It's Only Love (The Matthews Family)

He raised his head and I gazed into his eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and held on tight as my body shuttered in sheer ecstasy.

I opened my eyes to the sight of Victor staring at me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. In that moment, I finally gave voice to something I was afraid of, but knew I was sure of. I was in love with this man and I was afraid because I allowed it to happen so quickly. But I didn’t. I know now that I fell in love with Victor some time ago. I just refused to admit it to myself.

I sat up and placed my hand against his cheek and he turned to place a kiss in the middle of my palm before moving to my wrist and up my arm, to my neck and then to my lips. The heat started to build again until I couldn’t take any more of his foreplay; I wanted him buried so deep inside of me that we would become one.

I grabbed a hold his thick girth and listened to him growl as I stroked him, allowing him to thrust inside of my hand as I slowly leaned back. We stared into each other’s eyes until I was on my back and he parted my moist lips with his head and I opened wide as he fed it to me.

I saw so wet and ready that Victor was thrusting in and out of me and with all the force that I needed him to. I cried out, and my thighs quivering as we both slammed our bodies into each other violently. He filled me so perfectly, the feeling was overwhelming. I clung to his back, clasping my legs around his waist as he worked in an out of me. And then Victor got into an exquisitely slow pace.

“Damn, you feel so good, Natasha.”

“So do you, Victor.”

We looked intently at each other and I was overcome with the need to tell him that I was in love with him, but he kissed whatever words I thought about saying and for that I was grateful. His mouth moved hungrily over mine and he kept his lazy rhythm.

I rocked my hips against his in an attempt to get him to go hard and deep, but he refused and kept ravishing my body the same way. I wasn’t about to complain because he was doing it so fucking good.

Victor was switching his angles and varying his pace and hit every spot I didn’t know I had and that got my hips moving. Then Victor began to pump it to me the way I needed it. I lost control again and before I knew it I was breaking up into pieces, shaking beneath him. He slowed his stroke but kept pushing it to me until I was done before ordering me to kneel at the foot of my bed.

I smiled inside thinking about how much I rather ride him until I came again, but kept that thought to myself as he stood behind me and placed me in the perfect position for him to enter me. Victor spread my thighs apart; I grabbed hold of the bed as he placed his hands on my hips and took my waiting body from behind.

I screamed from the pleasure and pain when he gave me the powerful thrust I yearned for, but then he slid out of me slowly; making me beg.

“Put it back in.”

He thrusted his entire length inside me hard and deep before once again slowly sliding out of me again. He was driving me mad, but I could tell from the sound he was making that he was enjoying every second of the sweet torture that he was giving me.

“That’s right,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper as he felt my walls tighten around him.

His thrusts became faster, deeper, harder and I worked my hips back against him, as he pounded into me, as the sound of lovemaking echoing throughout the room.

As our bodies began to work faster, colliding against each other, priming for release, I thought about how I wished this could last forever and held that thought in my mind as he reached his hand between my thighs to rub my engorged clit. As soon as he touched my clit, wave after wave of ecstasy assaulted me as Victor pumped it to me harder. Then he shouted my name, as our bodies melted into one another and we collapsed on the bed.

I laid in his arms and thought about how this man made his way into my heart. Victor changed my life; making me not want to settle for anything that wouldn’t allow me to be me. He made love to my mind, to my heart and now to my body.

Chapter Twelve

Victor

Wow!

What an incredible week.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I cannot for the life of me remember a time in my life that I’ve been this happy.

And the sex we’ve had has been mind-boggling.

Every time I look at Natasha, or even when I hear her voice on the telephone, it makes me want her. Natasha can just breathe or laugh or say my name sometimes and it will make my dick hard. She says she feels it too. One minute we’ll be talking and we’ll just look at each other. The next thing you know we’re into it. And so far, it hasn’t mattered where we were or what’s going on around us. And we’ll do it anywhere.

Wednesday night, I picked Natasha up after work and we had dinner at Orsay. It’s a restaurant on Park Street that serves classic French bistro fare. It’s a nice place, elegant décor, warm lighting, excellent food and the sexual tension between Natasha and I was intense.

The sun was setting while we were driving back to Natasha’s apartment and the beauty of it only proved to deepen our already intense mood. Natasha looked over at me.

“I used to work around here,” she said.

“Oh yeah, where?” I asked, not really caring, but because she said it, there was nothing more important to me.