“No. No, I couldn’t do that.” How could she even doubt it? He’d told her things on that stupid damn walkie-talkie he’d never told another living soul. “You don’t need to worry about that. Ever.”
Her chin wrinkled up and he kissed it too. Again and again.
“Tell me you believe me,” he prompted.
Her mouth opened and her bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry. I’m ruining it.”
“Tell me you believe me.”
She nodded jerkily. “I believe you.”
“Good. You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re brilliant for my self-esteem,” Natalie sighed and then chuckled. Low, throaty sounds that fulfilled two of the top three items on his list of things to hear before he died. Her hands slid down his body, moulding to his damp back. Clinging to him enough to let him know this was getting to her too. “Let’s get this T-shirt off. Hmm?”
“Yeah.” Angus pushed back onto his knees, ditched the shirt, started tearing open his shorts while he toed off his sneakers. Naked was excellent. Naked was clearly where they needed to go. His heart pounded inside his chest. Sweat slicked his body and his hands were still shaking. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice. “Ah, Nat. Get your clothes off. Now. Please.”
“You’ve got combat adrenaline.” Natalie rose up onto her elbows and eyed the bulge in his boxer briefs with interest. “I read about it once.”
He frowned at her, confused at the change in subject. “Maybe. Does it matter?”
“No.”
“You’ve still got your clothes on.” He pushed down his cargos and boxers, needing to get naked. Needing her to get naked, but Natalie was busy, watching. The expression on her face when she saw his cock for the first time was immensely satisfying. The dart of her pink tongue across her lips like she was contemplating all manner of stuff. Her eyes roamed over him, breasts heaving like there wasn’t enough air in the apartment, even with the balcony doors wide open.
She really did have the best tits. The best everything. Her voice alone had kept him hanging on for days. To think she’d imagined him gone. The things she’d said to him, how she’d kept him hoping, yearning. She’d given him a reason to live when every last thing was lost. Now he’d gotten to her there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going anywhere without her.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said.
Angus grunted. Not that her lust for him wasn’t nice but he was concentrating on other things. Things like not losing his load right here and now. The need to claim her in some primal way thumped around inside him, burning through his blood.
The effect she had on him.
Getting her top off would take longer so he went straight for the shorts, hooking the elastic of her panties into the deal. Two articles of clothing for the price of one. Eureka! Without hesitation he stripped them both straight down her long, shapely legs, eyeing up her pussy. Every bit as interested in her sex as she’d been in his. No game of ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ could have measured up. There was a dark strip of hair on her mound and plump, pink lips. So damn nice. Here, too, she was prettier up close than he’d imagined. And he had spent some solid time imagining.
Angus traced her moist slit with the pads of his fingers. Up and down, over and over. Just feeling her. Learning her. Her breathing grew choppy. He eased in a finger, experimenting, sliding it in deep. Pumping first one, and then two, slowly into her. She was warm and wet inside and out, her pussy making soft sucking noises as he finger-fucked her.
“Angus,” she moaned.
He could listen to her say his name all soft and husky for a good long time.
Her whole body tensed and she whimpered when he searched out the top of her seam, locating her sensitive clit. Rubbing either side. Her folds were flushed the darkest pink and his dick screamed bloody murder but he couldn’t pull himself away from playing with her.
Not just yet.
Dark eyes were on him, huge and hungry.
“I want to lick you.” He didn’t recognise his own voice. “But later, okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured, hips bumping against his hand. Demanding more. The air was laced with the scent of her. It was intoxicating. He twisted his fingers, watching to catch her every reaction. It made him hot, making her squirm. “Angus, enough, come here.”
She smiled and arched her neck, pressed her mouth to his. Kissing him slow and sweet. Opening her mouth to him when he licked at her bottom lip. Making his head spin.
His Natalie.
She pushed lightly against his shoulders. “Let me up so I can put my mouth on you.”
“No, ah, that’s a bad idea.” He eased back, started working her top up and off her. Easy enough, but the bra lacked a front closure. Unacceptable. “Time to change positions.”
Angus rolled them, taking her onto his chest, her dark hair falling over his face. Natalie’s hands gripped his shoulders and she sat up, astride him. What a view. Her breasts jiggled, snaring his immediate attention, but the sudden press of her hot, wet cunt against his tortured cock felt insane. Terrible. Perfect. His jaw locked.
They needed to move forward with this sex thing before he disgraced himself. He hadn’t been this worked up in years.
“Why is it a bad idea?” she asked. “You’d like it. I promise.”
“I believe you,” he croaked. “Take off the bra. Please.”
She did so with a pleased smirk, her earlier shakes and tears long since forgotten. Given half a chance he’d have a smile permanently on her face. She threw the black satin aside. Her luscious tits tumbled into his waiting hands. Hard, brown nipples made his mouth water and his blood surge anew. He shook his head, closing his eyes against a wave of light-headedness. Too much to do. Several lifetimes’ worth and then some.
He rolled her pretty nipples between his thumb and forefinger, plucked them and played with them, making her breath hitch and her mouth fall open. That was nice, but honestly, he was too caught up in pleasing himself to notice much. Maybe next time. No, definitely next time. He’d be all about pleasing her. She’d never doubt him again. Not in any way, shape or form.
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 pussy 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 fucking 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 cock 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 fucking 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 nipples brushed his chest and she guided his sheathed cock 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.