Page 82 of No One Else
“Do I like it?” I repeat, glancing down at my dick straining toward her, desperate for more of her mouth. I flip her over on her back, sliding down her body, nipping at her breasts, her belly, scooting my shoulders under her thighs and part her so she’s fully open to me. “I’m gonna show you just how much I like it.”
I nestle into her, my tongue teasing her pussy, licking her long and slow, lapping at her, her honeyed taste as good as I remember.
She moans, her back arching, and after a few minutes of my leisurely pace, asks, “Do you remember when you asked if I wanted it fast and hot? Give me that.”
“Uh uh,” I grin, nuzzling her. “Right now it’s sweet and slow time.”
“It’s torture is what it is,” she pants, throwing an arm over her eyes and lifts her hips into my face.
“We’re just getting started.”
I take my time worshipping her, discovering exactly what she likes. What makes her grip the bedsheets, whimpering with need. What makes her tell me, “Again. Just like that,” as she changes the angle of her hips. And when I finally pick up the pace, truly eating her out, she cries out in relief as her first orgasm hits her hard.
I give her no quarter as she bucks against me, holding her thighs in place, working her clit until the second wave washes over her. I glance up, her mouth open in a silent scream, every muscle in her tense, grabbing my hair to simultaneously push me away and bring me closer.
“Evan, oh God, Evan,” is all she can manage as I let her go, climbing off the bed to go over to my bag, pulling out the box of condoms I bought this week.
I rip one open, rolling it on, and join her again, positioning her just how I want her. “Are you ready?” I ask softly, rubbing my dick over the seam of her entrance.
Her body shudders, sex glistening with arousal. “I’m ready for you,” she whispers, her eyes alight with drowsy passion.
I pull her leg up over my hip as I guide myself into her, the feel of her so tight and slick I have to pause for a moment once I’m fully seated in her.I’m finally inside Natalie.
I start to rock my hips, drawing in and out of her, the thoughts intensifying.I have her. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go.
The way she’s looking at me right now - inviting, sensual, ceding control to me - I’m about ready to come already. Watching her breasts bounce up and down, her pussy growing wetter the longer I thrust into her, the little gasps she’s making... I can’t take much more.
I pull out of her completely, flipping her over onto her stomach and press back in from behind, her perfect ass tilted up to take me.
She groans into the pillow, “You feel even bigger this way.”
And she feels even tighter, despite how dripping wet she is for me.
I move my hands along her smooth skin, settling them on her hips, fucking her at a steady pace, her moans muffled against the pillow but clearly signaling her desire to come. And soon.
I suck in a breath, ready to explode, and anchor her against me with my left hand while reaching my right hand down between her and the mattress to rub her clit.
“Oh God, Evan, I don’t- I don’t think I can-” she sputters, her movements becoming more erratic, grinding back against me now. “How can there be a third-”
She loses it then, her body trembling as her third orgasm overtakes her, her pussy milking my cock, rushing me toward completion.
I bite my lip hard to contain the words that want to escape as I come. About how I’m done for. There will only ever be her. She’s it, for the rest of my life.
I pull out of her gently, collapsing down next to her, loose and relaxed.
She moves onto her side, curling herself around me, resting her head on my chest. I stroke her hair, running my fingers through the soft strands, wishing it could be like this all the time.
“I’ve never come three times before,” she sighs in awe.
“Get used to it.”
She props herself up on her elbow, grinning down at me. “There’s a lot about this I could get used to.”
“This is dangerous,” I tell her, half joking, half serious. “Having our own place, no one else around, the whole night to ourselves... I’m already having withdrawals just thinking about going back home tomorrow.”
Her face sobers. “Maybe I can convince Morgan to give us another night.”
“Maybe,” I nod noncommittally, knowing it’s not a solution but a band-aid covering up the real problem. We need a place of our own.
