No one else could have her. I knew I couldn’t keep someone as beautiful as her, but when she was in my arms, the thought of her someday being with someone else made me want to roar like some wild beast.
Her dress sagged open to reveal her chemise. The ivory and lace detail were of no importance to me. It was beneath it that interested me. When I saw her nipples puckered against the satin, I nearly growled in anticipation.
But Nat pulled back ever so slightly, her hand resting on my chest while she worried her lower lip between her teeth.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Every time we’re together you give me pleasure…” Quickly she averted her gaze. “What about you?”
I swallowed. “What about me?”
Shyly, Nathalie looked at me from beneath her lashes and smiled. “Do you want me to pleasure you?”
More than you can possibly understand.
In fact, at night it was all I had been thinking about. I fell asleep to the image of Nat on her knees, between my legs, taking my cock in her mouth.
Nat took my silence as encouragement and reached toward the buttons of my pants. Immediately, I grabbed both of her hands in mine. “N-no. Don’t,” I stuttered. “That’s not necessary.”
Nat appeared heartbroken at my refusal. I sat up and let go of her hands. “I can take care of myself in that regard.” I curved my hand around her neck to bring her closer. “But I want you, Nathalie. Believe me. I do.”
Her smile returned, but it was filled with knowledge. I had given Nat her first course on the true power women held over men and it was a swift punch to my gut because I knew there would be a time this power wouldn’t be used on me. I couldn’t keep something as perfect as Nathalie.
She was my Lady Gouldian. She would fly away eventually.
Nat leaned in, the sleeve of her dress sliding down one creamy smooth shoulder. “Asa,” she said, breaking through my thoughts. I found her staring at me with wide eyes. “I want to.”
I leaned back and spread my legs. As Nat moved between them, my Adam’s apple bobbed as though this was the first time a woman had touched me.
Nathalie settled on her knees and placed her hands on my thighs. They slowly moved toward the buttons of my pants. I didn’t help her unbutton them because I was following her pace. Everything was in her control.
She freed one button and then the other. My teeth grinded together as each button came undone. I had to stop myself from ripping them apart. Finally, my pants were opened, and I didn’t know whether to sigh with relief or brace myself.
Nathalie gave me a smile that was filled with trust and nerves. “Show me what you like, yes?”
All I could do was nod. My entire body was frozen in place, as I avidly watched her.
Her small, smooth hands were warm and slightly shaking as she moved toward my britches. I helped her push down my pants and drawers, and carefully watched her when I was exposed to her.
She didn’t make a sound or say a word. Nat merely stared. Just her eyes alone on me was enough to make me grow harder.
With wide eyes, she looked at me. “What do you like?”
I gave her a strained smile. “It feels good when you touch me. And you move your hand up and down.”
Nat started to move her hand toward my cock. When she was near the base, she pulled back. I nearly groaned in frustration.
This is agony. Please, touch me!
“Up and down?” Nat questioned.
I swallowed. “It will feel good.”
Tentatively, Nat began to move her hand just as I said. My hips nearly lifted from the bench at how good it felt.
At first, Nat’s touch was timid. But it was of no importance to me. She was actually touching me.
But as time went on, she grew more confident. Her touch moved faster, and my breath came out faster. When she started to tighten her grip, I hissed. If she kept doing that, I would immediately come.
Nat watched me, her touch slowing. Immediately, I sat up on my elbows and looked down at her.
“Is there anythin’ else you like?”
My mouth parted; there was a lot I like but I couldn’t… Yet her soft lips were so close to my cock. The thought made me twitch.
“You… you can use your mouth,” I bit out.
Nat merely lifted a brow, appearing far older than she was. “And you’ll like that?”
“I will love it,” I said raggedly.
As Nat slowly lowered her head, she kept her eyes on me. The first touch of her lips on the tip of my cock made me twitch; it shocked Nat, making her jump back.
But she came back, and her touch became exploratory. And the torture began. My fantasy couldn’t compare to the reality of Nathalie. I didn’t take into account the warmth of her lips on me.
When she used her tongue, I knew I was going to lose control, and nothing could stop me. My breath came out in pants. Nat’s mouth moved faster, and her hand joined in.
My thighs tensed, and I knew what was coming. Rather than pull away, one hand grabbed onto the back of Nathalie’s head, holding her in place. The other hand reached out and linked fingers with Nathalie’s.
I came so hard and fast; my legs were shaking. Against my cock, Nathalie moaned. I stared at her bent head with half-mast eyes, before my upper body fell back onto the bed.
Taking deep breaths, I stared at the ceiling. Moments later, I felt Nathalie digging through my pants that had fallen to my ankles. I was so sated and satisfied, I didn’t care. She rose in front of me with my handkerchief in her hand and dabbed at the corners of her mouth like a proper Southern lady.
Lowering the handkerchief, she smiled at me. “Did it feel good?”
“Did it feel good…” I repeated. Suddenly, I sat up and grabbed her around the waist before I fell back onto the bed.
She squealed with delight. With her palms on the bed, she looked down at me, her eyes twinkling. My heart dropped to my gut as I looked up at her beautiful face.
I swallowed and curled my hand around the back of her head. “You are perfect. Perfect in every way.”
“Asa-” she protested.
“I mean it,” I cut in. “Tu m’as manqué,” I said.
She frowned ever so slightly, then smiled. “I’m right here.”
I smiled sadly, knowing that we must part soon. “I know that.”
As though she could read my mind, her smile faded. She leaned down and repeated my earlier words. “You are perfect to me, Asa Calhoun. Perfect in every way.”
If I stayed much longer with her, I wouldn’t want to leave. I would beg her to choose me and no one else. But in this world, I knew there would be someone who would know how to love her, and properly.
“We should probably get dressed. We’ve been gone for quite a while.”
Nathalie scanned my face for a long moment before she nodded and stood.
I made quick work pulling my drawers and pants up. Once my clothes were in order, I turned Nathalie around and began to button her dress back up.
“When will I see you again?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.
I didn’t pause as I continued to work at the small buttons. As Nat waited for me to answer, I knew what I should say. She had given me the perfect opportunity, but her scent had enveloped me. I couldn’t think about the future. I couldn’t think about anything else but this beautiful girl. Finally, I finished the long row of buttons.