Virtuous(100)

I set her down next to the bed and begin removing the studs that hold my shirt together.

Natalie pushes my hands aside and takes over. When she removes the last one, she drops them into my hand and then pushes my shirt apart, nuzzling her face into my chest hair. I’m dying for her. I’m on fire. But before I can give in to the desire that has overtaken us, practicalities must be seen to.

“Hold on just a second, sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing. But we need protection. I’ll be right back.” I kiss her and hurry into the other bedroom. I’ve tucked an unopened box of condoms into my bag just in case we needed them. I didn’t expect to need them tonight, though. I take one second—and only one second, because she’s waiting for me—to summon the control I’ll need to make this good for her. My biggest fear is sparking her greatest fears. I can’t let that happen, not when she has entrusted me with something so precious.

I pull off my jacket, shirt and pants, leaving the tux in a pile on the floor in my haste to get back to her. In the other bedroom, I find her stretched out on the bed, her head propped up on her hand. She’s lit candles on the bedside table that cast a warm romantic glow over the room. She pats the bed next to her, and I’m lost. Any remaining hesitation melts away in the face of her blatant invitation. I can only hope neither of us will regret this tomorrow.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

“Very sure.”

“And you’ll remember this in the morning?”

Her sexy, husky laugh goes straight to my cock. “I sure hope so.”

She’s f*cking amazing, as if all the dreams I’ve ever had have come to life in one perfect woman who seems to love me as much as I love her. I push aside the nagging thoughts about what I’m giving up to be with her. There’s no place for those thoughts in this room. Not now. Not tonight.

I crawl onto the bed and come down next to her. She reaches for me, and our lips find each other in a greedy, hungry kiss that sends my need straight into the red zone. The heat that’s been building between us since the minute we met threatens to boil over as we cling to each other, our tongues battling fiercely.

She tastes like wine and honey and the sweetness so uniquely hers. I could drown in that sweetness, and I’d die happy. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want her. I want to possess her, own her, make her mine and love her so thoroughly, she’ll never look at another man for the rest of her life.

Behind her back, I release the hooks that hold her bra together and push it out of my way, impatient to have her completely bared to me. The thong comes off next, and I take a moment to appreciate the spectacular sight of Natalie’s naked body, stretched out on the stark-white comforter.

I can’t decide what I want to touch first. Every inch of her appeals to me—from full luscious breasts with berry-red nipples to the hollow of her belly to the jut of hipbones, to long sexy legs and the sweet * that lies between them, beckoning me.

Kneeling between her legs, I begin at her feet with the promised massage that draws the sexiest moans from her lips. When both feet have been seen to, I pull her legs up and over mine, opening her to me. I want to tell her to put her hands over her head, to grasp the headboard and not let go, but tonight is not about domination. It’s about love and respect. It’s all about her.

I bend over her to take her nipple into my mouth, tugging and sucking until it stands up tall. Then I give her other breast the same attention.

Natalie writhes under me, her back arching, silently begging me for more. Hooking my arms under her legs, I lift them up and out, opening her to my tongue. If I live to be a hundred years old, I’ll never forget the deep, needy sound she makes the first time my tongue connects with her clit.

All I hear is pure female satisfaction and a cry for more. I’m happy to deliver. With her legs now propped upon my shoulders, I open her to my tongue, licking her from front to back before settling in to suck on her clit. She comes immediately, writhing and crying out as I hold her in place, giving her my tongue over and over again until her thighs are quaking and she’s hovering on the verge of another release.

I drive my fingers into her, taking her up and over again. “Ahh, God, Natalie. I want to feel that sweet * come all over my cock. I want to feel that so badly.” I know a moment of panic when I wonder if I’ve offended her with my blunt language. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.”