My eyes were wide with concern. “You don’t want to finish?”
He grinned. “I do. But you first.”
Then he slipped the panties over my hips and buried his face in my pussy. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushing against my thighs. His tongue lapping at my clit. I was already wet and needy after the blow job. And mewling noises were coming from my mouth as he brought me to the brink.
“God, you taste like heaven.”
“Oh fuck,” was my response.
He chuckled as if he knew how good he was and then ate me out like it was his fucking job. I came in ripples. Shattering into tiny pieces and somehow coming back together into one.
My eyes fluttered open, and I dropped my trembling legs. “Hey, you.”
He’d just hopped off the bed. His hand was in the side table drawer. “Hmm?”
“Come here.”
He held up the condom that he had been retrieving. Good thing one of us remembered. I was on birth control, but it was smarter.
He slipped the sheath onto his cock and then settled between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stared down at me as if I was the most incredible thing in the entire universe. Our lips came together, eager but tender. The tip of him slipped past my opening, and I groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered and then slid all the way inside me in one quick thrust.
I quivered at the full feel of him inside me. The coupling that felt so complete.
“I love that,” he murmured against my ear. “That first feel of you wrapped all around my cock.”
My body throbbed at the words. Then, he started moving, sliding out and thrusting back in. Picking up his pace with each movement until we were both pushing our hips harder and harder against each other. Working up to that moment where we both came undone.
He braced himself over me, taking one of my legs to his shoulder to get deeper. And it was that moment, that one perfect spot, where everything fell away.
I cried out then, yelling, “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” into the night. Until he gasped, hit bottom once more, and came with a powerful bellow.
Lewis dropped his head down to my shoulder. His powerful muscles heaving. His body sated and spent.
I ran my fingers across his hair and kissed his shoulder. No words needed to be spoken. Not after that. Not while we were naked and happy. All I needed was our heavy breathing and racing hearts. The evidence of how we had come together in that moment.
For I knew that nothing would ever be the same.
Part IV
Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn
Natalie
23
The limo stopped in front of Trinity for Jane’s club opening. I tensed in the backseat with Lewis at the red carpet and paparazzi waiting outside. I had known they would be there. Jane had pulled out all the stops. But I was still uncomfortable with the spotlight. Not to mention that this was the first time I would be out with Lewis since Harmony’s unfortunate party. Even worse, I knew the crew would be here. I knew that I might run into them. And I had come anyway.
For Jane. For Lewis. For Charlotte and Etta. For the person I was in this moment who wanted to be there for my friends…my boyfriend.
Even if the paparazzi display brought back a slew of negative feelings. I remembered strutting along behind Katherine as if I belonged here, as if Katherine liked me or cared. And it was hard to shake those feelings loose.
“I’m not nervous,” I lied to him.
Lewis bent forward and placed a kiss on my cherry-red lips. “Liar,” he murmured.
“I’m not nervous. I’m just remembering the last time I did this. The girl I was then.”
“Natalie, look at me.”
I swung my gaze away from the commotion at the entrance.
“You belong here. You belong here with me. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”
My shoulders loosened, and I breathed out once as the words rolled over me.
His hand threaded up into my long silver hair, tugging me closer. I leaned into him, feeling his lips against my own. Glad for the lipstick that wouldn’t budge and his hot presence that grounded me in that moment.
The driver tapped on our window, and Lewis pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving me hanging in the space between us. He ran his knuckles across my cheekbone and then winked, bringing me back to the present.
Showtime.
The driver opened the door, and Lewis stepped out first before holding his hand out for me. I took it and gingerly took a step into the spotlight. I’d had every intention of wearing the dress that Jane had purchased for me at Bergdorf, but this morning, when I’d been getting ready to leave to go write, a package had been delivered to my apartment.