He grabbed my hips, pushing himself against me. I felt his breath hot on my neck. I could barely think as I ground my body against him, begging for his cock, needing his cock more than anything.
“You’re mine, Natalie,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re my wife. Your body is mine to do with as I please.”
“Yes. Please. I’m yours.”
And then he pressed his cock deep between my legs.
I threw my head back, releasing a long, low moan.
It was exactly what I wanted and needed. Pleasure exploded through my mind as he began to fuck me in slow and amazing thrusts, deep in and deep out.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Lucas. Keep fucking me.”
“I love the feel of this tight cunt,” he whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me rough,” I begged. “Make me come.”
I felt his thrusts get deeper, more insistent. He slapped my ass, hard, and it only made my hips rock back against him, working his cock inside me. I kept my hands pressed on the wall as he fucked me, slamming his cock deep inside me.
His hands were strong on my hips. He reached up, feeling my breasts, my clit, pulling my hair. He ravaged me, fucked me rough, hard, deep. It was what I needed, what I’d been thinking about all day long.
“Lucas,” I said, over and over. “Fuck me, Lucas.”
“Every inch of this cunt is mine,” he said. “I want to feel you come on this cock. I want you to scream my name while you come.”
He kept working my pussy, fucking me deep, and his hand moved around to rub my clit.
It was too much. I was on the edge before, and his savage, powerful thrusts mixed with his fingers on my clit shoved me over the edge.
“Lucas,” I said loudly. “Oh fuck. Oh, Lucas.” I came loudly, saying his name again and again as he fucked me, my body sweating, my skin his, everything his.
He continued to work me insistently, and although my orgasm had passed, I could tell he was working himself up. He was close as he slammed into me, but I wanted one last thing.
I moved forward, slipping him out of me, and then dropped to my knees. He looked surprised as I pulled off his condom and began to suck his cock like I’d never done it before. I sucked him hard and fast, his big dick filling my mouth, and I knew that the surprise of it was what pushed him over.
He came in my mouth hard. I swallow every single drop of his cum, savoring it, loving that I could surprise him and get him off like that.
“Oh fuck, Natalie,” he groaned as the orgasm slowly faded. “Holy shit, girl.”
I licked him clean and smiled up at him. “Did you like that?”
He growled and lifted me up, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me savagely.
Slowly the kiss ended, and I smiled at him, my head spinning, our naked, sweating bodies pressed together. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said to him.
“You drive me insane,” he whispered.
He held me like that for a while, kissing me softly, whispering in my ear.
Eventually, we got dressed.
“Might as well enjoy this meal,” he said.
“I forgot about that,” I said, laughing.
“Right. There’s a room full of candles in there. Figured I couldn’t do this to you there or else I’d burn down the building.”
“A very smart call.”
We laughed together and went back into the other room.
It felt right as we sat down. Lucas sent a text, and a few minutes later, a staff member arrived with our meal.
We ate, talked, laughed and laughed. It felt good, right, to sit there and eat with him. My whole brain was on fire from the orgasm still, and I felt incredible.
He was incredible. He was driving me wild. Even after that intense and vigorous sex, I still found myself wanting more, and I realized I might never get my fill of him.
He was all the surprise I needed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lucas
It was late by the time we finished dinner.
I’d never done something like that for a woman before. Normally I never took it past a single night, but with Natalie it was different. She made my blood boil, made me crazy, made me want to do things I’d never done before. Except apologize, of course. Maybe that was just my pride, though.
We walked out of the gallery room. I trusted that the staff would extinguish all those candles before they set a few million dollars worth of art on fire.
“Still mad?” I asked her as we headed back together to my room.
“A little bit,” she said, smiling.
“Good. Take it out on me in a few minutes.”
She pressed herself against me and kissed me. “I can handle that.”
“I’m not sure you can,” I said. “You’re trying, but I don’t think you can handle how much I want to make you come.”