by Mia Carson
Natalie stepped away from him, and he prepared to suck up his disappointment when she reached out and yanked on his shirt, dragging him into the room with her. There were no words. Her arms snaked up around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss. Vincent returned it in kind, picked her up, and carried her farther into the room. He kicked out of his shoes as she fumbled with his shirt. Her fingers tore at the buttons as his mouth devoured hers, wanting to feel every inch she had to offer him. Their tongues warred for dominance of the kiss when his shirt finally came free and he threw it out of the way. Her nails raked down his back, and he wanted to feel her. He searched in vain for a zipper, and when he failed to find it fast enough, he knelt and gripped the slits of her dress. She stared down at him, confused until he tugged hard and the fabric ripped up to her hip.
Her eyes narrowed, and the hunger burning in those depths told him this night was only beginning.
8
The second Natalie heard the fabric rip, her blood caught fire and she needed desperately to have this man, to touch him and hear his grunts of pleasure as she explored his body and he took her. She stood before him, her dress torn and baring her right leg and the G-string beneath. Vincent spotted it, too, but he was a man of patience. His hands started at her ankles, massaging and caressing before they slithered higher. He kissed the back of her knee, and she gasped, knotting her fingers in his hair while those seeking hands of his reached up to cup her bare ass.
When the dress got in the way again, he tugged at the other slit, ripping the bottom part clean off. The act was so primal, Natalie’s heart threatened to pound out of her chest as her cleft quivered with anticipation of what this man would do with her. He kneaded her ass as his mouth licked and nipped along her thighs.
“Vincent,” she whispered, worried she would fall over.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’ll always hold you up.”
She believed him. When his warm breath brushed her soft curls, her eyes closed on a sigh. She had no idea what to expect. No man she had dated ever got past feeling up her boobs, and there was Vincent, kneeling at her feet and—
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
His mouth pressed against her clit and sucked hard through the thin, lacy fabric of her thong. She pressed his head closer on impulse, feeling his tongue poke and rub, circling her bead as his hands dragged the G-string down her legs. With the fabric gone, he tongued her cleft, spreading her legs wider with his hands. She couldn’t keep standing, there was no way, but his arm appeared around her waist again, and when he licked along her dripping cleft, she forgot why she cared whether she was standing.
He swirled around her wetness, sucking hard until her vision blurred and her hands slipped to his shoulders to keep herself upright. With each rub of his tongue, the pleasure built within her until her legs shook and she panted for air, moans slipping from her mouth. His tongue thrust within her, and she dug her nails hard into his shoulders. She thought this was as much as she could handle, but he managed to pick her up, carried her backwards to the bed, and laid her out. His mouth ravished her in seconds as he spread her legs even wider with his hands. Her hips rose and fell in time with his tonguing thrusts.
A small voice somewhere in the back of her mind said she should be embarrassed that his face was buried inside her vagina, but she was too far gone to feel anything but the ecstasy that damn mouth gave her. She rode hard against him as he grabbed her hips and held her to his lips. The orgasm grew before it shattered, dragging a scream from her mouth, the spasm shooting through her body before her limbs weakened. Gasping for air, she lifted her head to see him grinning up at her, licking his lips. Another shudder of ecstasy threatened to explode watching that single action, and she scooted to the edge of the bed. When she kissed him, leaning down over him, she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled him back with her onto the bed. Her hands worked at his belt, desperate to feel that hard cock in her hand, the one she’d felt so many times begging for her touch.
Their touches were urgent as she undid his pants, and his fingers finally found the zipper at the back of the dress. Their laughter filled the room as each worked to get the other undressed first. The second his pants were down, her hand surrounded his shaft, moving in a steady rhythm from the base to the tip. Her thumb lingered over the crown, admiring how soft the flesh was there.
He rolled them over, gently removing what remained of her dress from her body, and undid her bra with one pinch of his fingers. He tossed it over the bed and buried his face between the soft mounds of flesh. Natalie’s hand stretched lower, following the curve of his shoulders to the slope at the small of his back. His ass was taut and well-toned. She gave his cheeks a good squeeze, and he grunted before sucking her nipple hard into his mouth. Her back arched off the bed, and he spread her legs with his knee. When his tip pressed against her lips, she slithered out of his grasp and rolled him onto his back.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to taste you first.”
“If you play with him too much—shit, never mind,” he groaned. “Play away. Dear mother of God, woman.”
His hips bucked, and Natalie smirked as she ran her hand down his cock while sucking more of him into her mouth. Each time, she went down slow, lingering as her tongue massaged his flesh before letting him slip out again. While she explored what drove him crazy, his hand snuck up between his legs. His fingers spread her lips and twisted within her soaking sheath. She gasped as he spread her, stretching her. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, and he cursed, his fingers thrusting even faster within her body. Her breasts rubbed against his thigh, hardening her nipples and driving her closer to the edge again. His thumb pressed into her clit as his fingers continued their movement, each twist inside her rubbing against that small, sensual spot left untouched all this time. When she came, her mouth was around his cock, and she pumped her hand up and down, sharing her pleasure as much as she could with him before he gripped her around the waist and dragged her up his body.
When their lips met, she thought an inferno started somewhere deep in her soul. His crown pressed against her folds as his mouth trailed down her neck, kissing and caressing her breasts. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing against him until he grunted with need.
“Take your time,” he muttered, even though he clearly struggled to control himself.
Natalie reached a hand down and guided him to her quivering snatch. As he massaged her breasts, she eased onto him, both of them groaning as he stretched her for the first time. She cringed at the first slight pinch of pain and eased back off. The second time, she sank lower, making a mental note later to tell him how much she admired his control. The next time, she held her breath, and when she lowered her body completely over his, she blew out the air and embraced the pain before settling on top of him. Vincent remained perfectly still, letting her adjust. Her head fell back and she bit her lip as she rolled her hips, embracing the intoxicating feel of him stretching her to her fullest, gliding in and out so smoothly. She fell forward onto his chest, riding him at a steady pace, searching for his lips with her own. His body moved beneath her, his hips bucking up to meet her downward thrusts, pushing him even deeper. She leaned back, bending herself backwards over his legs as he held her hips steady.
The ecstasy that poured over her body drove her completely over the edge as her cry echoed around the room, joined by his sudden bellow of release as his cock swelled within her and she felt his warmth fill her depths. Trembling and enjoying every single aftershock of pleasure rippling through her body, she sank back onto his chest and he slipped out, leaving her aching for him already.
He kissed the top of her head, his chest rising and falling hard as he tried to catch his breath when he cursed. “Shit, Natalie—I wasn’t even thinking.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I meant to take you to my room. I didn’t wear a condom, I’m sorry.”
A flicker of worry filled her, but she shrugged. “I’m on the pill,
and I’m going to assume if you had anything, you would have told me, right? Well, I mean, we are married,” she reminded him. “If anything happens, it’ll only be good for our story and for us both.”
He sat up, moving her with him so she straddled his lap. “Are you saying…you want to have kids with me?”
Did she? Having children was a huge step and something she long ago gave up on. “There are quite a few things I’m finding I want to do with you, Vincent Cunningham.” She trailed her finger down his chest rising and falling with hers so his dusting of chest hairs brushed her nipples, hardening them again. “I’m saying that I find myself quite happy with you in this life. Is that crazy? It is…it’s too much, I’m sorry.”
“No,” he whispered and lifted her face towards his. “It’s not crazy at all.”
“Oh no?” A smile played across her lips, and he hugged her as he sank back to the bed.
“No. The moment I saw you—and I mean the you who came out at the reception—I knew there was no way in hell I could let you get away from me.” He sighed, his lips pursing as he glanced around. “That night, when I told you I was lonely? I was dead serious. I never found the person who made me feel…made me feel…”
“Like you were home,” she offered, and he tilted his head to meet her gaze. “That you belonged no matter how much of a freak you were.”
“Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled. “Some crazy marriage, huh?”
“Some crazy marriage.” Her cheek met his chest and she closed her eyes, calmed by the steady thudding of his heart beneath his breast. “So,” she whispered, her hand snaking down his body. “How long until we can…uh, try this again?”
She wrapped her fingers around him, and he growled deep in his throat as he rolled her onto her back.
“Not long at all,” he promised.
The golden rays seeped through the window, warning Vincent it was close to time for him to get up and head to work, but there was no leaving the house for him today. The light touched Natalie’s bare back, the sheet pooled at her hips as she snuggled with a pillow. Her light snores brought a grin to his lips as he lightly traced the lines of the massive tattoo again. To see such an intricate piece of art on someone’s skin fascinated him, but this one had meaning.
His body protested when he shifted, sore from their all-night exploration of each other’s bodies. Every little moan she made taught him exactly what she liked, and he drove her mad several different times. Not that she didn’t pay him back in kind. Never did he think a mouth could wring that much pleasure from his body.
Natalie shifted beneath his hand, though she remained fast asleep. He longed to kiss the side of her breast and nibble her ribs, but watching her sleep was as comforting as seeing her smile or hearing her laughter. Her face was the most relaxed he’d seen it since they met. Sadly, though, nature called. He slipped silently from the bed and tiptoed down the hall to use his bathroom so as not to wake her. When he was finished, he slipped into a pair of low-slung jeans, and avoiding the creaky stairs, he considered brewing a pot of coffee. Breakfast didn’t sound like such a bad idea, and his stomach rumbled in agreement. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed Billy’s number when his gaze landed on the flowers and an idea popped into his head.
“What’s up, boss?” Billy asked through a yawn. “It’s barely six, you know that, right?”
“Damn, sorry. I wasn’t looking at the time. I’m letting you know I’m off the radar for today. I’m about to call my assistant and let her know too.”
“And may I ask the reason?”
“The reason is tucked upstairs in bed. I’ll let you figure out the rest,” he muttered as he found pancake batter in the pantry and set a mixing bowl on the counter.
“Understood. I don’t think you have anything pertinent today.”
“Good. And we’re still good about next weekend?”
“Yes, you are. I’ve shifted everything to next month to ensure you have plenty of time, so you’re welcome. Can I go back to sleep now?”
“Yes, fine, go back to sleep. Bye, Billy.”
His friend mumbled something along the lines of the same before he hung up. Vincent hummed as he mixed the pancake batter and cooked a very large stack to place on a plate with syrup and butter on the side. He made a pot of coffee, filling two mugs. Every few seconds, he checked the house for signs of Natalie stirring but heard nothing. When breakfast was ready, he plucked one of the tulips from the vase of flowers and carried it in his mouth while he held the tray of food and coffee in his hands. Chuckling quietly to himself as he climbed the stairs, he waited anxiously to see her eyes when he woke her up this morning.
Setting the tray on the dresser, he took the tulip, slipped out of his jeans, and climbed carefully back into bed. She mumbled under her breath and he froze, but she snuggled closer to the pillow. Her legs shifted and the sheet slipped over her ass—that perfectly curved ass he wanted cradled in his hips.
He set the tulip on the bed and pulled the sheet from her body, letting it drag across her skin. Goosebumps popped up along her arms, and she murmured in her sleep. With the sheet out of the way, Vincent picked up the tulip, and starting at her shoulders, he let the soft petals brush over her skin, down her bicep to her elbow, then back again. He circled the flower around the base of her neck. His lips followed, leaving wet kisses down her spine. The tulip traced along the tattoo, touching each vertebrae of her back. Each touch brought Natalie’s body to life. She moved against the bed, her breathing quickening and her hands gripping the pillow tightly.
He eased down her body, each nerve on fire, and his cock throbbed with the need to spread her legs and thrust home. With the flower, he traced delicately around the curves of her ass, and when her legs spread for him, he dipped the flower between them, letting it barely touch the red lips there. He swallowed a groan when her lips parted and a mix between a moan and a whimper escaped her mouth. With the flower on the bed, he grabbed her hips and covered her body with his. He nuzzled her neck, licking her ear, and sucked on her earlobe. Her eyes blinked open as she gasped when his cock pressed between her ass cheeks, hard and aching for her body. He shoved her hair aside as she turned her head enough so he could capture her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he moved his hips, showing her what he wanted. Her hips arched slightly and he kissed her harder. When she spread her legs for him, Vincent nearly came all over her back. She was so open and hungry beneath his body, she threatened to drive him mad with lust.
Moving down her body, he lifted her hips and pressed his tip against her sheath. He eased into her, gasping as she took him in, stretching around his cock until her ass was cradled perfectly by his hips. His first thrust was soft and gentle, unsure of how much she could take after last night, but when she reached back and dug her nails into his thigh, he let go a little more. With one hand holding her hip, he let his other wander, rolling and tugging her clit as he bucked forward. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets and her hands dug into the bed, needing to hold onto something as he held onto her body.
Vincent let go all control as soon as the first cry left her mouth, and she moved with him, timing his thrusts with her moving back against him. He groaned, fighting to maintain some sort of rhythm, but as he imagined waking up every morning like this, he pounded her depths and needed her to feel what was in his mind and his heart, what was in his soul because of her. She cried out, sharp and loud, her body squirming to get closer as he finished, spilling hotly inside her as he grunted with release and bent over, kissing her back while their bodies shook together.
“I like…waking up this way,” she murmured a few moments later as they lay facing each other.
“I think I can arrange that,” he agreed and kissed her knuckles, holding her hand to his lips. “I’m taking the day off, by the way. You are addicting, you know that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She scooted closer until they were chest to
chest. “I guess one of these days, I’ll have to tell my sister I owe her own.”
“For signing up on that website?”
“That, and for being a pain in my ass. It led me to you, after all.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, her forehead, and her cheeks before ending with her lips. The kiss quickly heated until her stomach rumbled loudly and they broke apart. He glanced at her stomach with a raised brow. “I think your stomach is trying to eat itself.”
“I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure I worked off ten pounds last night.” She sat up and sniffed the air. “Did you make coffee?” He nodded towards the dresser and her eyes lit up with her giddy smile. “Pancakes!”
She hopped off the bed, and he admired the view of her ass bouncing as she bounded over to the tray. When she turned back, her cheeks flushed and she shot him a glare.
“What? You can’t get mad at a husband for admiring his wife.”
“Hmm, I guess not.” She glanced down at her left hand. “I still can’t believe I lost the ring.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” he said and climbed out of bed, stretching his arms over his head and shaking out his legs. “I think we’re going shopping today.”
“We are?” She had a pancake rolled up in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Vincent stalked towards her and took a bite off the end of the pancake. She glowered at him, and he grinned wolfishly with his mouth full.
“As soon as you’re dressed,” he said once he swallowed. “Darling.”
She scarfed down two pancakes and her cup of coffee and was dressed five minutes later. He watched the entire spectacle from her bed.
