Her fingers kneaded at his forearms, short nails scratching. He hoped she left marks.

“I feel like a dirty old woman when you look at me that way.”

“I like you dirty. The old is bullshit. I don’t want to hear that. Ever.”

“Harder, you sweet talker,” she panted, grinding her pu**y against him. “Just like that.”

“Shit. Stop.” He gripped her hips, holding her still. Slamming his eyes shut against the real-life wet dream sitting on top of his cock. He’d played this moment over and over in his head but nothing came close to actually touching her. Need almost made a mess of him. “Nat, I’m a little on edge here.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She petted him apologetically but the unholy gleam in her eye remained. “So when you thought about our first time, how did you imagine it?”

“Honestly? There was less talking, more action. And you were wearing this red thing…”

She grinned, leant down to kiss him again, good and hard. Teeth chinked. She was obviously as hungry for him as he was for her. So f**king good. Her hips rolled against him and white light edged his vision. The sweet heat of her was killing him. He groaned loudly and his balls drew up tight.

This had gone on long enough. He needed inside of her. Now. “Nat.”

“Sorry. Sorry. I got carried away.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he rummaged for his pack, pushing aside the shotgun and fossicking for … “Got it.”

Natalie leaned over, inspecting his pack with interest. “Exactly how many condoms did you bring with you?”

“Some.” Three boxes, total. They’d been sitting on the shelf of an abandoned pharmacy. He’d grabbed them … just in case. Which was bullshit. He’d had every intention of using every single one with her and then searching for more. The need she put in him wasn’t going away any time soon. He ripped into the nearest then did the same with one of the foil packages within, handed the contents over to her waiting hand. “Please. Hurry.”

She shuffled down his body, took his c**k in hand. Delicate fingers wrapped around the width of him. His hips kicked and Natalie gave him a look with a hint of mischief. Oh, man. She even licked her lips for good measure. A living dream. “I like this.”

Angus moaned and fought the need to thrust into her fingers, breathing out hard through his nose. He was running out of time. She had no f**king idea what she did to him. Her grip tightened and he felt about ready to beg. Propose. God, just do something. Sweat sheeted off him.

Shit, she was going to kill him.

But she didn’t. Thank God, because the condom cooled things down, dulled the sensations just enough. Natalie rolled it down with smooth precision, kissed and licked her way up his stomach, his chest, crawling back up his body. Taking her time and driving him mad. He grabbed her beneath her arms and brought her mouth back to his. Kissed her soundly, impatiently, several times. Soul deep. Trying to tell her everything he couldn’t begin to know how to say.

Her ni**les brushed his chest and she guided his sheathed c**k into her waiting cunt. Slowly impaling herself on him, never breaking eye contact.

The feel of her enveloping him. Taking him deep into her body. There was nothing like it.

Nothing.

The very first time of what he hoped to be many, many more. Mine. He counted backwards from fifty, locked down his stomach muscles. All that shit so as not to lose it. His ragged breathing was the only noise. But every breath brought her scent to him anew. She marked him inside and out without even trying.

“You okay?” she asked.

Hell, how could he not be? He was in paradise. He was in love.

He managed a nod and she started to move with a dreamy smile.

“You have no idea how often I dreamt of this.”

“Natalie,” he groaned. Helpless beneath her and loving it.

“But I wanted you safe …”

“We will be.”

She rose and fell on him, hands sliding over his shoulders, his chest. Fingers brushing across his ni**les. Teasing him. Her greedy hands were all over him and he loved it. Loved the growing look of intense concentration as she rode him, her dark eyes never leaving his face.

She was his now and he’d tell her as much. Later.

Sensation spread through him, stealing his mind. His spine felt electric with the tension building. There were no words to describe how good it felt when she f**ked him, the scent of sex on the air and the slap of skin on skin. Dark hair sliding across her shoulders, the sway of her tits in the sunlight. His dream girl. His miracle. No one before had ever mattered this much. He couldn’t even remember a before. But this … this he wanted to remember every second of. He wanted it to last forever but that wasn’t going to happen.

Not even remotely. Not this time.

“Make yourself come,” he said, voice harsh and his throat tight.

Natalie held two fingers to his lips and he sucked them into his mouth. Wetting them for her.

And then, bloody hell.

The sight of her touching herself, strumming her clit for him. Not an ounce of shame in her. It was more than he could take. He clutched at her hips, taking what he needed. Her sweet, slick cunt taking him. The hand against her groin picked up speed and her internal muscles fluttered around him, clenched at him.

“Angus,” she moaned, working herself onto him harder, faster.

Her sex squeezing him. Fingernails digging into him. It was a whole-body effect she had going on and he was lost to it, heart and soul. He held her hips tight as he thrust up into her tight body, once, twice, three times. He swore and some strangled noise escaped him. Nothing he’d ever heard before. He came, grinding himself against her. Vaguely pissed the condom was between him. Emptying himself totally. Giving her everything. His mind was gone. Floating free. Every care and fear a distant memory. Everything had gone away but her.

Natalie sank down onto his chest, her weight welcome. The mounds of her br**sts squished between them, perfect. Angus ran his hands over her damp back. Let reality drift back slowly.

“I think I like having sex with you,” he said. “Very, very much.”

She smiled against the side of his face, huffed out a laugh. He was crazy for her laugh. “Mm?”

“But I might need to try it a few more times to be sure.”

“The three boxes of condoms in your bag kind of clued me into that plan.”

He laughed. “If you saw how many were in there, why did you ask?”

“I was testing your honesty.”




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