Dirty Scoundrel(43)

"That did occur to me." I rub a hand up and down her back. "So basically  what I'm hearin' is that we're both shit at communicatin'."

"I believe that to be an accurate statement, yes."

"Maybe we should work on that," I tell her. I glance around her room and  spot a pen on the dresser beside her bed. Pressing a kiss atop her  head, I pull away from her arms and pick it up. I sit on the edge of the  bed, and when she moves to stand closer to me, I take her hand in mine.  "I don't know if you noticed, but for a while, I was writin' things on  my hand so I wouldn't forget how to act."

"I remember," she tells me. "I saw a S and a R. I wondered what they were for."

"The R was for ‘ruthless' because I decided I was gonna be ruthless  about gettin' you in my bed. And the S was for ‘scoundrel,' because Knox  suggested I be one. Said that I should be mean and not care about your  feelings in this contract I made you sign. That I was gonna use you to  get what I wanted and not care somehow." I shake my head. "Shitty  advice."

"Maybe you don't ask your single brother for advice about women," Nat teases, smiling.

I nod. "Thing is, I couldn't be mean to you. You've always just been so  sweet and perfect and exactly what I wanted, and every time I tried to  be ruthless, it never worked out. I ain't cut out to be a scoundrel." I  take the pen and draw a tiny heart on her knuckle. "All I know how to do  is be in love with you."

"That's not such a terrible thing," she tells me breathlessly. "So do I get to write a message on your hand?"

I hand her the pen. "Go for it."

She takes my fist in her hand and begins to delicately write something.  It's just a few lines, and when she releases me, I'm a little surprised  to see an E there. "E?"         

     



 

"Because you're my everything," she admits softly. "And you need to remember that."

I groan. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I take the pen  from her hand and put it back down on the dresser, then pull her close.  "I love you, Nat."

"I love you, too, Clay." Her smile is happy, gentle.

I lean in and give her a light kiss. "Way I see it, you've got two choices."

"Oh?"

"You can let me fuck you hard and dirty here on your bed, but you've got  to be quiet," I tell her, and slide a hand up her skirt to cup her ass.  "Or we can go out to my car, drive down the road about a mile and pull  over, and then I can fuck you hard and dirty there and hope the cops  don't stop to pay a visit."

"Mmm. Choices, choices." She shifts her weight, and her ass brushes  against my hand. Little tease. "I think I'm going to go with the bed in  here. It looks like it needs a little dirtying up, don't you think?"

I like the way she thinks. "You sure you're gonna be able to stay quiet?"

"If not, you'll just have to shove something in my mouth, won't you?" Her eyes gleam.

I pull her forward and bury my face against her tits again, stifling my  groan. "You are the naughtiest thing ever, Natalie Weston. I love that  about you."

"You love everything about me," she says lightly, a slight wobble in her voice.

"I do," I tell her. "Don't you ever think I don't. I loved you from the  moment I saw you. I loved you even when I thought you hated me. I loved  you then and I love you now. Don't think I know how to not love you."

"I love you, too," she whispers. "So, so much."

I pull her down next to me. "Then you ain't gonna mind if I pull this  skirt of yours up and test-drive my new beard? It's grown in quite a  bit."

She shivers. "Let's check things out, shall we?" Her hand goes to my  jaw, and she feels it, pretending to consider the length. "It seems  acceptable," she tells me after a moment. "Maybe not as good as before,  but acceptable."

"That just means my tongue will have to work a little harder," I tell  her, and get to my feet. My cock's already respondin' to this playful  talk between us, hard and pressin' against the front of my jeans. I  ignore it, though. Not when I've got Nat ready to let me go down on her  in this fluffy monstrosity of a bed. I ain't gettin' my nut until she's  come at least once. I wanna see if she can be as quiet as she thinks she  can, because, from my experience? Nat don't know how to be quiet when  she's in bed.

Which is . . . pretty damn fun. I wanna break that control she thinks  she has, too. So when she beams up at me, all gorgeous and soft, I lean  and give her a quick kiss and then say, "Get on your hands and knees."

Her cheeks flush immediately, which is just the prettiest damn thing. "What?"

"Hands and knees," I repeat, grinning.

"But I thought we were going to-"

"Oh, we are. Trust me on that."

She bites her lip and her face seems to be an even brighter red. "From behind?" she asks, scandalized.

"Absolutely. You chicken?"

"Of you having your face in my privates? No. Don't be silly." But she  can't quite keep her bluster together. She gets to her feet, smooths her  skirts, and then climbs on the bed on hands and knees, and looks over  her shoulder at me.

"Now, remember," I drawl. "Gotta stay quiet. Don't wanna be found out."

"I know!"

I grab the hem of her skirt and begin to slowly drag it up her thighs.  She shivers, and I can tell she's got gooseflesh. She's practically  trembling with anticipation.

I am the luckiest son of a bitch ever to have this woman. Humbled by  that realization, I vow that she's gonna get two orgasms from me goin'  down on her, not just one. She deserves a hundred, but I suspect she'll  be squirmin' off the bed by the time I get two out of her.

I carefully lift her skirt all the way up and blow a bit of air on the  backs of her creamy thighs. She squirms, sucking in a breath as I do,  and I can practically see her pussy clench through her tiny little  panties. They're a pale, cream-colored satin, the edges decorated with a  bit of lace, and they're just like her-elegant, ladylike, and still  sexy.

They're also comin' off right away.

I hook a finger in the fabric and slowly drag them over the curves of  her ass, revealing her pale skin. She shifts as I do, and it's almost  like her pretty ass is wigglin' at the thought of me tonguin' her from  this angle. Inch by inch, I drag the panties down, and then her pussy is  exposed, all pink folds and skin gleaming with a hint of arousal. Nat  makes a little sighing noise when I pull the panties down her thighs.         

     



 

"Shhh," I remind her. "You're supposed to be quiet."

"I am," she whispers. "And should I take my shoes off?" She taps one foot against my leg.

"Nope," I tell her. "All I need are these panties gone. You can keep the rest on while I fuck your pussy with my tongue."

She bites back a low little moan and sinks down on her elbows. "God, Clay," she breathes. "You're filthy."

I am. She likes that, though. I can tell. She's already wet just at the  thought of my tastin' her, and I haven't even put my mouth anywhere near  her yet.

I move off the bed from where I'm kneeling behind her, just so we can  remove her panties off both her legs. I pull them off and then hand them  to her. "Keep those safe for me."

She lowers her head to the blankets and gives a little muffled groan.

"Quiet, quiet," I remind in a low voice, even as I trace one finger up  the inside of her thigh. She's trembling, and when I finally get my  finger on its slow journey up to her cleft, I touch her ever so lightly,  moving back and forth against the seam of her cunt. "I want you to be  fuckin' soaked when I put my mouth on you, baby," I tell her. "Get that  pussy sopping wet for me so I can lick up all those juices."

She shudders and snatches a pillow from near the headboard, holding it against her face to muffle her heavy breathing.

"Spread your legs for me, I think," I tell her, rubbing my finger back and forth over her folds. "Nice and wide."

Nat shivers again and her hips jerk, almost as if she's tryin' to clench  around my cock. Fuck, I love that. I'm dyin' to push my fingers into  her and fuck her with my hand, but I'm gonna drag this out. I want her  to lose control, and the added torture of tryin' to be quiet is just  part of the game. It's clear she's enjoyin' this, because she's so wet  the insides of her thighs are gleaming with moisture. I want to lick it  all up.

Hell, maybe I will. Maybe I should lie on my back and let her sit on my  face for a bit. The mental image is enough to make my sac tighten, as if  I'm ready to come, too. And when she obediently parts her legs wide,  revealing her pink folds? It's too much to resist. "Scoot up a bit on  the bed."

"What?" She glances back at me, her face flushed and her hair tousled.  Her eyes are glazed with need and I've barely even touched her.