The Trade(94)

“Natalie, beautiful.” I start to sit up but she shakes her head.

“Don’t, I want to do this.”

“Not if you’re going to be nervous about it.”

She reaches out and lightly drags her index finger along the throbbing vein that runs on the underside of my cock. A hiss escapes my lips as my head floats back. Hell, just a hand job at this point . . . Forget about what my dick would look like pressed between her two mouth-watering lips, I just want relief.

“You’re just . . . bigger than I imagined.” And then she chuckles. Fucking chuckles as precum glistens at the tip of my cock.

“Laughing isn’t great,” I say in a pained voice.

“I’m sorry.” She smooths her hands down my thighs, in toward my center and then back out. My cock twitches and jumps with each pass of her hands over my hip flexors. “My friend, Monica, who you still need to meet, told me I needed a bigger cock after my divorce. She must have put it out in the universe way too much because”—she moves her hands in and floats them under my cock and then back out. It’s fucking torture—“damn, Cory, you have a huge penis.”

Her hand grazes under my cock and I hiss out a “thank you” as my balls start to tighten.

“Stop,” I say, reaching down and grabbing her hands, my chest heaving, my head swimming with pleasure. “Just fucking stop for a second.”

“Why?”

“Because, I’m seconds from coming. Just . . . let me breathe.”

“Are you serious?” she asks, shock in her voice.

“Yes.” I glance at her, her eyes trained on my cock as it swells under her stare. “It’s been a while for me, and you’re my fucking dream girl, okay? Having you touch and lick me all over, fuck . . . it’s amazing.”

“Dream girl?” she asks, sitting a little taller and entwining her hands with mine. “Really?”

I nod and open my eyes to find her in disbelief. I reach up and run my thumb over her plump lip. “You’re fucking funny and smart, and so breathtaking, I swear I thank the universe every time I take you in my arms.”

“Cory . . . that”—tears start to well in her eyes—“I’ve never . . .” She takes a deep breath and stands in front of me. I watch as she slowly rolls her pants down her legs along with her thong, leaving her completely naked. “I need you, Cory. Please don’t say no.”

How could I? In this very real and raw moment, how could I ever deny my girl anything? I can’t. Not only because I want to give her the world, but I know deep in my soul, I love her. I love her so goddamn much, and that’s what’s been paining me about leaving. I found someone I never knew I was looking for, and I’m going to leave her while fighting an epic battle to prove myself to a bunch of raucous fans.

Standing from the couch, I take her hand in mine and lead her back to my bedroom. I leave the lights off but instead open the curtains, the night sky lighting the room and setting the mood. When I turn around, Natalie is standing there, hands crossed in front of her, looking gorgeous and more than ready.

I step closer and ask, “How do you want me?”

“On top of me. I want to be surrounded by you. I want to feel every inch of you while you stare down at me.”

Hell . . .

I take her hand and carefully lower her to my bed where she scoots to the center. She’s slow, deliberate. Sexy as fuck. In the past with other women, it’s been a frenzy to get clothes off, but with Natalie, it’s like she’s taking a breath with every moment, feeling, hearing, tasting the lust-filled air surrounding us. When she lies down, she spreads her legs and grips the pillow behind her.

Now it’s my turn to observe, to take it all in. From the dim light in the room, her pussy is already wet, her nipples are hard, and when my eyes roam to her lips, they’re parted, her breath entering and releasing at a heavier pace.

“Are you turned on by me looking at you?”

She nods.

“How turned on?”

“Throbbing,” she answers on a short breath. “I’m throbbing for you, Cory.”

“Let me see,” I say as I climb between her legs and lower my mouth to her pussy. Her legs are already spread wide, so I don’t have to do much to run my tongue over her clit, and when I do, her legs clamp around me as a feral moan escapes her.

She is wet, really fucking wet.

Gently, I move my hands to her thighs and coax her to open up to me. She does, and I press my tongue against her clit again, applying just enough pressure to see her eyes roll back in her head. I’ve never really been the guy who craves eating pussy. I do it because I know it’s pleasurable, but fuck if I’m not addicted to feeling the little nub of her clit rub against my tongue. It’s a sensation unlike anything else, knowing that with the smallest of flick, I can control her pleasure.

She twitches under me, her hips flying up against my mouth when I swivel my tongue and release, swivel and release, the cool air of the room hitting her before I move in again.

“Fuuuck, Cory. Oh Fuck, this feels so good. Do you want me to come?”

“I really fucking do,” I say before pressing two fingers inside her and curling them as I flick my tongue over her clit continuously until her hand falls to my head and threads through my hair.

She tenses, her legs closing, her mouth open on a gasp, as her pussy clenches around my fingers and she repeats my name over and over again.