Authors: W. Ferraro
Thankful that she was ready but wanting to make sure she was positive, he asked, “Are you sure Natalie? This can wait. It can’t be undone, once it’s done.”
“I’ve waited twenty-eight years. I’m ready.”
With a shake of his head, he turned and walked with intense purpose as he pulled Natalie along in his wake. She needed to take three steps to keep up with just one of his strides. They entered the house and Dylan walked toward the stairs leading up. When they reached the top, he guided her to the second door, opened it and let her precede him in. The cathedral ceilinged room was masculine, yet elegant. The exposed beams running length wise to the room were complimented by the tongue and groove wood covered walls. The walls did not end, instead the pattern of timbers continued up until they met at the top, where a huge glass window gave the impression there was no roof. This room, too, had a floor to ceiling black granite fireplace. Opposite the fireplace was a huge bed. The large dark carved headboard stood out. From what she could see, there were intricate carvings within the dark wood but she could not make out what they were exactly. The large mattress was covered with a thick navy blue duvet that made Natalie wonder if she lay on it, would she sink? Along with a chest and a few other pieces of furnishing the room was bare, yet cozy. There was a large window seat in an alcove looking out to the gorgeous view. Natalie stepped into the middle of the room and turned, once again, toward the man whose vision created this masterpiece of architecture.
Seeing her standing in his bedroom, something in Dylan opened. The way she viewed his home and saw the beauty in what he saw, made him feel sincere happiness. To the point that he confirmed it was not a mistake bringing her here. In fact, Dylan only regretted that he didn’t have something special for her here.
“Do you need a private moment or two, Natalie?” he asked in his husky voice, as he slowly stalked toward her. Natalie answered with a light shake of her head.
When he was only a few inches from her he gently lifted his hand so that he cradled her cheek in his palm. From the action, Natalie closed her eyes for a few moments and when she reopened them and returned his gaze, her beautiful brown eyes were glossed over with arousal. Gently, Dylan removed her glasses and placed them on the closest surface. Without her glasses she looked so young, but yet, still Natalie. Dylan could tell she could not really see clearly with the way she was squinting.
“Would you like them back on?” Dylan asked, as he looked toward her waiting for an answer.
“No,” Natalie answered, knowing quickly her other senses would take over when her vision lessened; just like they always did when she was with Dylan.
Hoping her nerves would not get in the way, she stood there waiting for Dylan to make a move. She was rewarded when he lowered his head and kissed her under her right ear. Natalie did not know such an area could be so sensitive. She swore her center began to burn just from the touch of his lips there. He nibbled on that area for a few moments before placing kisses along her jaw line and finally resting at the corner of her mouth. He then went to the other side and started to repeat the same route. Feeling ridiculous that she had her arms glued to her side, Natalie tried to wrap them around his waist but gently Dylan put them back by her sides. Dylan then entwined their fingers lightly as he guided her hands up straight in the air. Once her arms were upright, Dylan grabbed the hem of her sweater and ever so slowly lifted it up until she was free of it. He tossed it somewhere behind him. In the soft sunlight streaming through the windows, Natalie stood before him in the salivating bra from earlier. As Natalie lowered her arms, she stood as if waiting for inspection. Her breasts were pushed up from the interior padding in the most feminine of all ways. Dylan leaned in and gave her lips a quick kiss.
“You are beautiful, Natalie.”
“Dylan, you don’t need to say such things,” Natalie whispered, feeling self-conscience.
“You are right; I don’t need to say anything. I want to say them because they are the truth and you should hear them,” Dylan said, as he slowly ran his finger on the inside of her waistband and felt the electric charge from his fingertips all throughout his body. Her skin was like silk. Being with Natalie, like this, made Dylan think of Christmas and the excitement it is to unwrap a gift. With a quick flick of his thumb, the button freed from its hole. Looking for Natalie to give him any sign that she wanted him to stop, Dylan waited what seemed to be an eternity before slowly lowering her zipper.
When Dylan made no further move to undress her, Natalie looked upward with blurry vision for answers to why he stopped. Her inquisitive look was met with his smoldering chocolate gaze. The air rushed from her lungs.
“Natalie, I would never hurt you. I want this to be everything you want, so please tell me this is ok,” Dylan said, as he once again threaded his long fingers into her hair and held her gorgeous bare face in his palms.
“Dylan, please. Show me everything.”
And with that, Dylan lowered his mouth and took hers. While his tongue and lips stripped her mouth, his large hands slid her jeans over her hips to where they pooled on the floor. Once her shoes and socks were removed, she easily stepped out of her pants. Dylan took a step backward but held her hands and perused her body until he got his fill. The small bikinis covered her apex like snow covered a mountain top. She had a dark birthmark on her left hip and the darker freckles continued to cover her lower half. Dylan even thought her knees were adorable. As she stood there the dim lighting created a halo around her, Dylan was sure she had to be some sort of angel. They walked over to the bed and Dylan pulled down the covers. Given the height of the bed and Natalie’s small stature, Dylan easily picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. Before joining her, he removed his shirt, shoes and socks. Once they were added to the trail of discarded clothing, Dylan climbed up onto the bed.
Natalie felt like her whole body was shaking, not from nerves but from excitement. Here she was, Natalie Parker, in a man’s bed, specifically, this man’s bed. When Dylan removed his shirt, even with unclear vision, Natalie was sure she felt her heart skip several beats. His shoulders and chest looked like they were carved from the same granite as the fireplaces. The solid muscles were tan and covered with the lightest covering of hair. Two small dark nipples stood out before more and more ripples were defined. The dark path of hair followed down to his navel and beyond where it was hidden from her vision behind his jeans.
“Like what you see?” Dylan asked teasingly, but hoping she did.
“You’re beautiful Dylan,” Natalie said, as she wound her hands around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. Unlike all the kisses before, this one was different. It was slow and soft. His tongue created a tempo that was very easy to follow. He seemed to be in no rush to go any further than this and she was completely fine with that. She never thought just kissing could be so mesmerizing or intoxicating. Natalie thought kissing Dylan could only equal climbing Mt. Everest. The skill and determination one would need to obtain to make such an attempt always baffled Natalie. Natalie was glad she didn’t have much experience in the kissing department because she was sure all others would be poorly represented when in comparison to his kiss.
Finally, Dylan withdrew from her mouth, but his lips never left her body. He slowly traveled down her neck being sure to stop at the spot below her ear. When she moaned out her appreciation, he continued lower until he lightly nibbled and bit the spot between her neck and collarbone. Natalie gripped Dylan’s head and tipped her own head back as his delightful and skilled mouth continued lower. He followed the center line down her sternum until his chin rested on her pushed up breasts. He added kisses and licks to first one breast and then over to the other. When Natalie’s grip became tighter he succumbed to the temptation he had felt since he saw her in the bra. He gently used his teeth to pull one cup down exposing her entirely to him. Her pink nipple called to him. As he took it into his mouth, they both moaned. He sucked until it was tight and erect. Natalie held onto him but surrendered to all the sensations swirling through her, she tilted her head back and just enjoyed the ride. Dylan made quick work of the other cup and gave the same sensual erogenous consideration.
When Dylan left the peaks of his attention, he kissed his way down, zigzagging as he went over her rib cage until he reached her navel. The small inward dip deserved some attention Dylan thought. He dipped his tongue in and then circled the dimpled area with his tongue before finally coming to the border of ecstasy. The band of her panties had the same satin ribbon as its matching bra above but this one had the added bonus of not only Natalie’s delicious scent but now the scent of her desire as well. The new musky fragrance fueled Dylan’s own animalistic needs. With great unhappiness, he lifted away from her until he was kneeling upright.
“As nice as these are, as beautiful as you make them, their need is no longer required.” Dylan hooked his forefingers in at her hips and pulled them down until her legs were free. He then pulled her upward and quickly unhooked her bra and as he slid the straps down her arms he finally got a full look at Natalie completely nude. Aphrodite had nothing on Natalie, he thought. She was perfect.
Natalie did not want to be the only naked person in this bed; her gaze never wavered as she pulled Dylan toward her by his waistband. Knowing that she was anything but smooth as she worked the button and zipper free, she tried to just focus on what she was doing rather than how she could make it sexy.
Dylan let her do this at her own speed. He knew that she couldn’t really see without her glasses. When she had them pulled down as far as they would go given the position he was in, he lifted her hands to his lips and gave a kiss to each. He quickly hopped off the bed and rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs. When he climbed back on the bed, he stretched out next to her knowing that his rigid length pressed against her thigh.
“Dylan, may I touch you?” Natalie asked, eager to know what a man felt like under her fingers.
“I would be severely disappointed if you didn’t,” Dylan said, as he guided her hand around his cock.
Dylan lay back against the pillow willing to let Natalie explore his body. The sensual torture was just an added bonus.
Natalie sat up and hated that she could not see clearly. He felt thick and smooth in her grasp. The velvety texture was a surprise to her. The ribbed and corded veins running beneath the skin were just like his forearms. The head was round with a small drop of moisture at its opening. Natalie ran her hand up and down letting her fingertips explore every bump and texture. When she dipped lower and encountered the small tuft of hair surrounding the tightened mounds below, Dylan grunted. Now he was the one lying with his head tilted back enjoying the sensation. Natalie felt powerful.
No
wonder
about
the
hype
of
what
she
had
been
missing.
Dylan could not take any more of this agony. He quickly changed
their positions so that Natalie was now on her back with Dylan over her.
“For a virgin, you must have been a seductress in another life. I thought I could do it, but those fingers of yours almost brought me over the brink. And I can think of a much better way to lose my juice.”
Dylan covered her apex with his entire palm. As he brought his mouth down and took one of her begging nipples into his mouth, he gently and slowly ran his finger along her folds. Natalie locked her thighs around his hand. Calming her with his mouth, he slowly moved that finger all around her delicate opening until she allowed him entrance. She was so tight around his finger that Dylan could not wait to feel her accept his cock. Her wetness was flowing fervently now. He soon worked another finger in and smiled as her inner walls permitted him more easily. He finally added his thumb to her hidden jewel and was rewarded when she called out. With the correct amount of pressure and speed, Natalie was soon verbally begging Dylan. Dylan couldn’t hide the smile from his face, he loved how vocal she was. His thought was if you didn’t voice excitement in the bedroom, then you probably weren’t doing it right.
Natalie quickly unraveled from his manual assault. He held her vibrating muscles in the palm of his hand. When her breathing slowed and she opened her hooded eyes, he moved upward. She watched as he sucked first his finger and then his thumb that glistened with her cream. “Your taste should be listed with the other fine delicacies of the world.”
Blushing from his blatant outrageousness, Natalie brought one of her hands up and covered her now red face.
“I’m going to take you now Natalie, alright?” Dylan asked against her lips, as he wanted her to taste herself on him.
“Please,” she whispered back.
Dylan quickly brought the foil pack, which he had placed on the bedside table, to his lips. Once opened and in its place, he spread her thighs and took his place between them.
“Look at me Natalie. I’m hoping this will not hurt you, but it will be better once I’m in okay?” Dylan said, hating that he would cause her any pain. He was proud to know that it was him who was about to tear her fragile innocence. He began his entrance, being sure to go as slow as possible. He was relieved to see her gaze never waver or flinch from pain. When he could not hold off anymore, he pushed himself all the way in and was aware the moment her body accepted him completely. Natalie closed her eyes in that final moment, but soon opened them and he gave her a kiss full of tenderness.
“I’m going to move now.” And with that quick statement the phenomenon began. The rhythm was set starting out slow but quickly grew to demanding and purposeful. Natalie lifted her thighs causing Dylan to sink even further into her. He touched a spot that Natalie didn’t even know she possessed. With the beautiful and staggering feelings that were building within her, Natalie was sure the only result would be combustion. She flew higher and higher and did not even know she was calling out until Dylan began answering her. His face contorted as if in pain but his words were those of want. Finally, the moment arrived and Natalie exploded, thinking her limbs flew off in every direction. She yelled out his name before collapsing into a heap of skin and bones. Dylan followed right behind her, as he emptied himself he plummeted down from the best high he could ever remember then collapsed onto Natalie’s uncomplaining body.