The Trade(97)

There is no way I’ll be able to take him all the way in my mouth, but I can try my best to pleasure him. I drop my mouth to the crown and swirl my tongue around the edge. His hands fall to the sheets where he grips them tightly and leans back slightly, his abs contracting with every pass of my tongue. It’s addicting watching him slowly lose his restraint. His face is so expressive.

Opening wide, I take him into my mouth and suck on the tip, pulling a long, guttural groan from Cory. His hand falls to my face where he stares down at me and slowly rubs his thumb over my cheek as if I’m the most precious thing in his life. That’s when I open even wider and take him in as far as I can. Breathing through my nose, I angle so he touches the back of my throat while I swallow. He groans and cups my face even harder. So, I do it again, only to pull back out and lick my way up the underside of his cock where I pump him with my hand, squeezing hard.

On a harsh exhale, he says, “Fucking hell.”

I bring my other hand to his balls where I lightly roll them in my palm. Suck his crown, pump him hard. Roll, suck, pump. Roll, suck, pump.

Take him all the way in my mouth . . . swallow.

“Mother of God,” he shouts, his hips thrusting forward, dipping deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, sorry, Natalie . . . oh, God, that feels incredible.” He stills, his chest heaves, his quads tense beneath me. He’s close, so I pump even harder and bring my mouth to the tip where I suck him hard, in and out of my mouth. He tenses more, and then I feel his cock swell against my tongue.

He grunts.

He stills.

“Natalie, I’m going to come.”

It’s a warning I thrive on, because it’s sheer desperation. I am causing that. Me . . . He can’t hold back any longer. The wave of pleasure is about to blanket him and he’s giving me a warning. I take hold of him and pump faster, suck harder, the grunts falling from the back of his throat spurring me on.

His cock swells even more just before he lets out a loud moan and comes, his head flying forward, his hands connecting to my shoulders as if I just sucked his spine out of him as he folds forward in disbelief. As he catches his breath, I stand, my knees aching from the hardwood floor, and I gingerly push him back on the bed and straddle his lap.

I’m turned on from watching him come, from seeing how easily I can take down such a dynamic man. I roll over his lap and press my clit against his still-hard erection.

Opening his eyes, his hands falling to my thighs, he watches me as I ride the ridge of his cock, rubbing his slick length along my equally slick center. My hands fall to his chest as I can already feel my body start to tighten, especially between my legs. This is not going to take long at all.

“Natalie, beautiful, let me fuck you with my tongue.”

I shake my head before he can lift me off him. “No, I want you like this. I’m so close.” I open my eyes to look at him and catch fascination in his eyes as he watches me ride him, feels me clench around him, takes the way my fingers turn into metal rods, digging into him, marking him myself.

“That’s it. Ride me, Natalie.”

I love the way he feels beneath me, like an unbreakable stone.

I love the way he holds on to me, as if he needs me to be connected to him.

And I love the way he makes me feel, like I’m whole again.

Beautiful.

Precious.

Wanted.

“Right there, right there,” I say, moving my hips faster as my core starts to contract. A burning sensation runs through my veins, pools and build, and throbs until it bursts into white-hot pleasure, searing my pulse and thrashing my mind with lust.

I pump so hard on his cock that he grunts with me, and just as I moan out loud, his voice couples with me. He’s shifting me up and down while I contract. Then he grunts, and I feel his come on his stomach when my hand falls to his abs for support.

My God.

Sex can be like this?

All-encompassing. Sensational. Addictive. Wonderful.

I finally understand why Monica and Freddie are at it like rabbits.

Breath caught in my throat, my lungs sucking for air, I stare at him in disbelief. “Did you just come again?”

“Fucking . . . hell,” he breathes out, draping a beefy arm over his eyes. “Fuck, Natalie, you officially ruined me. Absolutely ruined me.”

I run the tip of my finger over his stomach, amazed. “I just made you come again.”

“You did.” He nods, surprised himself. “I . . . fuck . . . I can’t feel my legs.”

Laughing, I lean forward, remove his arm, and press my lips to his. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck.

“I need a shower,” I say.

“So do I since you made me come on my stomach like a fucking teenager.”

“Take one with me?” I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck.

He grips my ass and says, “Yes, just give me a goddamn second to collect myself.”

I giggle into his neck. I am so happy.

Really freaking happy.

Even a year ago, when I was still with Ansel, I wouldn’t say I was this happy. I was going through the motions with him, never stopping to appreciate what we had. But it feels different with Cory. He appreciates me, and I appreciate him. We have an open line of communication, and I can honestly say this man has made me feel beautiful again. Wanted. Needed.

Without a doubt, I love him.