She gave him a little smile, then reached up and pulled some pins out of her hair, allowing it to tumble to her shoulders, before turning to the dresser where she slowly removed her jewelry—long, dangly earrings and a bracelet to match. Rubies, he thought, with small diamonds. He’d buy her something better, something to mark her as his.
She pulled at the zipper under her arm, turning to face him as the dress slid down to pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a barely-there black lace bra and a tiny pair of matching panties. She stood, and stared at him boldly, despite the blush heating her pretty cheeks.
Christian did a lazy scan of her body, head to toe, and back up again, lingering at all the intriguing places covered by those bits of lace. When he met her eyes, he let her see the hunger that was burning his throat, and creating a heaviness in his groin.
He crossed the room slowly, holding her gaze, watching her pupils dilate with emotion. There was fear there, but also desire, excitement. Was she afraid of him? Or of her own response to him? She licked her lips, a deliberate provocation that answered his question.
Reaching out, Christian hooked his fingers in the center of her bra and tugged her closer. Flicking the clasp open, he pushed the delicate cups aside. Her breasts were heavy against his palms, large on her delicate frame, their tips a deep rose against the golden hue of her smooth skin. He molded the soft globes with his fingers, coaxing her nipples into hard nubs as she leaned into his caress. She rolled her head on her shoulders, humming her pleasure with eyes closed as she savored the sensation. Her silky hair brushed against the backs of his hands, as her fingers gripped his belt, holding on as if she needed his strength to remain standing.
Christian freed one hand to twist in her thick hair, pulling her head back and holding her still for his kiss. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, before dipping into her warm mouth. Natalie went up on her toes with a soft moan, pushing for more, crushing her mouth against his in demand.
He only smiled. Breaking the kiss, he lifted his hand from her breast to glide it down over her ribs, past her waist, gripping her hip briefly before slipping his fingers beneath the slender band of her panties. He snapped it with a quick movement, and she jumped, eyes flashing wide open.
He met her surprise with a lazy grin as the lacy bits fell down the length of her legs to hit the floor, and she stood before him naked, except for her shoes. Dipping a hand between her thighs, he found her slick with arousal. She shuddered when he pushed a single finger into her opening, and her hands came up to grip his arms as she widened her stance, giving him better access.
Christian touched his lips to her forehead, whispering down over her eyes, to her cheeks, the corner of her mouth.
“You’re still dressed,” she fretted.
“Yes, I am.”
She looked up at the unapologetic confidence of his words, then gasped as he slipped a second finger into her pussy, and began stroking her, in and out, their gazes locked. A haze of desire clouded the rich brown of her eyes.
“Christian,” she whispered, pleading.
He held her stare, fingers pumping, gliding through the rich cream of her desire. He could feel the slight tremor of her thighs, the quivering of her inner muscles, as her body responded to the constant thrust and release of his fingers. Her nipples were hard pearls digging into his chest through the fine fabric of his shirt as she lifted her face to his, desperate for a kiss. He caressed her lips, his tongue stabbing between her teeth to taste the delicate flavor that was Natalie, matching the rhythm of his fingers into her sodden pussy.
With a small, needy noise, she thrust her hips forward, pushing hard, trying to force her clit against the pressure of his hand.
Christian growled, and slid his other hand around her hip, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass, before slapping her butt cheek in warning. “Behave.”
Natalie gasped her protest, and slapped his chest. A slap he barely felt. He chuckled and felt the heat as her skin warmed with a feverish flush that rolled over her cheeks and neck, before bringing a lovely, pink tinge to the tops of her breasts. Scraping his fingers up her smooth back, he wrapped her hair around his hand again, and gently tugged her head back.
“Onto the bed, chére.”
Her eyes flashed open in an instant of confusion, and he curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. “Crawl onto the bed, mon ange, I want to see that pretty ass in the air.”
Her entire body seemed to heat with embarrassment this time, and she made a little noise of wordless distress. His Natalie wasn’t wildly experienced. In fact, he imagined most of her previous sexual encounters had been conducted in the missionary position, in the dark. But, for all her shy blushing, she wasn’t unwilling. Even if he hadn’t had his fingers buried in the evidence of her soaking wet pussy, he could smell her arousal.
She glanced toward the big bed, then back to meet his eyes once more, as if to be sure he really wanted her to do this. And then she walked over and climbed onto it, crawling all the way up to nearly the headboard before she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.
Christian nearly had a heart attack. Did she know how she looked? What she did to him? She was the very image of temptation. Her lips were puffy from his kisses, her big brown eyes gazing at him in perfect submission, asking what she should do next. Long, auburn hair swept over her back and shoulders, and her position provided only tantalizing glimpses of her breasts, which swayed beneath her with every breath. But it was her ass that called to him. The perfect heart shape, the firm and rounded cheeks.
He started across the room, intent on taking her, but then paused. Hadn’t he just observed to himself that Natalie was, if not an innocent, then at least inexperienced? He needed to gentle her, to introduce her to the variety of sexual experiences in a slow, sensuous way. She probably didn’t even realize the temptation she presented, offering her ass to him like that. At least he hoped she didn’t. Because slowing the fuck down, literally, was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
“Put your head on the bed, chére,” he said quietly, as he began stripping off his clothes, tossing his jacket and shirt onto a chair, toeing off shoes and socks as he unbuckled his belt. “But keep that sweet ass in the air,” he added, in case she didn’t understand what he wanted.
Her eyes widened, but she did as he asked, which immediately made him wonder why he’d asked for that. The position didn’t exactly make it easier to resist her. Her glistening pussy was on full display, arousal slicking the swollen lips.
“Fuck me,” he swore, then unzipped his tux pants and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them and directly onto the bed behind her. His cock was so rigid it hurt. He stroked himself with one hand, while caressing her ass with the other, squeezing one of her exquisitely rounded cheeks.
He could fuck her like this. She was more than ready for him. He could follow that inviting trail right into her pussy. It was difficult not to, but his plan, which he’d only concocted in the last few minutes, was to seduce her. To show her all the ways he could make her body sing.
Bending low, he swept his tongue the full length of her slit, savoring her sweet flavor. Natalie squirmed, unintentionally taunting him even further. “Christian,” she whispered.
He bent over and kissed the cheeks of her ass, biting gently. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, while he was privately begging her to say “no.” The gods must have heard his prayers, because she shook her head, which caused her ass to wiggle and did nothing for his self-control.
Nearly moaning in relief, he gripped her hips and flipped her over. Natalie cried out in surprise, but then smiled, spreading her thighs, and lifting her hips off the bed in welcome. He moved between her legs, letting his cock settle in the slick heat of her pussy, but he didn’t enter her yet. He was going to teach his angel all the ways he could make her feel wonderful.