Chapter Twenty-One
Natalie
I felt a clawing burst of expectation as we made our way to the exit. We had barely covered the gardens, but I didn’t care. As beautiful as it all was, I wanted him more. He walked slightly ahead of me, but he kept a firm grip on my hand so that we remained linked. I stopped seeing the petunias and the lilies; I stopped seeing the bright colors; instead, all I could focus on was Chance.
His broad shoulders were powerfully built, but his waist and hips were narrow. He could almost pass for a swimmer, but his upper body was a little too muscular, and that gave him away. His hair changed color as we walked. Under some lights, it looked brown with hints of gold, and under others, it looked like golden hair with shades of brown.
I noticed a young woman eyeing Chance as we passed and I felt a little surge of pride. I had never had something that another person wanted. It made me feel like I had achieved something. I knew I was being silly, but that was how I felt with him by my side. He made me feel weak in the knees; he made me feel like a teenager experiencing her first crush. He made me feel silly even when I thought I was being witty and urbane.
We walked back through the tunnel and outside into the cold. The sky was dark and misty, and a part of me was glad. It meant that the likelihood of us being noticed had reduced significantly.
As Chance walked me to his car, I started to feel urgency in his pace and in the rigid posture of his body. Was that desire? Was it impatience? Was it both?
I got my answer the moment we came within sight of the car. Chance turned and grabbed me. He pulled me to him with gentle force and kissed me passionately until my lips felt raw and tingly. He pushed me against the car and slipped his hands under my dress. It was so cold that his hands felt like hot irons on my skin, but it was a beautiful, intoxicating feeling. I felt heat course through me, inside and out, as I pressed myself closer to him.
“Someone will see,” I said breathlessly, the moment his lips moved to my neck.
“Who cares,” he replied, in a voice that was ragged with need.
His hands moved upwards, and I felt his fingers push aside my panties until they were teasing me slowly. I felt myself moisten at his touch, but I also noticed someone emerge from the entrance to the gardens.
“Chance,” I gasped. “Someone’s coming.”
Without a word, he opened the back door for me, and I fell back into the seat and backed into the car. He moved in immediately and the door shut behind him. It was cramped in the small space, but somehow, we found room. His entire body fell across mine, but his fingers fell between my legs once again. He slipped them inside me, and I cried out in pleasure as a tidal of sexual pleasure released itself.
He fingered me slowly at first, and then it got faster and faster until I was gasping for breath. He kissed me hard, then moved down to my breasts. He sucked my left nipple as I felt an orgasm come on. It was so easy for him to make me cum. It was like he didn’t even have to try. The orgasm was a small one, but I felt it down to my toes.
He didn’t give me time to recover, however; he pushed up my dress, pushed down his pants, and entered me in one powerful move. Again, I gasped deliriously, noticing that the windows were starting to fog up.
I grabbed whatever I could to anchor myself as Chance fucked me hard in the back seat of his car. His cock felt huge and hard inside me, but I was so wet and excited that he slipped in and out of me easily.
A small part of me was aware that the whole car was shaking and that anyone who passed would immediately know what was happening, but I had reached a point where I no longer cared. Chance was right – it didn’t matter who saw or who knew. I wanted this man, and he wanted me. It was a celebration that neither one of us should have to feel ashamed about.
I felt Chance’s body shudder over mine, and I knew he was trying to control himself, trying to prolong the moment before he came, too. I didn’t want it to end yet; I wanted him deeper inside me, if that was possible. I hiked one of my legs up, and Chance understood what I was doing. Wordlessly, he placed one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed down hard inside me so that I cried out.
He fucked me in that position for a few minutes. Then again when I felt that he was close to cumming, he changed positions again. He brought my leg down and flipped me over, then entered me from behind. I felt a curious new heat spread through me. He had never fucked me from behind before, and as he rammed into me, I realized how much I liked it.
It was an animalistic position, but I hadn’t expected to feel so liberated and free at the same time. It was the carnal animal inside both of us that was being released, and I delighted in the freedom. The position brought me new sensations, and I wanted to feel more.
“Fuck me harder,” I gasped, without thinking. “Fuck me faster.”
Immediately, his pace quickened, and I started to feel the second orgasm coming on. All I could hear was the sound of his flesh slapping against mine, and our ravaged breathing mixed in together. The windows were completely fogged up from the heat and sweat of our bodies, and it put me in mind of the love scene in Titanic.
I had always been strangely fixated with that scene. It had always been beautiful and raw to me. It felt like a true mark of passion, but I had always watched it in a detached sort of way. I had no experience that was relatable, so I had no real or specific emotions tied to watching that scene.
But now I knew… I knew how it felt. I could imagine how Rose might have felt had she been a real woman. I knew the intoxication of what it felt to be spiraling into love and having no control over your emotions or your body.
We came together, clinging to each other as though we were holding on for dear life. Chance was breathing heavily, and as he relaxed against me, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He moved aside my hair and licked my skin after kissing it. After a moment, he moved to the side, pulling me on top of him so that I was looking down on him.
He smiled in contentment. “That was something.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
He smiled. “You’re experiencing a lot of firsts with me, aren’t you?”
“All my first have been with you,” I informed him.
His expression remained tranquil, but I detected a small spark in his eyes that I couldn’t quite interpret. “Does that flatter you?” I asked. “Or scare you?”
“Both,” he replied honestly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” I told him. “I’d much rather you be honest with me, even if it hurts.”
He frowned. “Why would it hurt?”
I shrugged and buried my face in his chest so that he wouldn’t see my face when I spoke. “It might hurt one day, when you tell me that you’re…moving on.”
Chance was quiet for so long that I was tempted to look up at his expression. “Are you scared I’m going to want to move on soon?” he asked softly after a long pause.
“Sometimes.” I nodded. Then I sighed and continued on before I lost my courage. “All the time, actually,” I admitted. “You never made me any promises.”
“Natalie?”
“Hmm…”
“Can you look at me, please?”
Biting my lip, I raised my head to meet his perfect hazel eyes. “Yes?”
“I love spending time with you,” he said sincerely. “And at the moment, I can’t imagine ending this. Can that be enough…for now?”
“It can.” I nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “Good… because I really like you, Natalie. You’re… different.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a great thing,” he told me. “All this time, I thought I just wasn’t made for relationships, but now I realize…maybe I was waiting for you.”
I felt my heart flutter at his words, and I realized I was wet and willing again. “Be careful,” I said. “That kind of talk can get a girl in the mood.”
Chance smiled. “Well then, feel free to seduce me.”
“Gladly,” I said, as I wriggled downwards feeling a new wave of inspiration.
His penis was limp, but I knew it would only take a small amount of effort to get him hard again. I had never imagined myself as the type of girl who might enjoy giving head, but now with Chance’s penis inches from my mouth, I realized I wanted to.
I slipped the head of his penis into my mouth and had the satisfaction of feeling him groan. I sucked the tip as my hands worked on the shaft, rubbing it up and down until he was hard as a rock. Then when he was finally erect, I took the length of him into my mouth. He grabbed the seat in front of him violently, and I saw his eyes roll back into his head. It made me feel powerful and confident.
I realized I was perfectly comfortable taking him deep into my mouth and sucked him hard until he was grabbing at me, clawing at my body like a dying man grabbing at a lifeline. The second time we fucked, I was on top of him, taking the reins, taking control of my sexuality and my newfound sense of liberation.