spreading her thighs further apart.
I brushed my tongue through her folds gently the first time, moaning at the sweet taste of her. She tasted so good that it gave me the shivers, and I delved my tongue into her deeper. I didn't care when I woke her up now as I licked and sucked on her tender flesh with abandon. Her hips began to move against my face; her moans becoming deeper and needier. I felt her hands snake down under the blankets, and she moaned out my name as her fingers latch into my hair. I focused all my attention on her clit now, using my tongue and my teeth on her sweet little nub. I could feel the tension of her approaching climax making her thighs shake and quiver, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. The bite of pain drove me crazy, and I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down on it firmly. Natalie's body convulsed up off the mattress as she keened and wailed out her pleasure. I lapped up her release with deep groans of satisfaction, reveling in her taste and smell again.
When she finally fell limp, I lifted my head and crawled up her body until the blankets slipped away, and I could see her face again. Her eyes were closed as a smile played across her lips, and she raised her arms into a languid stretch.
"Good morning, Natalie," I whispered as I looked down at her.
"It's a very good morning, David," she replied as her eyes opened and focused on me.
"I'm sorry I woke you up so early," I said apologetically. "But I wanted to taste you."
"I can think of a lot worse ways to get woken up." Her smile widened, but I could tell she was still tired.
"Go back to sleep, sweetheart." I brushed her hair out of her face. "We'll go for a run when you wake up."
"But what about you?" she asked in confusion. "You didn't get to come."
"Don't worry about me. I'll get mine later." She gave me a quizzical look like she wasn't convinced. "I'm fine, Natalie. Go back to sleep." I wanted to wait, deny myself a while longer. It would make it that much better when I did get to have my release.
I laid down next to her and pulled her close, ignoring my cock's insistence for more. I had planned on getting up and letting her go back to sleep alone, but once I was holding her; I couldn't bring myself to let go of her warm pliable body. She let out a soft sigh, and settled into my arms like she was meant to be there. The fear surged up inside me again, this time accompanied by flashes of remembered pain and despair. This isn't Paige. This isn't Paige. This isn't Paige. Maybe if I chanted it enough times, my damn head would listen to me.
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I was sprawled across my couch with a book when Natalie shuffled out into the living room around seven o'clock. I had held her until almost six before I finally got up, feeling restless since I never stayed in bed that late. I gla
nced up to see that she was wearing my blue button-up shirt from last night. She only fastened the buttons barely enough to cover her breasts, and her long legs went on forever as she walked into the room.
"Good morning," she mumbled sleepily to me, her smile sweet and adorable. I sat up and laid my book on the coffee table as she came over to me. She sat down next to me, curling one perfect leg under herself and facing me. I turned toward her to stare into her beautiful green eyes, then reached over to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked her with a gentle smile.
"Like a rock," she answered, then smirked before speaking again. "Someone wore me out last night."
"I hope I didn't wear you out too much." I caressed her cheek with my fingertips. "I was looking forward to going for a run with you."
"I'm a little sore, but I'll be fine."
"Good," I said with relief. I had never dated anyone who was a runner before. I was looking forward to sharing something with Natalie that would just be about us and not be colored by my memories of the past.
"Last night was incredible." Her smile twisted wickedly.
"I agree." I leaned forward and kissed her softly, pulling back before we got too carried away. I stood and pulled her to her feet. "Come on, sweetheart."
"Where are we going?" she asked with a suggestive gleam in her eyes as I led her by the hand to my bedroom.
"You're going to get dressed." I was already dressed for our run, with loose gray athletic shorts and a long-sleeve red shirt.
"Don't you mean undressed?"
"No, sweetheart." I smiled and pulled her into an embrace. "Patience, Natalie. We can get undressed later."
"A little delayed gratification?"
"Exactly."
"Is that why you didn't let yourself get off this morning?" she asked as she shimmied her hips against me, the friction making my cock stiffen.
"I've found," I began as I grabbed her hips and ground myself against her, "that waiting makes my orgasms that much better when I finally get to come."
"Doesn't it feel like torture?" she asked as she looked up at me and licked her lips seductively.
"Yes, but I like it." I leaned in close enough for my lips to brush hers. "Just like I like a little pain with my pleasure." She closed her eyes, and her lips parted in invitation. I stepped away and swatted her tight firm ass, as her face filled with disappointment. "Your bag is on the floor by the dresser. I brought it in for you this morning. Get dressed and we can go for that run, then I'll make you breakfast. Alright?"
"Okay," she conceded with an adorable pout.
"Good girl," I murmured with an amused grin. Desire darkened her eyes at my words, then turned into a glare when she realized I was messing with her. I picked my running shoes up off the floor, and grabbed a pair of socks out of my dresser. "I'll be waiting." I winked at her and left the room, smiling wickedly to myself. Torture had never been this fun before.
A little while later, Natalie walked out into the living room again. She was wearing a form-fitting long-sleeve gray shirt, and her leggings were covered in a pattern of black-and-white flames flowing down her long toned legs. She was stunning with all the lines of her luscious body on display, and I was starting to second guess my plan for delayed gratification. I stood and stared at her, practically drooling on the floor.
"I'm ready." She smiled in satisfaction as she noticed my stunned reaction to her clothes. She stopped in front of me, and I reached out to run my fingers down the long braid of thick hair that hung down her back, thinking about the filthy things I could do to her with it wrapped around my fist.
"I'm starting to think you like this torture thing as much as I do." I stared at her full lips, remembering them being around my cock last night.
"Perhaps." Her eyes lit up wickedly as she gently dragged her fingers down my chest to the waistband of my shorts. My cock twitched as she dipped her fingertips into my shorts, and I groaned with disappointment as she pulled her hands away without actually touching me.
"Patience, David," she whispered as she patted my cheek. "Remember?"
"I take it back," I growled at her with narrowed eyes.
"Take what back?" she asked suspiciously.
"You're not a good girl at all."
"Is that a bad thing?" she asked playfully.
"Not at all, sweetheart." I smiled as I leaned in close to her ear. "In fact, I prefer you being bad." I straightened and noted her flared nostrils and heavier breathing. I turned away from her and grabbed my car keys off the end table. "Come on, Natalie," I said matter-of-factly as I reached out to her with my free hand. She took it with a smile, and I led her outside into the cool morning air. I helped her into my car then got into the driver's seat. I took her hand again and held it all the way to the park.
I parked the Audi in a spot close to the running trail I liked to use when I wasn't in the mood to deal with traffic. The park not far from my house had a three-mile loop that circled a golf course and was surrounded by lots of trees. I loved running here, especially in the fall when the leaves turned. The sky was overcast, and the air was crisp this morning. Our breath was visible as I helped Natalie out of my car. She smiled as she looked around at all the trees with their pops of red, yellow, and gold interspersed with green.
"It's beautiful here," she said as she turned to me.
"This is my favorite place to run in the fall." I took her hand again and led her across the parking lot to the edge of the paved running path. "Do you need to stretch first?" I asked her as we came to a stop.
"No," she answered sheepishly. "I probably should, but it's just easier to start running and stretch afterwords."
"Don't feel bad," I said. "I've been doing the same thing for years, and I don't think stretching beforehand makes much difference. Let's go, sweetheart."
I let go of her hand, and we set off at an easy pace. I didn't want to start out faster than Natalie could handle until I had a better gauge of her running ability, but it quickly became apparent that she could pace me easily. She had the benefit of those long beautiful legs of hers. I kept to the easy pace though, so we could talk.
"How long have you been running?" I asked her.
"A little over a year now. How about you?"
"I guess it's been about fifteen years now. I started running cross-country my freshman year in high school."
"Wow, that's a long time." She looked impressed. "Did you play any other sports?"
"No." I shook my head. "I was never much into anything else. That and I didn't fit in with the football and basketball jocks anyway."
"So you were a nerd in high school too." She smiled in amusement.
"Once a nerd, always a nerd." I returned her smile. "What were you like in high school?" I asked. "And please tell me you were a cheerleader, so I can tell all the bullies from high school that I'm banging one."
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't a cheerleader." She laughed. Damn, I loved her laugh. "I was your stereo-typical art major and pretty low on the popularity scale."
"At least you weren't on the bottom," I said with a hint of bitterness I didn't mean to let slip out. She glanced over at me with a sympathetic expression, but thankfully didn't ask about it. Instead, she asked me what high school I had gone to, and to my shock, we had gone to the same one. She had been a freshman when I was a senior, but since it was a huge school, neither of us remembered each other at all.
After that, we came to a hill, and the conversation stopped as we powered up it, bringing our knees up high with each stride. At the top of the hill, I decided to see what she could do and picked up the pace. She kept right up with me and gave me a look that said I'd have to try harder. When we got to the last half mile, she suddenly laughed as she sped up and pulled ahead of me. I took a few moments to admire her long legs and mesmerizing backside as she ran in front of me, but when she started putting some serious distance between us, I sprinted after her. I'd be damned if I let her beat me.
I caught up to her quickly, noting how focused she was as I ran past her. She sped up again, and I had to push hard to get a decent lead on her, just before I blew past where we had started. I eased down into a walk, then turned around to see her finish a few seconds behind me. She slowed and came straight toward me. I opened my mouth to gloat when she was within a few feet of me, but the raw look in her eyes startled me. She threw herself at me and plastered her mouth on mine before I could utter a word.
She latched her arms around my neck, kissing me fiercely, and I was so shocked that it took a few seconds for my mind to catch up with my body. I fisted my hands in her shirt and pulled her harder against me. I kissed her back with everything I had, our lips almost bruising each other in our frenzy to devour each other.
I heard the footsteps of another runner approaching, and I broke the kiss. Thankfully, our heavy breathing just looked like we were winded from our run and not from our raging libidos. A middle-aged guy pounded past where we were standing without a second glance. As soon he was gone, I took Natalie's hand and dragged her off into the woods, ready for this torture to be over, delayed gratification be damned. I crashed through the dead leaves and underbrush with Natalie close on my heels until I couldn't see the path anymore.
I stopped in a small clear area next to a massive oak tree. I grabbed Natalie's arms and pressed her back up against it with my body, then molded my lips to hers again, pushing my tongue roughly into her mouth and taking what I wanted. She moaned, her body undulating against mine, as she twisted her fingers into the hair on the back of my head and yanked on it painfully, just the way I liked. It set me off into a mindless frenzy as I pulled her shirt up above her chest and jerked her sports bra up, exposing her breasts. I gripped them in my hands, rolling and pinching her nipples between my fingers until she whimpered out from the pain.
"Do you like that sweetheart?" I asked her harshly as I put my mouth next to her ear. "Do you like it when I pinch your nipples? Do you like the pain?"
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