Three of Spades (15 page)

As if Natalie read his mind, she spoke her first set of words since the confusion in the garage. “Please Dylan; let me know again, what it’s like to feel you deep inside.”

Christ, did she have any idea she was handing him a one-way ticket to the front doors of Hell? He had done what she asked of him and he would keep his word. He would go through with the act of being in love to give her closure with her mother, but he just could not feel her delectable body hugging his rigid wanting cock again. A man could only take so much.

“Natalie, I don’t think that is a good idea,” he said against her soft palatable lips. He knew she would take his words as if she had done something wrong. Perhaps he should let her think that. It was the cowardly thing to do but it would get the needed results.

Natalie pulled back slightly so she could look up into his eyes. But this time, it was different. Her thoughts did not go immediately to her doing something wrong. No, there was something else going on. He still had her in a firm embrace. She could feel his reaction probing her stomach.

“Why?” she asked softly yet firmly, as she started placing kisses along his exposed neck.

Figures!
She
chooses
now
to
become
aware
of
her
sexual
power.
The magic of her lips on his neck were causing the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other to think they should go into business together. As she nibbled and licked, she began making soft moans and audible sounds as her lips moved from place to place. He knew he was willingly accepting and holding on to the one-way ticket as he said, “Fuck it!”

He claimed her lips in a demanding fashion. This would not be soft and easy. This would be the action that his raging body demanded. He needed the animal to come out. To roar and toy with its prey.

His lips and hands moved at a growing speed. They kneaded and flexed over inch of lovely inch. From breast to ass, he just touched her everywhere. He was soon removing the closure of her pants and shoving them down. Without waiting for instructions, Natalie shuffled her feet out and kicked them away as she tried to get closer to him. Her sweater, bra and panties followed. Soon she stood there in full nudity. Dylan found the unknown strength to step away from her and remove his shirt. His jeans remained in place, but he undid the button to give some room to the uncomfortable fit. Giving her one final long full kiss on her pink lips, he picked her up wrapping her wonderful legs around him. Her exposed wet center brushed against his abs and Dylan shuttered. He went down on his knees and laid her down on the blanket. He adjusted the pillow so her head was comfortable. With his forearm, he shoved the remains of their meal away, not caring of the mess it caused. He looked down at her beneath him, lying in her gorgeously nude body. Her slight frame looked beautiful and womanly with the swell of her breasts naturally sending them upward. Her ribs, navel and abdominal muscles moved as her breathing grew quick. Without knowing the consequences, she placed her hands on her stomach and moved them from apex to breast in a quick moment of modesty. But Dylan saw it as the most arousing of pictures; Natalie touching herself sexually. Without further ado, he leaned his dark head down and kissed her navel. With wet kisses focusing on her skin, his skillful hands caressed her breasts. Teasing and squeezing her nipples until Natalie’s moans spoke volumes. He started his travel to his favorite of all destinations. When his lips brushed the inside of her thigh, Natalie gasped. With a quick soft, “shh,” he continued his oral assault. The first lap of his tongue against her folds made her fear disappear. Soon he was devouring her as if this were his final meal on earth. His tongue sought and took. His hands traveled south, appreciating everything in their path until they came to rest under her. He forcefully pulled her apart giving him the best access to everything. Soon Natalie was yelling out in a language she had only read and dreamed about. Her verbal ability fueled Dylan further. She was soon screaming for him to never stop. Finally, Dylan removed his tongue from within her opening and easily slid two fingers in then focused his tongue on her clit. Natalie combusted; she quivered and convulsed. Dylan watched as her bodily effect radiated over her. He placed soft kisses along the inside of one thigh and then the other. When her breath changed to a slower speed, Dylan moved his wonderful mouth up her body until his larger frame covered hers.

Natalie found the strength to open her eyes but she was sure that was the only movement she would be able to make, for at least a month. When she did, Dylan’s dark gaze was right in front of her. Because she had her glasses on, she could clearly see the pride that was displayed on his gorgeous face.

Dylan made the quick motion of entrance, until he was buried to the hilt. Natalie’s body cringed, not from pain, rather from the concern that she could not take any more wonderful sensation. He made no attempt to move within her. He, himself, surrendered to the fantastic feeling of being gripped by this gorgeous little body. He opened his closed eyes and with the softest of caresses, he rubbed his thumb across her cheek and rested it on her swollen lips.

Feeling brazen, yet natural, she opened her mouth and sucked his thumb in. She once again tasted herself on him, and rather than be embarrassed, she enjoyed it. She watched as his eyes opened wider at her reaction and the sexiest of smiles grew across his face.

“Like that, Babe?” he asked huskily.

That made her blush. Dylan rolled to his side, leaving her, and Natalie felt immediate loneliness. They lay there, naked body against naked body. And then, Dylan was pushing her to her side facing away from him. When she stiffened from unfamiliarity, Dylan moved his head so his lips were next to her ear.

“Shhh, it’s ok. I promise it won’t hurt. Relax Natalie. It’s me.”

She did as he asked, as her eyes focused on the now roaring blaze in front of her. As flames with hues of orange and white grew higher, so did the feelings and sensations swirling inside of her. Dylan positioned their bodies so he could easily slide into her from behind. With her recent climax, she was wet enough that he was, once again, buried to the hilt. Natalie leaned back into him and began pushing back against his growing thrusts. Dylan wrapped his arm under her, effectively pulling her back against him, so he could take her mouth in a mimic of their lower halves. With his free hand, he anchored to her hip, using the leverage to quicken his climaxing thrust. When he emptied himself into her, they both looked at the dancing flames. As they lay there in the ecstasy of fulfillment, Dylan leaned forward and found Natalie asleep. She looked so beautiful in slumber. With her breathing even and her soft lips slightly apart, Dylan just watched as this woman dreamed. Knowing he needed to move, he withdrew from her lovely body and watched as she responded from the departure. When she settled back, placing her folded hands underneath her cheek, Dylan found the strength to stand up. He watched as she slept, he covered her with another blanket and went to dispose of the latex.
SHIT!
He
forgot
the
condom!
His head whipped around to see if Natalie reacted to his mental realization. Every sexual encounter of his life, Dylan had never forgotten to use protection. Christ on a crutch, if his inability to keep his dick out of her wasn’t bad enough, now he ran the risk of making the ultimate life fuck up!
Way
to
go
Cross,
not
only
did
you
potentially
ruin
your
happy
unanswering-to-anyone
ways,
you
may
just
have
ruined
Natalie’s
life
too!

~TEN~

N
atalie woke up to a dwindling fire and a dark quite house. She was still naked underneath the warm fleece throw. Standing and wrapping the blanket around her, she padded bare foot toward the glow from underneath the garage door. When she opened the door, she found the music playing softly and Dylan’s feet stick out from under the muscle car. She walked without making a sound until she was standing next to him. She listened as he sang along with the rock song.

Dylan was wondering what time it could be. He knew he had been working for at least a couple of hours now. The car would be moving under its own power, very soon. Using his arms as leverage, he wheeled himself out from under the car and found himself staring up at Natalie.

“Hey.”

“Hey. I’m so sorry I feel asleep. You should have woken me,” Natalie said, wondering why he didn’t.

“Not a big deal, besides you’re kind of cute when you sleep; snoring and all,” Dylan said, enjoying his playful jab.

“I do not snore!” Natalie yelled, but she blushed anyway.

“If you say so, Babe.” Dylan climbed to his feet and walked over to Natalie. He thought she looked adorable standing in his garage with her bare pink covered toes sticking out from the dragging fleece throw. Her lips still looked swollen and it made Dylan’s ego take a bow.

“If you continue to stand on the cold cement floor, you are going to catch a cold. Go on into the house and I’ll be right in,” Dylan said, before he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Feeling as if she had been dismissed, Natalie shook her head in agreement and walked back into the house. She quickly found the downstairs bathroom and changed into her now fully wrinkled clothes. She wished she had thought to grab the bags from Dylan’s car with her new clothes in them. When she reemerged, she cleaned up the mess from their scattered meal and folded the blanket. She was just finishing cleaning up the kitchen when Dylan entered.

“Natalie, you didn’t need to clean up and you didn’t need to strip my bed either. It’s just going to get messy again when we sleep in it tonight.” With that he walked over to behind the bar, removed two bottles of beer from the mini refrigerator, sat down on the couch, and turned the television on.

What!?!
He did not just imply she would sleep here, did he? But then, Natalie thought about it, and why couldn’t she? The house was empty back home and she would just be kicking herself for not asking him to stay with her there. Besides, it piqued her growing interest when he mentioned them messing things up again. With that, she accepted the cold bottle, settled in against Dylan, and watched what could have been paint dry for all Natalie cared. She was with Dylan, what more could someone want?

Soon, it was time they called it a night. At Natalie’s request, Dylan went and got the packages from CeCe’s and placed them in his bedroom. Natalie asked for a few moments before Dylan joined her. As he shut down the lights and closed the house up, he could not help but think about the point he had been trying so hard to put to the back of his mind. Should he tell Natalie about his lapse in control and judgment? Or should he just shake it off. I mean, what were the chances he would get her pregnant? He knew if he told her, she would just worry continuously. So, he would be doing her a favor by not telling her, right?
Yeah,
Cross,
you
just
keep
living
in
La-La
land.

Dylan entered his bedroom and found Natalie was still behind the closed door of his bathroom. Dylan decided to give her whatever time she needed. He went and used the other bathroom in one of the guest rooms and got ready for bed. When he came back, he found the master bath door was open and the room was dark. He looked toward the bed and found it empty as well. He was just about to call out for her when he saw her and his heart stopped. She stood in the alcove looking out over the moonlit sky. With her back to him, he could see the intricate lace work from her flowing negligee. The dark pink straps crossed over her beautiful exposed back, and the lace edging plunged down to the top of her perfect ass. As if sensing his presence, Natalie turned and faced him. The lace work mimicked its plunge in the front as well exposing her navel. The mesh between the lace clung to her skin as if issuing its own invitation. The pink satin material that sheathed the rest of Natalie, all the way down to her toes, begged for Dylan’s touch. He could see her perked nipples sticking out from the thin material. She had pulled her hair up into a messy knot, exposing her mouthwatering neck. Her glasses were gone and her face was clean of makeup. Dylan was glad he had built a fire in here earlier. She would freeze if he didn’t get her undercover soon. Under him was more like it.

“Natalie, you are absolutely beautiful,” he said, as his eyes continued to take in her sexy appearance.

“Thank you, CeCe picked it out,” Natalie said, as she looked down at her body.

Dylan wanted to tell her it was not the negligee that made Natalie beautiful, but honestly, he didn’t want to waste time on words. He would much rather show her what he thought. He started toward her and she met him halfway. As if she was the most fragile piece of glass in the world, he held her face and reached out for her lips. Keeping his hands on her cheek and letting the silk locks of her hair cover them, he just kissed her, communicating all that he felt. She held on to his forearms and accepted his compliments. In classic fashion, Dylan picked her up and cradled her against his chest, having her legs hang over his forearm. He carried her to the bed and placed her down in the middle. He was just about to lean in for a kiss when Natalie halted him by placing a hand on his chest.

“Wait, Dylan. I’d like to try something. Please?” she asked him with her sweet voice and the most endearing look from her gorgeous brown eyes.

“Anything you want, Babe,” he said, wondering what she was thinking of.

Kneeling on her knees, she pulled his shirt up and over his head without letting her gaze stray from his own molten chocolate one. When the shirt was removed, she lightly but forcefully pushed him backwards so he was lying down.