I watch Natalie sleep for a few seconds more before I finally turn on my back and shut my eyes. I’d rather force myself to sleep than think about my feelings. It’s just another thing to brush off but sooner or later, it’s all going to pile up.
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I wake up to the sound of rain. It’s heavy as it pounds against the window pane to the right of me. Groaning, I shift beneath the sheets, turning on my side and reaching my arm across the bed. As soon as my hand lands, I feel the cool sheets beneath my fingers and I sit up quickly. Where the hell is she?
I push out of bed, looking directly at the spot where her teal suitcase is. Realizing it’s still there, relief washes over me and I finally blink. I thought I had scared her off. I would have hated for her to go back without telling me.
I glance down at my worn shorts, figuring a shower is best. Grabbing a towel, I trudge towards my bathroom and turn the knobs for the shower, allowing the water to pour. It takes only a few minutes for me to hear the bedroom door shut. Not long after, I hear light footsteps making their way towards the bathroom. The door creaks open and I watch Natalie’s thin silhouette through the clear shower curtain.
Through the blur, I watch as she strips down to her underwear. I feel a throb between my legs, realizing that her slow, sweet actions are turning me on. She unhooks her bra, revealing the light pink of her nipples just as she pulls her hair to one side. She slides out of her panties and right after, takes slow steps towards the shower. With each one of her steps, I feel my dick twitch and I lick my lips, waiting for her to step in.
Without invitation, she pulls the curtain back and steps in without bothering to look at me. I don’t think she realizes how sexy her actions are. For her to come in, I know she wants it. I know she’s asking for it. After drawing the shower curtain closed, she turns around to look at me beneath her eyelashes. Her brown eyes look from mine to my chest, down to my abs, and then down to the arousal that can’t be hidden. I refuse to hide it. I want it inside of her.
“I was hoping you would get up soon,” she says softly. “I went to get some coffee.” I watch the way her lips move, the way they pucker after she’s completed her sentence.
I don’t even think on my next action. I want those lips against mine. Hooking my arm around her waist, I pull her against me until I can feel my arousal digging into her. I swallow the moan that comes from her and lick away the few drops of water that are spilling from my wet hair to our mouths. Her panting picks up as I move my lips down to her neck. I suck on her warm skin softly, and she tenses as she wraps her arms around my neck.
My fingers dig into her waist and I pick her up. I can feel myself throbbing pleasurably. I always go for the buildup. I always want the pleasure to last. Apparently she has other plans because she pushes against me so I can place her back down.
I look at her, confused, as she presses her palms against my chest but once her body begins to lower and she licks her lips I know exactly what she wants—and I’m not stopping her. A hiss sizzles through my teeth as she drags kisses from my pelvis and down between my legs. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed having sex with her, but most of all I’ve missed having her body against mine.
She finally drops onto her knees and the water from the shower head runs from my body to hers. Her skin glistens with each drop that splatters onto her face and her shoulders. Looking up at me, she grabs the entire length and begins to stroke. My head falls back and I groan as she pumps quicker, harder. She allows little time for her warm lips to wrap around me and when she does, my groans turn into growls. Her head and neck moves forward and backwards while she moans with each stroke and lick. I grab a fistful of her hair and hold on tightly but