Jericho ~ Present
I SHIFTED ON THE BED, my body warming automatically as I brushed up against Natasha. I opened my eyes, giving myself a moment to adjust to the low light in the room, then drank in the sight of her sleeping face.
I felt more at peace in that moment than I probably had in my entire life.
Her red hair was falling over her forehead, and half covering her eye. Her face was turned toward me, and her lips were tipped up, indicating she was at peace as well, or at least having a good dream.
I slipped an arm around her waist, snuggling in closer and closing my eyes as I let her scent surround me and the soft planes of her body fit against me. She sighed and moved, and I stilled, not wanting to wake her.
The past few weeks had been like a dream to me.
Nothing like college, or the relationship we’d had before. No, now we were two grown adults with our own businesses, our own lives, making it work as a functioning couple. Did we get to see each other every day? No, not always, but I made it a point to send her texts, notes, or call, to let her know I was thinking of her.
With the way things were going, I knew they’d only get better, because eventually, we would live together, so we would see each other every day. Then marriage, and a family. It was everything I’d ever wanted, and had been too afraid to hope for.
I knew Natasha still had doubts, stemming mostly from her father’s abandonment of his family, but I hoped, I’d proven, not just recently, but with my commitment to her even over the years we were apart, that I was nothing like her father.
“Jericho,” she whispered, and I opened my eyes to see her face a few inches from me. She was smiling, all warm and sleepily, and I had no choice but to brush my lips against hers.
“Go back to sleep,” I replied softly. “It’s still early.”
I felt her hand come up between us, then she ran her thumb gently over my cheek.
“I love you,” she said, and just like that I was whole.
I moved us until Natasha was on her back, and settled between her legs. I ran my hand over her hair, caressed her face, and lowered my head to cover her lips with mine. After I kissed us both breathless, I brought my head up so that I could look her in the eyes.
“I love you, too,” I replied. “I never stopped.”
“Me neither,” she admitted softly. “As much as I tried, it was impossible. I’ll love you forever.”
We’d come together in a frenzy after dinner and drinks with our friends, eager for one another after the teasing in the van. We’d fallen asleep naked, which made me very, very happy in that moment.
I moved down slightly, taking her nipple in my mouth as I simultaneously rubbed the hard, weeping head of my cock against her opening, then slid up to tease her clit. She opened for me, her legs falling to the side as she arched, giving me better access to her breasts.
“Jericho,” Natasha moaned, and I could feel her body responding to me, becoming wetter with each stroke.
She tilted her hips up, grinding against me as I thrust into her. I slid inside, slowly, enjoying every inch, until I was seated fully inside of her. Releasing her breast, I kissed my way back up to her mouth, then paused, a breath away from claiming her lips.
“I love you, Natasha,” I said again, then I took her lips as I began to move.
Our hands found each other and entwined as her legs came around my waist. We made love with soft sounds, sighs, and whispers, worshiping each other with our mouths and hearts as we came together as one.
Spent from one of the most precious experiences of my life, I rested my forehead on hers as we struggled to calm our labored breathing.
Once the feeling started to come back into my limbs, I moved off of her, not wanting to crush her, pulling her with me so that she was sprawled across me. One hand at her back, the other caressing her arm, as she left sweet kisses on my chest.
I was about to tell her how amazing she was, when her stomach interrupted my thoughts.
“Are you hungry again?” I asked with a chuckle.
Natasha blushed prettily and bent her head to bite my skin gently.
“Do you blame me?” she asked. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“What time is it?”
She shifted to look over her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her lightly tanned torso and gorgeous breasts.
“Almost six,” Natasha replied, looking back and catching me in the act.
I grinned unabashedly and said, “I could eat, but first, I think we need to wash up. I for one am feeling very dirty.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked, “Again?”
“Always.”
I grabbed her close and swung my feet to the floor, lifting her with me as I rose, smiling when her light, happy laugh filled the room.
I managed to get us both into the bathroom and turned on the shower without injuring either of us, then proceeded to show her just how dirty I was feeling, and did my best to clean us both up.
By the time we made it downstairs, the rest of our group was already enjoying breakfast. They looked up as we approached, taking in our wet hair, freshly scrubbed skin, and what I was sure were matching satisfied faces.
I just smiled at the lot of them and said, “What’s good? We’re starved.”