He smiled in contentment. “That was something.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
He smiled. “You’re experiencing a lot of firsts with me, aren’t you?”
“All my first have been with you,” I informed him.
His expression remained tranquil, but I detected a small spark in his eyes that I couldn’t quite interpret. “Does that flatter you?” I asked. “Or scare you?”
“Both,” he replied honestly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” I told him. “I’d much rather you be honest with me, even if it hurts.”
He frowned. “Why would it hurt?”
I shrugged and buried my face in his chest so that he wouldn’t see my face when I spoke. “It might hurt one day, when you tell me that you’re…moving on.”
Chance was quiet for so long that I was tempted to look up at his expression. “Are you scared I’m going to want to move on soon?” he asked softly after a long pause.
“Sometimes.” I nodded. Then I sighed and continued on before I lost my courage. “All the time, actually,” I admitted. “You never made me any promises.”
“Natalie?”
“Hmm…”
“Can you look at me, please?”
Biting my lip, I raised my head to meet his perfect hazel eyes. “Yes?”
“I love spending time with you,” he said sincerely. “And at the moment, I can’t imagine ending this. Can that be enough…for now?”
“It can.” I nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “Good… because I really like you, Natalie. You’re… different.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a great thing,” he told me. “All this time, I thought I just wasn’t made for relationships, but now I realize…maybe I was waiting for you.”
I felt my heart flutter at his words, and I realized I was wet and willing again. “Be careful,” I said. “That kind of talk can get a girl in the mood.”
Chance smiled. “Well then, feel free to seduce me.”
“Gladly,” I said, as I wriggled downwards feeling a new wave of inspiration.
His penis was limp, but I knew it would only take a small amount of effort to get him hard again. I had never imagined myself as the type of girl who might enjoy giving head, but now with Chance’s penis inches from my mouth, I realized I wanted to.
I slipped the head of his penis into my mouth and had the satisfaction of feeling him groan. I sucked the tip as my hands worked on the shaft, rubbing it up and down until he was hard as a rock. Then when he was finally erect, I took the length of him into my mouth. He grabbed the seat in front of him violently, and I saw his eyes roll back into his head. It made me feel powerful and confident.
I realized I was perfectly comfortable taking him deep into my mouth and sucked him hard until he was grabbing at me, clawing at my body like a dying man grabbing at a lifeline. The second time we fucked, I was on top of him, taking the reins, taking control of my sexuality and my newfound sense of liberation.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chance
I rolled to my side and reached out, hoping to snuggle in next to Natalie, but my hand met empty sheets. I blinked my eyes open and turned. For a second, all I saw was blinding light, but as my vision began to focus, the image in front of me became clearer.
The white silk curtains to the massive French doors to our balcony suite had been opened, and rays of sun were filtering in little rivulets of diamond light. I could see Paris in the backdrop, with the Eiffel Tower standing proud in the center. The snow was light and it put me in mind of cakes dusted with icing sugar. If I concentrated hard on the street below, I could see flecks of snowdrops that had dusted the pavements. As beautiful as the view was, I couldn’t concentrate on it because of the perfect silhouette that stood before me, putting France to shame.