You Are My Air: Breathless Book 1

by Samantha Wolfe

  "I can't wait."

  "Me too, sweetheart." My voice softened. "I'm going to let you go, so you can get some rest. What time are you coming over tomorrow morning?"

  "How about eight?"

  "I'll see you then," I told her. "Good-bye, Natalie."

  "Bye, David." Her voice was filled with affection.

  I ended the call and sat there smiling like an imbecile for a few moments before I decided to go to bed. The phone call helped. I still missed her and was regretting my decision to stay home tonight, but talking to her took the edge off of my growing dependence on her. I felt like an addict who had gotten a fix, and I was pretty sure I'd be in withdrawal again long before Natalie showed up at eight.

  **********

  I was pacing impatiently in the living room when I saw Natalie's car pull up in front of my house at eight. I paused and watched her through the window as she got out of her car, then walked up the sidewalk with a duffel bag in one hand and a garment bag in the other. Her tight black running pants made her ass look amazing as she walked past the large front window where I was standing. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

  I was opening the front door as she set foot on the porch before I had even realized I had moved from the window. She smiled when she looked at me, and it hit me hard; making me feel almost weak. "Good morning, Natalie." I took her bags from her and ushered her into my house ahead of me, so I could admire her backside again.

  "It's definitely good now." She looked back over her shoulder at me; eying me up and down.

  "Let me put your bags in my room, then we can go for that run." I stepped past her and headed down the hall. I hung her garment bag on top of the open bedroom door and set her duffel bag on the floor nearby. I was starting to think that delayed gratification with Natalie was losing its appeal this morning. I wanted to peel her pants down her legs and shove my face between her thighs. I wanted to thrust my cock into her and feel her fall apart around me. I took in a breath and let it out in a rush. I stood there for a few moments, rubbing my hand through my beard and trying to get control of my raging libido.

  When I finally walked back out into the living room, Natalie was on my couch with her long beautiful legs crossed on the coffee table. My Watchman graphic novel was open in her lap.

  "You can borrow that if you want." I leaned down over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to her temple. She smelled amazing. I trailed my fingertips along the side of her long neck, making her sigh.

  "I might do that." She leaned her head to the side exposing more of her neck to me. I thought about sinking my teeth into the muscle there, but knew if I started doing that, there would be no run this morning. As much as I wanted her body right now, I wanted to spend some time with her first. I loved talking to her, and I didn't want her to think that all I wanted from her was sex.

  I pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck and stood up straight. "Are you ready to go?" I asked her as I continued staring at her neck.

  She rose with a nod, placing my book back on the coffee table. "Where are we running today?" She came around the couch, smiling at me. She stopped when she was standing right in front of me.

  "I thought we would head out the front door and run through the neighborhood." I brushed my hand through her long ponytail when what I really wanted to do was wrap it around my fist and kiss her senseless.

  "You can kiss me, you know." She smirked as she looked at me and placed her hands on my chest. "I don't bite."

  "Liar," I whispered back in amusement as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her body fit perfectly against mine and I breathed in her intoxicating scent.

  "You love it when I bite you," she whispered back then sucked my lower lip into her mouth and latched on with her teeth. Pleasure rushed through me; all the way down to my toes. I couldn't believe what this woman did to me. I groaned as she worried at my lip, sucking and pulling on it. I took control of the kiss, sucking her lower lip into my mouth and kissing her deeply and thoroughly until my arousal threatened to overwhelm me.

  I tore my mouth away from hers with a groan. "We need to stop, sweetheart," I told her in a hoarse voice.

  "I don't want to stop." She pouted as her hands flew up to my head and she twisted her fingers into my hair and pulled. God, she knew all my triggers already. I moaned and grabbed her hips, pulling her toward mine and showing her how she effected me as I ground my growing erection against her pelvis.

  "If we stop now," I said, "I promise you can do whatever you want to me in the shower when we get back." Her eyes lit up with that suggestion. We hadn't taken a shower together yet, and it appeared that she liked the idea as much as I did.

  "Okay," she conceded and let me step back to put some distance between our bodies, so I could think straight. I took her hand and led her out the front door as I pulled my house key out of my pocket and locked the deadbolt on the way out.

  It was chilly, but the sun was out. The tall mature trees along the street looked beautiful with all the reds and golds of their turning leaves. We set off down the street at a relaxed pace to warm up our muscles, chatting about the week and other trivial things. She was so easy to talk to, and I felt so comfortable being with her. The more we were together the more I realized how much I had missed this connection with another person. I didn't feel lonely anymore, and the fear seemed to lessen the more time I spent with her. I thought I would never feel this way again.

  We ran five miles, by the time we got back to the house. We were both sweaty and wound up while we stretched on the floor in the living room as she giggled at how inflexible my body was compared to hers. She suggested that I try yoga, and she glared at me when I told her what she could do with that suggestion.

  When we finished, I took her hand and led her down the hall to my bathroom. We undressed each other in silence, running our hands all over each other. I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before stepping in and pulling Natalie in with me. I pressed my body against hers, gripping her ass and grinding my pelvis into hers, my erection hot and hard between us. Her eyes turned wicked, and I watched with fascination as she knelt down in front of me.

  She ran her wet tongue up and down my shaft, making me moan and my body tremble. I cradled her head in my hands and let her do what she wanted, giving up control and letting go like I had never done with her before. She teased me for several long frustrating minutes, and I relished the feeling, knowing it was leading to something amazing. I was practically begging by the time she finally took me into her warm soft mouth, and I thought my legs might give out as she deep-throated me in one sudden thrust of her head.

  "Natalie," I moaned her name. She hummed in contentment as she took me in and out of her mouth again and again. She started sucking and moving her tongue in delightful circles that had me panting and fighting not to come already. "Natalie, please stop. I'm going to come," I said breathlessly, but she ignored me and dug her fingers into my ass, keeping me where she wanted me. She picked up speed, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, her deep moans of pleasure vibrating up through me.

  "Fuck!" I shouted as I finally fell apart, my cock jerking and my body convulsing as I came in her mouth. I had to put a hand on the shower wall to keep myself upright, the other still buried in her hair. She swallowed everything I gave her, as her triumphant eyes locked on mine. I shuddered and moaned as my climax came to an end. She licked me clean with a look of almost reverent adoration then smiled up at me when she was finished with smug satisfaction in her green eyes.

  "Good girl," I told her softly as I brushed my knuckles down her cheek and smiled down at her. I helped her stand and pulled her tight against me. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back then kissed her, thanking her wordlessly with slow passionate strokes of my tongue until she was moaning and writhing against me. "My turn, sweetheart." I growled as I knelt down in front of her. I picked up one of her feet and set it on the edge of the tub. I leaned
in and licked her pussy once slowly, pulling the lips apart with my fingertips as the warm water beat down on my back. She groaned and gripped my hair until it stung along my scalp, making me growl deep in my throat. I began pushing my tongue in and out of her wetness with slow thrusts, enjoying the way her body shivered from the sensations.

  "David, please," she begged.

  I pulled back for a second. "Please, what?" I looked up at her desperate face.

  "Please, I need to come." Her eyes pleaded in a way that made my chest constrict.

  I nodded and took her clit between my teeth. I started sucking and biting until she began keening out her orgasm, a burst of wetness hitting my chin as her body trembled and shook. I looked up and saw pure ecstasy on her face, and it filled me with a deep pleasure that I had this effect on her.

  I stood abruptly and spun her around, bending her at the waist with a hand and pulling her ass toward me with the other. I gripped her hip and rubbed the head of my already erect penis through her folds then thrust into her hard and deep. She rose up on her toes and wailed at the sudden invasion as she slapped her hands onto the wall for support. I fucked her hard and fast, keeping her wailing the entire time as I slammed into her over and over again. I fisted her hair in my right hand and pulled her head up, making her arch her back and push herself back against me.

  I felt my release approaching and changed my angle, finding that perfect spot inside her that always made her come. I hit it repeatedly, pulling harder on her hair, knowing the pain would set her off. She squealed as her orgasm hit her, her insides clamping down like a vise and sending me right over the edge with her, shouting incoherently and pulling her into my arms as I pushed into her as far as I could go. The pleasure was off the charts, leaving me disoriented and out of breath. When it was over, I could barely hold both of us upright as I felt Natalie's legs wobble and almost give out.

  "David," she mumbled. "That was...that was..."

  "Incredible, sweetheart," I panted out, surprised I could form words. "I know."

  It took several long minutes before we calmed down as we held each other under the spray of warm water. Then we washed each other silently, knowing nothing more needed to be said as we adored each other's bodies with our hands and eyes.

  **********

  I had been struggling with the bow-tie of my tux for some time now. I stubbornly refused to give up and ask for Natalie's help. I was staring into my bedroom mirror so intently as I tried to get it right yet again, that I didn't notice Natalie had come out of my bathroom.

  "Having a problem?" she said wryly.

  "I haven't worn this thing since Mom's wedding." I turned facing Natalie. "I can't get this damn thing..." I trailed off when I saw Natalie; my train of thought crashing to a halt when I saw what she was wearing. I think my mouth might actually have been hanging open. She was stunning in a royal blue mid-thigh length dress that hugged her curves. It had a narrow band of sequins around her tiny waist and another band around her neck. Her long slender arms were bare up to the shoulder, letting me admire her perfect skin. The dress didn't show any cleavage, but it hugged her breasts closely, making them look amazing. She had curled her long light brown hair, and it cascaded around her face. Her makeup was flawless, and highlighted her large green eyes and full lips to perfection.

  She smiled smugly at me. "Do you like my dress?" she asked, even though she knew damn well that I did. She spun in a circle, and I admired the expanse of bare skin showing where the dress dipped down almost to her waist at the back. Her legs went on forever, and her three-inch black heels were heart-stopping. She looked absolutely beautiful.

  "I love that dress," I said when I could manage speech again. "You look gorgeous, Natalie." I left the forgotten bow-tie hanging undone around my neck and approached her. I ran my hands down her soft hair, slid them down her bare arms, and stopped when they rested on her waist. I pulled her close and breathed in her subtle perfume, fighting the urge to kiss her and ruin her makeup.

  Natalie ran her hands up my torso, sliding them over the white shirt I was wearing, and began tying my bow-tie without me even having to ask. "If you're this hot now, I can't wait until you put on your jacket." She smiled as her fingers moved effortlessly at my neck. I was very aware of her body's proximity to mine, and desire uncoiled itself inside me as I thought about ripping her dress off right now. My hands tightened at her waist unconsciously. She paused and met my eyes. "Don't get any ideas, mister," she said with a glare. "All this took over an hour, and you can't mess it up until after the dinner."

  "Get out of my head, woman," I growled at her, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

  "I'd better," she said with a sly look in her eyes as she returned her attention to my tie. "I don't know if your nerdiness is contagious. Best not take the chance."

  "But you said I was hot," I reminded her.

  "Just because I'm attracted to nerds, doesn't mean I want to be one."

  "I see." I brushed her hair off one of her slender shoulders. "We're good enough to sleep with but not enough for you to be one of us."

  "Exactly," she said with a wicked smile. "I'll need you to keep this on the down-low though. I can't have word getting out that I'm fraternizing with known nerds."

  "Your secret is safe with me," I told her. "We wouldn't want a word of your nerd fetish getting out." I took one of her hands and brought her palm to my lips. I pressed a soft kiss to the center of it, and she sighed with pleasure. "Though I am glad I'm the focus of it."

  She didn't stop me as I ran my lips along her bare arm, loving the feel of her smooth skin. I slowly kissed my way up her arm to her shoulder, pausing next to the collar of her dress to nip gently at the soft skin there. A low moan escaped her lips, filling me with satisfaction. I straightened and met her eyes again, seeing her desire, and I swear something more that made my chest tight. A flutter of fear traveled through my body, and I pushed it away with an effort of will. I wanted this woman, and I wasn't going to let my insecurities stand in my way anymore.

  "Did I tell you that I have a fetish too?" I asked her softly.

  "You mean besides biting?" she asked facetiously.

  A corner of my lip curled up at her comment as I continued. "I have a Natalie fetish. Everything you do turns me on." Her answering smile was radiant and lit up her beautiful face. I ran my knuckles against her cheek.

  "Are you trying to seduce me right now?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "Because it's working and you're killing me."

  "I'd apologize, but I wouldn't mean it. I will stop torturing you though." I dropped my hand reluctantly, and Natalie finished fixing my bow-tie. It took all my effort not to pick her up and throw her on the bed.

  "There." She stepped back to admire her work. "That's perfect." She picked my jacket up from where I had draped it on the bed and helped me slip it on. Her eyes darkened as they traveled up and down my body. "You have got to be the hottest nerd whom I have ever laid eyes on."

  "I'm not anywhere near as hot as you, sweetheart." My voice came out low and seductive as I stepped toward her.

  "Stop right there, David," she warned me with a raised hand. "No messing around, we need to go. If we're late, my mom will freak out."

  "Alright," I conceded. "Let's go."

  Natalie grabbed her silk wrap and her small clutch. I offered her an elbow and escorted her out of my room then out to my car.

  A little over a half-hour later, we were entering the convention center downtown after letting the valet take my car when we arrived. Natalie suddenly seemed really nervous as the arm she had hooked around mine tightened. I pulled her closer to comfort her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked her quietly as we walked along with the throng of impeccably dressed rich people. I was happy that Mom had insisted on buying me a black Armani tux for her wedding. No one looked twice at me like I didn't belong here.

  "I want you to like my family," she said in an uneasy tone.

  "Why wouldn't I?"

  "Because we'
re dysfunctional and my mother is crazy."

  "I work with dysfunctional and crazy every day, Natalie," I told her with a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of her arm. "I can handle it." She nodded, but still seemed nervous, and I concentrated on staying relaxed and calm for her.

  She seemed a little better, by the time we entered the massive ballroom. It must have been the largest room in the building. The room was decorated in red, black, and silver, giving it a very formal appearance. There were dozens of round tables covered in white table clothes and set perfectly with fine China and black napkins. There was a large stage set up on the other end of the room where I assumed the awards and charity auction would take place.

  "Where to, Natalie?" I asked as we paused just inside the room.

  "Our table will be up by the stage."

  I nodded and led her through the crowd to the far end of the room. Several people came up to us to talk to Natalie. She was polite and introduced me to all of them, but I could tell she had very little interest in any of them. I was happy that even though she grew up around these kinds of people, she wasn't like them at all.

  We stopped when we reached a table just to the right of the stage. I noticed a tall slender woman that bore a striking resemblance to Natalie. Her curly auburn hair was shoulder length and perfectly styled, as was her makeup. She wore a floor-length shimmering silver dress with cap sleeves and a subtle lace pattern. She was almost too perfectly put together, but I supposed that reflected what Natalie had told me about how important appearances were to her. I was even happier about my Armani tux now, not because I cared what her mother thought of me, but because I wanted Natalie to be proud of having me on her arm.

  "Mom?" Natalie said, getting her mother's attention.

  "Natalie, honey," her mother said with affection as she turned toward her daughter with a genuine smile. "I'm so glad you came." She pulled her daughter into a tight embrace. Then she stepped back and looked at me, her face lighting up as she eyed me up and down.