It's Only Love (The Matthews Family)

“What did you say?”

“Lloyd and I aren’t together anymore.”

“Shhhh,” the man behind us said.

Natasha put her finger over her lips and whispered, “We’ll talk after the movie.”

As you can imagine the next two hours were the sweetest form of torture. Lloyd and I aren’t together anymore. We’ll talk after the movie. You know I had questions that I had to know the answers to, but you know what; she and Lloyd aren’t together anymore and she is sitting here, next to me and we’re watching a movie. Natasha was here, with me, and this is good.

But I still had questions.

After the movie was over, which, by the way, turned out to be better than either of us expected, Natasha and I walked out together. Once we were outside of the theater, she first apologized for the way she’d run out on me that night. I completely understood and accepted her apology. Then she told me about her break up with Lloyd and I was overjoyed.

“So for the last couple of weeks I’ve just been getting back into me. I found a new place that I absolutely loved. Did some shopping, had a spa day and pampered myself.”

“That’s great,” I said knowing that I wanted to pamper her. I more than anything, wanted to show her how I felt about her and how much I missed being with her. “You sound like you’re very happy with the change.”

“I am. And I’m glad to see you.”

“Well if that’s the case, you should let a gentleman walk you to your car. A lady oughta have a man to escort her to her car.” It was the same line I ran the first time we stood in this spot and it made Natasha smile.

“Actually, I didn’t drive. I don’t live too far from here so I took a cab. But I’d be honored to have a gentleman drive a lady home.”

Natasha

I was a jittery mess in my apartment. I only moved in two weeks ago and I hadn’t gotten around to unpacking everything yet. Victor didn’t seem to notice, matter of fact, I was beginning to wonder if he had noticed anything about the place at all. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the rooms I showed him on our tour. Whenever I would mention what I really liked about the room we were in, he’d just look into my eyes, nod his head and say, “Cool.”

We got to my master bedroom, and for obvious reasons, I decided to make it quick. I had every intention of pointing out the mahogany bedroom set I selected. The prized possession was the huge sleigh bed that I absolutely adored, with intricate etchings in the wood. So I pointed out the huge bay window that was the focal point in the room and was ready to move on.

“I really like watching the sun rise and set and at night, I enjoy how the moon takes center stage and provides me with all the light I need.”

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said.

The tone of his voice made me turn to him and he wasn’t looking out the window.

“I think you’re absolutely beautiful, Natasha.” He paused and took a step closer to me. “And so is this place of yours. I hope you’ll make happy memories here.”

I took a deep swallow, and tried to slow my heart beat. With Victor standing this close to me, his masculinity overpowering me and weakening my resolve to take my time easing into whatever we might be able to have together.

But when he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “You also have a nice bed,” I completely dissolved.

I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me, I pressed my lips into his and he immediately responded. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me close to him. His soft warm lips moved slowly and sensually over mine, drawing a helpless moan from me. The need that I’ve suppressed for so long to have him made me dizzy. I started pulling at his shirt, and rushing to undress him. Our clothes came off in a frenzied rush that was only interrupted by my need to kiss him. When he slid off his boxer briefs, I quickly realized that Victor was amazing.

Yes.

I throw myself into his arms and the feeling of his skin was against mine and his hands caressing my body the way I’d been dreaming of since forever was intense. No man had ever touched me this way, ever made me feel the things he was making me feel. I ran my hands across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms, buried my face in his chest and planted kisses over every inch of it.

He lifted my head, kissed my lip softly and whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Then our kiss deepened as Victor slid his tongue inside of my mouth in tantalizing strokes and his hands caressed my ass and he gently pulled me toward him. When I felt his thickness grinding in between my thighs, I pushed my hips back and forth against him until I thought I would explode.

I broke our embrace, but only for a second because Victor cupped my breast and flicked one of my protruding nipples with his tongue before moving on to the other, gently biting it and then with the moist heat of his mouth licked and sucked my nipple in ways that made my entire body feel like it was liquefying under his touch.

The solid warmth of his lips was so arousing. It made me fe

el like I would explode. I wanted him so much, I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I wanted him closer, and deep inside of me.

As his tongue trailed a path across my sensitive flesh, I moved back towards the bed, sliding up on it and moving to the center of it. As he watched I spread my thighs; I wanted him to have me, all of me, with no barriers, no limits. Time seemed to slow as he ran his hands up my thighs toward my wetness. He ran his thumb against the hood of my clit and watched as my back arched at his touch. I shut my eyes as the sensation of him running his finger back and forth made me moan with pleasure. Then the warmth of his lips replaced his finger and the energy that had been building, sent waves through me that I felt all over my body.