Natasha

I wake up, sore and satisfied. Haring is wrapped around me, his bearded chin resting on my breast. I look down at him, and as I replay all the different ways he took me last night, I know what I want to do right now. What I want him to do.

Sliding down his body, I let my mouth and tongue play over his muscles, and chest hair. He moves onto his back, and runs one hand lazily through my hair as I continue my descent.

“Blow jobs in the morning are much appreciated, Vixen.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I was hoping you’d fuck my tits right now.”

“Damn, you are perfect. Completely, and totally perfect,” he says, as he easily flips us, so I’m under him. I don’t understand what he’s doing, until he takes one lick across my pussy. “I’m going to eat you while I fuck you. Hold your tits for me.”

I do as he asks, pressing his cock tight between the breasts he debauched yesterday. I’m lost in the sensation of him licking and sucking on me as he fucks me in a new way, but I manage to rouse myself enough from my bliss to help him along. I lick and suck his balls as he moves above me, causing him to moan, and bite me.

“You’re coming first, dammit,” he promises, but he’s already moving erratically through my tits, telling me he’s close.

I force all my thoughts to center on his mouth, and the fingers he’s pumping in and out of me. My own mouth and hands are on auto-pilot as the sensations overwhelm me, and my orgasm rips through me. As soon as he feels me clamping around his fingers, he lets go, his cum covering my stomach as he yells my name against my clit.

I’m still dealing with the aftershocks of my own orgasm, and the feel of his mouth against me, calling for me, sends me over a second time. “Haring.” It’s all I can say, or think, as we both stop moving.

When he rolls off me, I reach down with hands still shaking from exertion, and ecstasy. Running my fingers through what he’s left on me, and sucking them clean. Over, and over, as he looks at me with eyes that are lazy, and aroused.

“I need to clean you up.”

“I’m cleaning myself up.”

“You’re driving me crazy right now, Natasha.”

I stop, with just the tips of my fingers in my mouth. He’s rarely called me by my name since this all started, and I don’t like it. I want to be his “Vixen”. Not Natasha, Nat, or Tasha, as others have called me, because I’m his and his alone now.

“Don’t call me that.”

His brow furrows, and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. He’s probably right, but I can’t help but feel what I feel.

“Isn’t that your name?”

“Not for you. You call me your own name, and I like it.”

“Vixen,” he says, kissing the hollow of my throat. “My Vixen.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go steady with me? I probably should’ve asked before I ruined you for all other men, but I was a little distracted.”

Haring is so damn cute when he wants to be, and I can’t help but give him a hard time. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, but I don’t remember saying you ruined me.”

“You didn’t have to say it with your mouth, because your pussy told me.”

Cheesy bastard. “I wasn’t aware she talked.”

“Your ears are too far away to hear her whispers, but she loves my cock, and wants it to be the only one inside her.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“You will.”

“I think we can come to some kind of exclusive agreement.”

“I’m having murderous thoughts about any other man touching you, so name your terms.”

“Hmm, let’s see. Sex every day, unless it’s that special week of the month. During those five to seven days, I’m happy to blow you, or let you fuck my tits, though.”

“If you do, I’ll be making it up to you every other day of the month.”

“Not necessary, but I won’t decline the offer. Also, I need a date here and there, so it’s not just sex. The sex is spectacular, but a girl needs some romance too.”

“Romance is a given. Dates are, too.”

“Then you have yourself a deal.”

“Thank the Lord. If you’d said no, I might’ve had to beg.”

“Too proud to beg for me, Haring?”

“Never, Vixen. I just prefer not to, when I can.”

“Don’t beg unless you want to. I mean it. No matter what happens.”

“Got it,” he says with a laugh.

I pretend to smile back, but I’m dying inside. He’s going to be begging for more than me soon, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’d stop it if I could, but there’s no going back for me. All I can hope for is that he’ll still be alive once this is all over. The chances of that are small, but there’s a chance, and I’ll do everything I can to see us both come out alive.

Haring

Natasha has all of a sudden gotten serious, and if I’m being honest, even a little freaked out. I don’t know what happened, but I need to turn this back around. We’re in a good place, and I’m not about to lose ground.

“Come on,” I say, standing, and pulling her to her feet with me. “I really do need to clean you up, dirty girl.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I could use some help washing my back.”

“That reminds me of something I didn’t finish last night. I was remiss, and I need to rectify that.”

“Are you going to tell me what you’re talking about?”

“I’d rather show you.”

“Not going to complain about that. Ever.”

“Good to know.”

My shower is a walk-in affair, with the water coming down from the ceiling like we’re in the rain. I’ve experienced a rain showerhead before, but this takes it to a whole other level, and I’ve never been so thankful for a design feature before. Natasha is completely charmed and delighted by it.

“Kiss me in the rain, Haring.”

I do as she asks, before pulling back to smile at her. “I’ll kiss you in the real rain one day.”

“I’d like that.”

“It’s a plan. Now, turn around, and hold your hair, so I can worship all the places my lips haven’t touched yet.”

“You’re trying to keep me in this apartment forever, aren’t you?”

“I’m just trying to keep you.”

She kisses me, before turning away from me, and holding up her hair like I told her to. I start at the nape of her neck, moving my mouth over it, as my tongue softly licks. I could suck a mark onto her here, but I know she’s mine, so I just play as I move lower.

Her shoulders get soft kisses from side to side, while every bump of her spine becomes familiar with my tongue. I don’t miss an inch of her back with my mouth. I can’t—it would be a travesty. Her ass is a work of art, and I can help but taking a bite. She yelps, and swats at my head, but I just bat her hand away, and kiss it better.

I continue on to the place where ass meets thigh, and show the back of her legs my appreciation. Down one, and up the other, again not missing an inch. Natasha’s body is curvier than most women are comfortable with, but she owns it, making her even sexier to me. I want to fuck her again, but I know I left her sore last night, so I’m just going to worship her this morning.

“Spectacular. Every single inch of you is spectacular.”

“Thank you. If you’d let me play with your body, I would probably say the same thing to you.”

“Probably?”

“You’ve barely let me touch and kiss you, so how can I be sure. Looks can be deceiving.”

She’s messing with me, but she’s also right. I’ve stopped her almost every time she’s started running her hands and mouth over me. I had to, because if I’d let her have her way with me, I’d have been coming in seconds. I realize now that I was being unfair to her, though. I can handle a little premature ejaculation embarrassment, if it means she gets to do what she wants.

“You can do anything you want to me, Vixen. Here, or back in bed. I’m all yours whenever you want.”

“Just those two places?” she asks, turning to smirk at me.

“Such a smartass.”

She shrugs. “Have to keep you on your toes.”

“You do. Believe me, you have me completely off-balance, and trying to figure out what to do to impress you,” I tell her as I turn off the shower, and grab a towel to wrap around her.

“You don’t need to impress me,” she says holding my face in her hands. “I’m already impressed.”

“Not many people are,” I admit, letting her see my biggest insecurity.

“Hush. Matt Corrigan gave you a huge job, because he knew you could do it.”

“I know,” I tell her, with a sigh. “It’s just the whole D.C. thing brings me down.”

“Maybe you need to go back, and face your fear.”

I do need to go back, but I can’t. It’s simply not an option, but I’m not quite ready for that much sharing yet.

“No. I’m good here. I’ll work through it—with you by my side.”

“Of course.”

I help her dry off, then run a towel absently over my body. “How do you feel about bowling?”

“I’m not sure I have a strong opinion on it.”

“Would you like to go toss around some balls with me?”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?”

“You can’t. Seriously, though, I want to check out some of the lanes, and see what I might want to do for the Corrigan Fun Center.”

“Cute name, and sure. I’d love to.”

“The name isn’t official, but I’m glad you like it. It might be a keeper now.”

“Like me?”

“Definitely like you.”

“I didn’t say anything before, but I brought a dress, and panties, in my purse. Just in case.”

“Really, but…”

“But, what?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if you were going to say it.”

Shit. I got myself into this, and I’m going to have to say it now. I might get slapped, but I have to speak.

“Your lingerie wasn’t exactly something I’d normally see on a woman thinking she was going to get naked with a man.”

“You just said it yourself, Haring—I was hoping to get naked with you. I’m sorry what I had on wasn’t acceptable.”

“Obviously, I wasn’t deterred. I don’t care what you wear. Everything looks good on you, so I’m good with whatever you choose to put on.”

She doesn’t say anything else as she walks over to her purse to grab the dress, and panties. The ones she’s putting on are completely made of lace, but offer her the same full coverage as the ones I took off her last night. I’m thinking I’m never going to see her in a thong, and I’m completely okay with that. Now, I need to make sure she knows it.

“Where is the bowling alley?”

“I was hoping we could try a few.”

“Okay.”

“Look at me,” I demand, turning her. Her eyes are shiny, and I wish I could punch myself right now.

“You’re so damn sexy. I don’t care about what you’re wearing under your clothes. I’m going to take it all off anyway.”

“I could buy some new stuff, but I like being comfortable.”

“Don’t buy anything new. I can’t wait to see every bra and panty you own. I promise you, they’re going to turn me on. I was just surprised, because I’m used to women trying so hard to make me want them. You don’t have to do anything, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. I’m sorry I made you feel bad. That was honestly not my intention.”

“We’re going to have to learn each other’s insecurities, and make sure we protect them.”

“I’ll always protect you.”

She hesitates, and I think she’s going to cry again, but she smiles instead. “I’ll do what I can to protect you too.”