Victorious(78)

“I want to do that. Everything you said… I want it.”

I shake my head. “Blindfolding is a hard limit for you.”

“Could we do the rest of it?”

“Like the playroom, that scenario is something we work up to, a little at a time. You are very new to this and I don’t want to scare you.”

“I was scared before I knew how much I love to turn over my pleasure to you.”

I shift in my seat because I’m so hard for her, I ache. “Nat, f*ck… You don’t know what you do to me when you say things like that.”

“What do I do? Tell me.”

I drop our joined hands to my lap and flatten her palm against my cock.

Before I have a second to gauge her intentions, she’s out of her seat and on her knees before me. “Could I help you with that, Sir?”

It’s the first time she has initiated play, and it does something to me to see her on her knees in front of me, wearing the pretty dress she changed into before we left my parents’ house and offering to service me. She’s like every wet-dream fantasy I’ve ever had come to life in one perfect woman. How I ever got so lucky to find her is something I will think about every day for the rest of my life.

“Free me from my pants.” My voice is nowhere near as firm or as steady as I’d like it to be. But it doesn’t have to be with her. She has no expectations, no preconceived notions of what a Dom should sound like. I can be anyone I wish to be with her, and it will never be wrong.

Natalie keeps her head down as she goes to work on the fasteners on my pants. Before she can remove them, I withdraw the vibrator controller from my pocket and curl it into my hand. The drag of the zipper over my cock has me fighting for control, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. She reaches around me, grasping my pants and boxers, and gives a tug.

I lift to help her remove them.

She unbuttons my shirt and pushes it aside, hovering over me for a breathless moment. “You are so beautifully put together.”

“As are you.” I curl my finger around a long lock of her hair. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

“Neither would I.”

“I want you naked.” Natalie dutifully stands and presents her back to me so I can unzip her dress, which falls into a pool around her feet, leaving her bare except for the crystal panties, a garter belt and thigh-high hose. She picks up the dress and drapes it over the other chair before returning to her position between my legs.

She drops her head to my chest and kisses and licks and nibbles a path down the front of me. By the time she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, I’m leaking copiously. She sticks out her tongue and cleans me up, making me gasp from the aching pleasure. I could tell her to take me in her mouth. I could make her suck me and stroke me, but I wait to see what she’ll do on her own.

And she doesn’t disappoint. With her hand moving around the wide base, she opens her mouth and takes me in, sucking and licking as she goes. Before she makes me forget, I turn on the vibe while hoping she doesn’t lose track of what she’s doing and bite me. Thankfully, she doesn’t do that, but she does lose her rhythm for a second and look up at me with an arresting expression in her eyes. She’s gotten good at this in the weeks we’ve spent together, learning how to open her throat to allow me to go deep. She knows just where to lick and how to stroke and when to suck, but I’ve yet to come in her mouth. That’s not something I would just do.

“Nat… Sweetheart…” I tug on her hair, hard enough to get her attention but not hard enough to cause pain. “I’m going to come. Sweetheart…”

Rather than release me the way she normally does, she doubles down, practically swallowing me into the tight spasm of her throat. Fucking hell… I hold off for as long as I can, giving her time to change her mind, but then she presses her fingers to the back of my balls, and I detonate.

She swallows every drop, bringing me down slowly and gently. It is, without any doubt, the most intense blowjob of my life.

My dick pops out of her mouth, and she leans her forehead against my abdomen, both of us breathing hard.

“Was that okay?”

“Nat, Christ, it was the best I’ve ever had.”

Propping her chin on my belly, she looks up at me. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Come up here.”

Straddling my hips, she crawls up my chest and into my arms. I cuddle her in close to me, needing the contact, the scent, the essence of her. The buzz of the vibe in her panties has my cock stirring back to life.

“Are you going to turn this thing off?” she asks after a quiet moment.

“Not until you come.”

“How do you want me?”

“Sit up and move against me.” I guide her into position, my hands on her hips, her hands flat against my chest. “That’s it, sweetheart, now move however you need to. Take what you need.” I’ve never recovered as quickly as I do with her, especially when she’s writhing on top of me, her entire body flushed with heat, her nipples high and tight, her lips parted and her eyes closed. She’s a f*cking goddess, and she’s all mine. “Give into it, love. Let it happen.”

Her entire body goes rigid in the seconds before she comes, biting her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure. I can’t wait to be completely alone with her in Mexico so I can hear those cries over and over again.