Taking the Thief

Chapter 6

Julian

I just got off the phone with my staff to check on the hotel. Being on vacation is hard for me, but since I had to kill some time before I was too tempted to run into the shower with Natasha and burying my cock deep inside her.

I give a slight rap on the door, but she doesn’t answer. I’ve been on the phone with my staff trying to get some answers. They believe it was one of her cousins that handed them the passports before exiting the plane. I’m not trusting anyone around her. The fact that she doesn’t respond to my knock bothers me. It’s only been half an hour since I heard the shower shut off.

When I go in, she’s on her belly in the tiniest pale pink nightie on. She has one leg straight and the other bent that drags the silky material up, revealing the bottom of her ass. Her creamy legs are on full display. I ache to run my hands along them and slide the material over her curves then slip between them and taste her sweet pussy. She stretches just a bit, and I see the edge of her white panties.

I hold back a groan, rubbing the bulge in my slacks. Her long black hair is in a braid and draped over her shoulder. I want to grab onto it while thrusting into her sweet pussy from behind. The image only makes things worse. I lock the bedroom door, then check the sliding glass door to the balcony. It’s secured as well.

It’s time for my shower. I take myself in hand, stroking my cock and picturing Natasha begging for every inch of me. As the vision in my head plays out, I’m pumping my hips and fucking my hand. A few more thrusts and I’m coming against the shower wall. Hopefully, this will keep me from touching her.

I wash up quickly, dressing in the bathroom, so I don’t scare her in case she wakes up. I walk out to go sleep outside her door, but then I hear a faint whisper from the bed. I move to her and listen to her breathe my name softly. I can see she’s asleep, but hearing my name from her lips, pulls me to the bed. I lay down beside her, covering both of us with the blanket and managing to avoid touching her. I close my eyes and do my best to fall asleep.

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Four hours later, I wake up to the fantastically perfect feeling of Natasha grinding on my thigh. Her small hand rubs my chest, and she moans. I look down and notice she’s still asleep and has no idea that she’s about to make me come. I groan when her hand goes lower, touching the tip of my cock that has slipped through the top of my boxers. Beads of pre-cum soaked my tip and now her hand.

This wakes her up, and she gasps. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” She’s as red as a tomato, but I’m so fucking turned on that I’m going to show her how much better than I am in her dreams.

“Don’t be sorry, Natasha. I’m glad you’re feeling better this morning,” I say with a grin. “You can touch me any time you want. But first, give me a kiss.”

I lift her up, settling her pussy along my hard cock and pulling her face down to mine for a kiss. She rocks her hips, sending her pussy lips over the tip as I take her mouth.

“You move again, I might not be a gentleman,” I admit. She’s too much for me to handle I want to claim every inch of her and plant the next generations of Navarros inside of her.

“Give it to me, Julian. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine.” I lift off her nightie, revealing her breasts. Unable to resist then run my lips across her fabulous breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth, while the other is getting attention from my hand, squeezing and massaging it. I switch back and forth between her large and firm tits. She slides her pussy over my half-covered cock again. With a growl, I shove my boxers down enough to free my cock completely, then push her down my length. I feel her innocence tear, and between the utter pain I know I’ve caused her and the pure pleasure, my ego roars. She cries out, looking down at me with tears in sea blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Natasha.” I hold onto her waist and roll us over, so I’m on top. “Do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head and clasps my face with her hands, dragging it to hers and kissing me. I let out a growl, sliding my hand down her waist and over her hip until I cup the back of her thigh. Lifting it, I wrap it over my hip and rock into her womb slowly, letting her feel my thickness tenderly, until she’s ready.