It's Only Love (The Matthews Family)

I had to be inside of her.

But despite my irresistible urge to feel Natasha’s warmth, I wasn’t about to rush this. I planned to enjoy each and every second of this. I ground my hips into hers and felt her hips working in tandem with mine. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest and I wanted to finally feel them in my hands, so I cupped one, and both our bodies trembled a little when I squeezed her nipple.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” Natasha sighed, and started to grind her body against my dick. I pulled back and looked at her face. Natasha looked amazing.

I started to unbutton her top and watched as it fell to the sides, revealing her cleavage and softly sculpted belly. She reached up and slid it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She then snapped the front clasp of her bra, and I watched the prettiest titties I had ever seen fall free before my eyes.

Natasha made no move to remove the pencil skirt that she was wearing, and I didn’t want her to. She looked gorgeous just the way she was; and I wanted this image to stay with me. Everything about this woman was incredible.

She took a step toward me and kissed me softly. I gently took her face in my hands and tasted her tongue, before allowing one hand to blaze a trail down her body and reaching between her thighs. Natasha moaned and the look on her face said, please don’t stop, and she spread her legs a little wider. Our lips met again as I slowly rubbed her clit. I took her nipple in my mouth and felt it pebble beneath my tongue, while I then penetrated her with my finger and felt her clench around me.

I sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. I looked around the room and it took me a second or two, before I realized that I was dreaming and I was not about to have sex with Natasha.

I got out of bed and headed for the shower, thinking about how I’ve allowed Natasha to have me. I can’t think of anything without thinking of her. I turned on the shower and shook my head, because Natasha had reduced me to lines from a love song, because “she really had a hold on me.” I looked in the mirror.

“You trippin’ for real, kid,” I said to my reflection and got in the shower.

On my way to work I gave some thought to the dream I had that morning, and the inspiration behind it. I had known Natasha for almost two months now. We talk every day; we see one another just about every day for lunch or dinner, or just to get together and talk. Natasha and I have been to movies and museums and have taken walks to nowhere in particular.

When Natasha and I are together, neither one of us feels the need to act a certain way for fear of doing the wrong or inappropriate thing. And we have fun. We laugh. I can’t tell you how good it feels just to be silly sometimes, make funny faces, which by the way, Natasha excels at. But you know what I mean; I can finally be myself with a woman and trust me, being yourself and being with somebody that accepts you for who you really are—priceless.

And I haven’t even touched her.

That’s right, you heard what I said.

Other than the occasional brush of the hands, or me putting my hand on her back as she passes by when I open doors for her. Now, I gotta tell you: this no-physical-contact thing doesn’t usually happen with me.

Doesn’t ever happen, actually.

It’s been damn-near two months, and I have no carnal knowledge of the woman that I spend all my time with.

I understand why we are where we are. Natasha is in a relationship with another man. So, this no-sex thing may not be what I want, but I gotta say, it’s refreshing. I mean, I’ve met women and an hour later we had stripped down to the skin, and I was deep inside her. But with Natasha it’s been different. It’s not like I don’t want her, because I do. I want her badly. But what’s different is that sex is not the reason I’m there. I’m there because there is no place else I’d rather be.

When I got to the office it was in crisis mode, and I was dragged into a meeting. The problem was creating a role-based security group to establish controlled access to protect sensitive data in the system. It took me a minute to recognize the issue and awhile longer to come up with a solution that would satisfy all parties, but by the end of the day, it was resolved and Jack was, once again, telling me that I was the man.

Later that night, Natasha and I had gone to listen to some live music on the Riverfront Stage at The Landing, and then we stopped at Fionn MacCool’s Pub after we found out that we both would kill for their French dip on a toasted hoagie roll. We had ordered and I went to sit down, while Natasha went to the ladies room. When Natasha came back to the table she looked upset.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Natasha paused and got that look on her face that she gets when something disappoints her; which I had noticed a lot lately. I thought it was about Lloyd, but I didn’t ask.

“It’s just that people can be such jerks; that’s all.”

I turned around and saw a big, muscle-bound man standing at the bar, and he was looking at Natasha. “What did he say to you?” I asked, looking back at her upset face.

“It’s doesn’t matter, Victor.”

I shook my head and stood. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked, but I kept walking.

I walked up to big man and got in his space. “You disrespected the lady.”

“And?” he laughed a little.

“I think you should apologize to the lady, but I’m gonna give you a choice.”

He smiled. “What’s that?”