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Luke
I knew I had her caught like a butterfly in a net, but like a cat toying with his prey, I let her think for a moment that there was a chance she could get away unscathed.
I lifted our joined hands and kissed each one of her knuckles agonizingly slowly. Then I lowered my forehead so that it was resting against hers before angling my head slightly to the side, leaning forward a little farther and aligning my mouth with her ear.
“Fighting this is like trying tackle a wildfire with a watering can. The closer you get to those flames, the more likely you are to get burned.”
The hitch in her breath sent a current directly to my dick—as if it needed to be any harder—and I was done with the cat-and-mouse games. I stepped forward, walking Natalie backward until her calves hit the edge of the worn couch. I pulled on the bottom of her almost-sheer blouse, yanking it from the waistband of her fitted work skirt.
Her sexy academic look was hot AF, but I’d also love to have seen her in her casual weekend clothes, hair down instead of pulled back neatly. Or dressed in nothing but a butt-skimming shirt of mine, hair wild after a day spent messing it up in bed. Or better still, buck-naked, hair splayed on the pillow.
She obliged me by undoing the buttons of her shirt and letting the smooth fabric slip down her body to the floor. Then she pre-empted my next move by stepping out of her skirt, totally taking me by surprise by the fact that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, but other than that was totally commando. Holy shit.
Just when I thought she couldn’t get any sexier, she totally kicked up the temperature a thousand degrees. She was hot as sin, and it was going to take all my willpower not to just throw manners and niceties to the wolves and fuck her raw. Instead, I gently released the clasp of her bra, freeing her glorious tits. No way I wanted her to take off the stockings though—that was the sexiest shit I’d ever seen. I pulled in a few calming gulps of air and concentrated on not being a Neanderthal. I wasn’t Arlo, after all.
“Now you.” She quirked her eyebrow my way, indicating my still full-clothed body.
She didn’t need to tell me twice—I was naked faster that you could say “I really want to get laid,” then gently supported her as she lowered herself down onto the couch. Her ass was barely on the seat before I was nudging her knees open, spreading her legs wide with my own.
I took a moment to appreciate what a lucky bastard I was—I actually couldn’t believe my good fortune—all the while keeping our eyes firmly locked together. I wanted her to read my feelings, to know that I wasn’t about to walk away just because she told me to, not while her words said one thing but her body and mind were clearly saying another.
I took her hand and guided it where I wanted it to go, enjoying the catch in her breath and pleasure on her face as I tore my eyes away from hers to watch her finger herself. She arched her spine, tipping her head backward as the excitement ramped up. She wasn’t alone. I took hold of my dick again, pumping it a few times, then squeezing at the tip to pull things back a little. I repeated this over and over while I watched her pleasure herself first with one finger, then with two.
Just when I was wondering how much more edging I could take without losing the battle, Natalie spoke.
“I’m close, but I don’t want to come this way.”
I would happily have watched her come all over her own hand—the sight and smell of her arousal alone had been almost enough to send me over the edge—but I knew that coming inside her would be like nothing else, so I was happy to pull back before we went past the point of no return. I reached down to retrieve my pants from the floor and pulled a condom from my wallet, rolling it on quickly.
Natalie drew her legs toward her chest, and I shuddered in anticipation of how deep it would be at that angle. I lined myself up with her entrance and gave her an exploratory nudge. She acknowledged my action by tilting her butt farther in my direction and widening her legs a little. I pushed harder and slipped inside her, almost passing out from the pleasure.
Though I didn’t think it was possible, it was better than the first time. Maybe because this time what we were doing held the promise of something more, or because I’d thought I was never going to see her again. Whatever it was, I could barely withstand the waves of arousal and euphoria washing over me.
We kept eye contact throughout, a silent conversation passing between the two of us like a game of ping-pong. No. Actually it was more like a push-me, pull-you—an unspoken tussle between the two of us—me pushing, her pulling away. Back and forth, back and forth.
Just as I was on the brink of coming and could feel that Natalie was too, she dropped the bombshell, her voice breathy and hoarse.
“This can’t happen again, Luke. I mean it.”
I tried to hold back, but I was too far gone. Instead, I slammed into her once, twice, and came on the third, yelling fuck at the top of lungs, and taking her over the edge with me.
