Chapter Twelve
Jacob
It felt as though the corridors stretched out for days in front of us as we made our way through them and towards my room. I hadn’t taken her up there yet – our encounters had been limited to her place or my dressing room, anywhere that we could be sure that the press wasn’t going to hound us. But now I could walk up there with her on my arm and proudly let everyone know where we were going. Hell, I half-wanted to stop a busboy we passed on the way up and announce to him what we were about to get up to, but I figured that might have been a little above his pay-grade.
We finally reached the door and I slotted my keycard into the lock; it clicked open and Natalie brushed by me to get inside.
“Your room’s a lot nicer than mine,” she looked around, eyebrows raised. “Were you cheaping out on me?”
“Maybe,” I replied with a shrug. “Or maybe I just wanted to make sure that I could dazzle you on our last night.”
She plopped herself down on the edge of the bed and cocked her head at me.
“Shut up and come here,” she purred, kicking off her shoes and holding her hands out to me. I stood still for a moment, looking her up and down – Jesus, the way she looked in that skirt. I would have to buy her a dozen more in every color, even if I knew I wouldn’t get anything done as long as she had them on. She crossed her legs chastely, as if she knew what was going through my mind.
“Open your legs,” I ordered, and her eyes flashed up at me. She knew what was coming next.
She parted her thighs at once, shifting the skirt up a few inches so I could see the black cotton panties that she was wearing. Even in the dim half-light of the hotel room, I could make out the shape of her pussy lips underneath. I slowly lifted my gaze to hers once again, and carried on talking.
“Take off your panties. Slowly,” I went on, and she hooked her thumbs around the fabric, lifted her hips off the bed, and pushed her underwear down and off her feet. She clamped her legs shut as she sat back up, and then slowly, slowly opened them again so I could get a look at her glistening pussy.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my mind filling with the memories of how it tasted, how it felt around my cock. I wanted to go over there and touch her, but I knew that waiting was just going to make it all the better.
“Your jacket,” I went on. “And your shirt.”
She did as she was told, undressing slowly so that every inch of flesh was a tantalizing treat.
Her eyes never left mine, as though she was asking for my approval, and I gave it in the few steps I took towards her. She pulled off her skirt, so that she was sitting there completely naked; I swept my eyes up and down her body and had to fight the urge to march over there and fuck her senseless where she sat. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
“Play with yourself,” I lifted my chin slightly. “Let me see.”
The buzz of alcohol was mixing with the power trip I was on, watching her do everything that I asked, and I realized then just how addicted I was to this woman. There would never be anyone else like her, no one else who could stimulate my cock and my brain in equal measure.
She slipped her fingers between her legs and spread them lewdly so that I could get a good look at her fingers as they went to town on her clit and her soaking slit.
I realized my cock was aching below my pants, and I reached down, unzipped, and pulled my erection into my hand. She moaned slightly at the sight of it, and arched her hips off the bed as she pushed two fingers inside of herself, as though mimicking what she wanted me to do to her.
My head was pounding, my body aching to feel her skin next to mine. I needed her. Needed her. She pushed her fingers further up her pussy, grinding down against them, stroking her thumb with her clit the entire time. Her mouth hung open, her eyes glazed over, and I realized then that I couldn’t wait a moment longer.
I strode over to her, pulled a condom from my pocket, and sheathed myself. She lay back on the bed at once, wrapping her legs around me and reaching for my ass so that she could draw me inside of her. I didn’t need telling twice. In one motion, I entered her.
“Fuck!” She exclaimed, her body arcing up and off the bed to meet mine. Her skin was so warm and soft and sweet and I covered her in kisses – from her shoulders to her neck to her mouth, our lips finally finding each other. She moved her fingers and slipped them into my mouth so that I could taste her as I fucked her, deep and hard and slow, and the combination of feelings was so good I thought I might come right there and then.
Her hands moved all over my back and my shoulders, her fingernails raking down my skin through my shirt. She lifted her hips to match my pace as best she could, shifting her weight so that she could drive herself back down onto me. Her body seemed to fit into mine perfectly, as though it had been made for me and me for her. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, focusing on the feelings, focusing on how much I needed this woman, on how much I adored her.
I had never fucked like that before, so full of emotion and heavy with meaning. She was my girlfriend now, the two of us committed to each other at last, and the sex seemed to have taken on a whole new quality; still hot as hell and as dirty as we could make it, but deeper.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she murmured into my ear. She knew what that did to me; her voice when she got close was so gorgeous, deep and raspy and heady. I turned to press my lips against hers and picked up the pace, pushing my tongue into her mouth and moving deeply into her. Fuck, she felt good. Hot, slick, and tight as hell. I grabbed her leg and pushed it back, allowing me even deeper penetration, and she gasped against my mouth.
Her pussy contracted around me, hard, before she made so much as a sound; seconds later, she let out a deep, guttural growl that echoed off the cavernous walls of the room. Her cunt pulsated around my cock, her body going from tense to limp beneath me as her face contorted with pleasure. It was one of the things I loved most about fucking her - she was never afraid to give herself over to the moment, never held back when there was pleasure to be had.
With a few more thrusts, I buried myself deep in her spasming pussy and came, tipping my head back and closing my eyes and happily losing myself to it completely.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, how long we sat waiting for our bodies to return to normal as we came drifting back down to Earth. I waited until her breath had returned to normal and slowly pulled out of her, disposing on the condom in the trashcan next to the television. She flipped herself round so her legs were tucked up beneath her and watched me as I tucked my dick back into my pants.
“You look cute like that,” she remarked as I sat down next to her on the bed, laying out flat and looking up at her. “With your hair all messy.”
“In that case, you’ll just have to fuck me every time I have an official function,” I suggested, propping myself up on my elbows. “As my stylist, of course.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge,” she grinned, and I leaned over to kiss her. After sex with everyone before Natalie, I had wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep. I was usually far too sensitive to be touched again, my entire body needing a break. But I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed more, had to have it, and she seemed all too happy to reciprocate. Our lips met in a kiss that was surprisingly chaste considering what we’d just been up to, and when I pulled back, the words popped out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about whether or not I even wanted to say them.
“I love you,” I murmured, brushing my nose against Natalie’s. Her eyes widened, and I realized what I had just said – and, in the same moment, realized that they were true. It might have been too quick for her, but I had to get it out there. I couldn’t sit on my feelings any longer. I had to let her know.
“You don’t have to say it back,” I assured her quickly. “I just wanted-”
“I love you too,” She cut me off before I had a chance to talk myself into a hole I couldn’t get out of. We blinked at each other for a second, and then kissed again, then pulled back to stare at each other once more. Both of us burst out laughing, and the euphoria that coursed through my veins in that second was better than any fight I could have come up with in a million years. She loved me. She loved me. And nothing else in the world mattered.