She grasped the fabric of my t-shirt at my back and ripped it from my body. Within seconds she’d wriggled out of her jeans and panties and was already pushing mine down my hips.
“Luc…” Her mouth found mine again, and she wrapped her legs around my bare hips, pulling me toward her.
I kissed her deeply, anxious to thrust hard and deep inside her, but I knew if I did this was going to be over in a matter of seconds. I needed her right on the edge before I let that happen because there was no way I was going to be able to last after all this time without her.
I tore my mouth from hers and kissed my way down her throat. She grunted in frustration. I wanted to feast on her breasts, to tease her nipples to stiff points, to suck until she screamed. But there wasn’t time. She was too frantic and I was too hot.
Before she could grab me again, I dropped to my knees, shoved her legs apart and, buried my face in all her warm, sweet wetness I’d been dreaming about for months.
“Oh, fuck…” Her hand slapped against the wall at her side. She rocked her hips up, pressing her clit hard against my sweeping tongue.
I groaned as I licked her, as her sultry, familiar taste filled my mouth, as I felt her growing wetter against my face.
“Oh, yes…” Her voice jumped an octave as she rode my tongue faster.
This was why I’d pulled her into the bathroom. Because I knew neither of us would be able to stay quiet the first time we touched each other again.
She rocked harder against my face. I licked faster and suckled her swollen clit. Her grunts and moans echoed around me, growing higher and louder with every passing second.
“Luc… Oh, fuck, Luc… I can’t… I need…” She wriggled against my mouth. “Please, please, please… I need… you.”
That was it. As much as I could take. If she climaxed, I knew I was going to come just from the sound of her pleasure, and I wanted to be inside her when that happened. Needed it the way I needed air to breathe.
I let go of her clit, pushed to my feet, and found her lips with my own as I wrapped my hand around her back and pulled her toward my pulsing cock.
She groaned into my mouth and held on to my shoulders as I gripped my shaft, pressed against her wet slit, then thrust deep. We both gasped as I filled her steamy channel and bottomed out. As the head struck her G-spot and her pussy clamped hard around my cock like a vise.
Fuck, she was tight. Tighter than I remembered. And so damn perfect all I wanted was more.
“Oh, yes, Luc… There.” She rocked up against me. “Fuck me… Please. Fast…”
“Natalie…” My fingers dug into her ass as I drew back then thrust in even harder, unable to stop my hips from moving now that she was pulsing around me.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“I’m not going to be able to last,” I mumbled against her lips. “Dio, you feel so damn good.” I shoved in deeper. My thrusts picked up speed. “So much better than I remember. Cazzo, I’m about to come…”
“Yes, yes, do it. Come…” She threw her head back against the mirror, digging her fingertips into my shoulders as she met every one of my pounding thrusts, rubbing her clit against me as I pummeled her G-spot. “Come, Luc… I want to feel you explode deep inside me. Come now…right now…”
I was unable to hold back. The friction was too much. Her steamy pussy clenching my throbbing cock was too intense. And her words… They were a command, an order, a wicked fantasy I’d been imagining in my head for so damn long…
The orgasm slammed into me like a bolt of lightning, so fast, so hard, so powerful, it was as if every moment we’d been apart had been building to this crescendo. To consuming not just my body, but my heart and soul at the same time. To proving that she, this… us… was the reason for everything.
Faintly, I heard her scream my name. Her pussy spasmed, and I felt another shockwave of pleasure as she milked me of my release, drawing out every drop until I was left trembling and limp.
I might have blacked out. I wasn’t sure. But when I finally tore my eyes open, I realized the shower was still running behind me, my face was pressed against her damp shoulder, her silky fingers were in my hair, and she was whispering sweet, tender words in my ear that made me want to melt all over again.
My heart swelled. Grew so big I thought it might burst right there in my chest.
Sweaty and breathless, I lifted my head and looked at her. At the sweet smile on her lips, at her glazed and damp eyes locked on mine. At this beautiful woman who hadn’t just rocked the world right out from under me, she’d proven all over again that she was mine, even though I would never deserve her.
“Sorry,” I managed. “That… wasn’t what I planned for the first time.”
Her smile widened. “Sorry? For what? That was…” She lifted her lips to mine. “Mm… That was amazing.”
I couldn’t help myself. I smiled myself as she kissed me because it had been amazing. Every time with her was amazing. But I could do better.
“Eight seconds wasn’t what I had planned,” I mumbled against her lips. “A year and a half of celibacy has left me out of shape. Plus, you’re so damn hot, I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Mm… I like that.” She lifted her hands to my face and kissed me deeply. “I really like that. I promise I’ll do everything I can to get you back in prime fucking shape.”
I chuckled, loving that she knew exactly what to say to relax me. But then, this incredible woman always knew what I needed, even when I didn’t. Even after all this time.
She drew back and gazed at me, and as I looked into her soft blue eyes, all I saw was love. So much, it filled my soul. So much, it pushed out all the emptiness I’d been feeling all these months without her and made me whole again.
“I love you,” I managed, my throat thick, my eyes growing wet once more. “Dio, I love you desperately.”
“Show me.” She drew my mouth back to hers, and her tempting tongue skimmed mine, making my cock jerk inside her. “Take me into that shower and show me all over again, Luc. I need more of you. I need all of you.”
I groaned and sank into her kiss.
She already had all of me. She owned me, body and soul. She was the only woman in the world who ever would.
“Hey.” Natalie’s soft voice brought my head around where I sat on the footstool I’d dragged to the side of Ian’s crib set up in the sitting area of our room. “What are you doing?”
“Watching him sleep.”
She climbed onto the ottoman behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and perched her chin on my shoulder. “You have to be tired.”
I was. Deliciously so. After I’d had my way with her on the counter in the bathroom, I’d dragged Natalie into the shower as she’d wanted and washed every trace of Giovanni from both of us. Then I’d loved each inch of her body the way I should have been loving her these last eighteen months.
“I just can’t stop looking at him.” I closed my hand over hers at my waist, pulling her closer, loving her heat and that grapefruit and honey scent of her skin I’d missed so much. “He’s so... perfect.”