I take it. “What’s the surprise?” I ask.
“I thought I would give you a two-hour massage when we are finished.” She raises an eyebrow in question.
I smirk and grudgingly pick up my knife and fork and start to eat my dinner like the pussy-whipped man that I am. She is right… as usual. I need to get some perspective on this situation and not eating will not help.
I smile at the beautiful woman sitting across from me and she smiles back. “Thank you,” I murmur as I place my cutlery back onto my plate. I lead her into the bathroom and am blessed with the site of a double-massage table in the centre of the bathroom surrounded in darkness and lit only by candles. God, she knows me well. I need this tonight.
I slowly undo her robe and it falls to the floor, my eyes drop to her lips as my hand drops instantly to between her legs. I don’t have it in me for foreplay tonight. I want to fuck… and I want to fuck hard.
Her head throws back as I impale her with two of my fingers. I need all of her. Tonight’s the night I’m taking it. Blood rushes to my cock at the thought and I bite my bottom lip to stop my hips from pumping by themselves.
“Shower,” she whispers.
Hmm, I inhale deeply as my lips drop to her shoulder and I kiss her gently. I lick from her collarbone to her neck and up to her jaw. Natasha’s eyes close and she throws her head back.
“Joshua, shower,” she whispers again.
I step back from her and start to rip my shirt out of my pants aggressively as I undo the buttons double time. I crack my neck hard. Natasha rips at the fly of my pants to undo them quickly, sensing my desperation. I need to bury myself so deep inside that beautiful ass that I can’t see straight. I rip my pants down in one quick motion. The thought of what I’m about to do to this beautiful body of hers is almost too much to comprehend. I’ve waited eight years to take her there. We step into the shower and under the hot water and instantly I push her soft body up against the wall and bend my knees to rub my shaft through her dripping wet flesh. Fuck, she’s perfect. Her mouth is open and soft, like her body. My eyes close in pleasure at the visual of her. I will never get enough of this beautiful creature,. I am the only man who has ever seen her like this and I am the only man who will ever see her like this. It’s too much to handle and I crack my neck hard again. Natasha Marx and her beautiful tight cunt is enough to send any man insane with lust… and love. How did I ever get this blessed?
“Josh,” she whispers frantically.
I bring her thigh around my hips to give me better access and I slowly sink in one finger as I twist my hand. My eyes close at the feeling of her soft wetness, she whimpers softly and the sound goes straight to my cock. Unable to hold myself back, I push another two fingers into her and she winces as her body instinctively pulls away from me.
“Oww, baby, gently,” she whispers into my mouth.
Shit, I shake my head. I need to slow down. I instantly remove my fingers and kiss her neck gently as I try to calm myself down. I can’t hurt her. It’s my biggest fear that in my heightened arousal I will hurt her. I can’t ever lose control with her. She’s so soft and gentle, so tight… so everything I ever wanted. Take it slow, take it slow. I inhale deeply, take it slow. I slowly pick up the soap and turn her body away from me.
“Let me wash your back, sweetheart,” I whisper gently.
She turns and kisses me over her shoulder and her eyes search mine.
I frown. “What?” I ask.
“Why do you feel sorry for me?” she whispers.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
She turns in my arms and slowly runs her tongue through my mouth. “You only call me sweetheart when you feel sorry for me,” she whispers.
I smile. “Do I?” I whisper.
She smiles and nods. “Why do you feel sorry for me tonight?”
My eyes hold hers and my chest rises and falls. How does she know me so well?
“Tell me,” she whispers into my lips.
“I want to hurt you,” I whisper as my lips find hers. My tongue dives deeply into her mouth as my hands grab her ass and bring her up to rub her onto my erection.
“You would never hurt me, Joshua. I trust you… with my life. It’s ok—you can have what you want,” she whimpers.
My heartbeat starts to pump in my ears. “Let me massage you tonight, presh. I need to really touch you, baby.”
She smiles and kisses me slowly as her hand drops to my penis and she slowly strokes it in an upstroke. My eyes close and I hiss in ecstasy.
“Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” She kisses me again as her hand milks a burst of pre-ejaculate.
I smile into her lips. “Do you know how much I fucking adore you, my beautiful girl?”