Brody
I’m having the hottest freaking dream ever. We’re talking the stuff wet dreams are made of. Natalie is fisting my dick, pumping me slowly. My balls stir in response.
Only…it’s not a dream. She really is stroking my cock.
My eyes spring open, and I blink furiously, trying to focus. The first thing I see is Natalie leaning over me. The blankets have been pushed aside, and her hand is inside my boxers.
“Morning.” An innocent smile curves her lips. “Sleep good?”
Her tone is so fucking nonchalant. Like we’re just shooting the shit and her hand isn’t wrapped around my cock for the first time, making me impossibly hard.
I blink a few more times, wondering if maybe I’m still dreaming. If so, this is the best dream I’ve had in a while. Unable to resist, I reach out and cup her warm breast. Her nipple pebbles in my hand. Goddamn, but I love her nipples.
Nope, definitely not a dream.
She leans over and presses her mouth against mine. I nip her bottom lip with my teeth and pull. If she keeps touching me like this, I’m going to blow my load. That’s not something I’ve done since high school. Sophomore year, to be exact. Before I got laid on a regular basis. I don’t even want to talk about how humiliating of an experience that was.
With my free hand, I cover hers, stilling the movements.
She frowns. “You don’t like that?”
“I like it too much,” I grunt.
Her forehead smooths out as she tilts her head to the side. “And that’s a problem why?”
“Because I’m not fourteen and I don’t want to come on your sheets.” What’s this girl trying to do? Kill me?
Her lips lift into a sly grin as she pulls her hand away. I expel a deep breath in relief. As much as I love her touching me—and make no mistake, I love it—I wasn’t kidding. She’s going to make me come all over the place and that, I don’t need.
Before I realize what’s happening, she shimmies out of her panties and crawls on top of me.
My gaze drops to her bare pussy, which is nestled against my erection. Even through the thin material of my boxers, her heat radiates against me. I try to remain still, but that’s impossible. Within moments, my hips start moving and I’m thrusting against her softness. I’m mesmerized by the way her pussy slides against the black cotton. After a few more gyrations, her lower lips glisten with arousal, soaking my boxers.
All I want to do is sink deep inside her silky warmth and bury myself to the hilt.
My hands grip her hips, locking her in place. I still my movements and stare at her sitting astride me naked like a goddess. Her lips are parted, her pupils are dilated, and her dark hair tumbles in a tangle of waves around her shoulders. Her breasts are soft, firm globes topped with dusky nipples that I long to suck into my mouth. She has a narrow ribcage, flat tummy, and gorgeous, plush pussy lips that I’d give my left nut to sink into.
She’s driving me insane.
“What are you doing?” I rasp. Weeks of pent-up need crash through my aroused body. I’m barely able to rein in the lust. She’s pushing me past my limits. Any moment I’m going to snap and then all control will be lost.
Her lips curve into a smirk.
Do you believe this girl?
A fucking smirk…
“With all your worldly experience,” she says, “I’d think that would be obvious.”
The groan that slides from my lips turns into a deep chuckle. I can’t stand much more of this sweet torture.
But still…
I’m trying to take this slow. I’m trying to do the right thing where she’s concerned. There’s no need to rush this. For once in my life, this isn’t a race to the finish line before moving on to the next conquest. What’s happening here means something. Natalie means something. I want her to realize that.
“I’m trying to be a good guy, and you’re making it impossible. I don’t want you to regret anything we do together.”
She leans over and kisses my lips. “I won’t regret this,” she whispers. “I promise.”
I grit my teeth and flex my hips, sliding against her. I’m hovering over the point of no return. If Natalie changed her mind and decided to shut this down right now, I’d roll off the bed, throw on my clothes, and race home to take an icy cold, thirty-minute shower. Because that’s exactly how long it would take to deflate this hard-on.
But she’s not saying that. In fact, she keeps giving me the green light. I’m the one who’s pumping the brakes. It’s an unusual position for me to be in.
Last night she’d had too much to drink. There was no way I could take advantage of the situation, no matter how tempting she’d been while standing there in all her fucking glory.
But this morning is different.
She’s the one initiating this sexual encounter.
“Brody?” My name comes out on a breathy sigh full of need. “Please?”
Christ. Did I ever think I’d hear Natalie Davies begging for my cock outside of my fantasies?
Nope. Definitely not in this lifetime.
“Okay,” I say, giving in.
I raise my hips and hastily shove my boxers down my legs until I can kick them away. I groan when she nestles her slick heat against me. My eyes are glued to the place where our bodies are connected. With my fingers digging into her flesh, I move her lower half so that she slides against my hard length. Her pussy is pure nirvana.
“You feel so good,” I bite out. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m about to lose it. Which is ridiculous. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
I’ve spent the last couple of months feeling not much of anything as far as sex was concerned. I could take it or leave it. I’ve stared at naked women and haven’t felt the slightest twinge of arousal. My roommates are nailing as much ass as they can. Once upon a time, I’d been the same way. There wasn’t enough pussy to plow my way through.
But somewhere along the line, that changed.
And sex became mundane.
This feels anything but.
How am I ever going to get enough of this girl?
Natalie throws her head back and a low moan slides from her lips as I flex my hips again. Slow and controlled is the name of the game. I want her to be just as needy and turned on as I am. Is that even possible? I doubt it.
“Brody,” she whimpers. “I want you inside me.”
Even though my brain is clouded with pleasure, I know we can’t do anything more without protection. I won’t put either one of us in that situation.
“Do you have a condom?” There’s one in my wallet. I’ll certainly get it if necessary, but the thought of moving her delectable little body is an unpleasant one.
Displaying an impressive amount of flexibility—something that will most definitely be explored in the near future—Natalie leans over and opens a drawer on her bedside table. She pulls out a foil packet and tears into it.
With her teeth.
Fuck…that’s hot.
I’m wondering if there’s anything she could do that I wouldn’t think was a turn-on.
I gulp as she tosses the wrapper onto the table. “You want me to do that?”
A gleam enters her eyes. “Nope.”
Sitting back, she slowly rolls the latex over the tip of my dick. Let’s face it, condoms aren’t sexy. But watching Natalie unfurl it onto my cock is sexy as fuck. My eyes flick to hers. There’s a look of utter concentration on her face. Her teeth nip her bottom lip as if she wants to get it just right. When she rises to her knees, I groan at the loss of warmth as she slides the rubber over my shaft.
She grips the base of my dick with one hand and aligns it against her opening. My eyes are focused on the erotic sight. Still poised over me, she strokes the head against her lower lips.
Unable to stand another moment of this exquisite torture, I arch my pelvis, needing to bury myself deep inside her.
I glance up. Her teeth are still nipping her lower lip, and her eyelids have fallen shut. Her cheeks are stained with color. Sitting astride me like this, Natalie takes my breath away.
By the time she slides her pussy lips around my hard length, I’m on the verge of exploding. I have to grit my teeth against the pain radiating from my cock. She moans and seats herself completely.
I close my eyes as I immerse myself in her body. She’s so hot and tight, it feels like my dick is being strangled. Fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before. It feels like heaven.
My fingers bite into her hips as I slide her up and down my hard length. “Christ, you feel amazing.”
Natalie sighs in agreement.
“I’m not going to last much longer.” I grit in warning.
“Me, neither.”
I thrust my hips, and she finds her rhythm, the pair of us moving as one. Everything about this moment feels right. I want it to last forever, but I’ll be lucky if I can hold on for sixty more seconds.
She arches against me, her head lolling back. When her inner muscles convulse, I lose it and we both come at the same time.
She yells out my name and I chant hers feverishly as an orgasm streaks through my body. I feel it all the way from my head to the tips of my toes.
When the last little spasm dissipates, she collapses limply against my chest. Her harsh breathing matches my own. I wrap my arms around her body and hold her anchored to me so that she can’t escape. And then I close my eyes and enjoy the aftermath. Even though I’ve softened, I’m still buried deep inside her body.
This, I realize in an odd moment of clarity, is exactly where I belong.
Here.
With Natalie.
And I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my fingers.