Chapter 33 Any sexy underwear?
I had just turned the shower on when I felt a cold breeze behind me.
I turned ready to scream thinking it was Natte, only to see my mysterious man.
Pine was undoing his white shirt while looking at me.
Even Natte had the same white shirt just now while waking me up.
Was I still dreaming?
No way, I wiped my face again to see clearly only to still lock eyes with those dazzling blue eyes again.
"All those goddamn pictures and videos you sent me yesterday," he growls as he takes my limp body into his strong arms, he knees my legs apart. "You’re a tease."
“I’m only a tease if I don’t make good on them,” I moan, and I shove my hips into his naked groin.
“That last video of you touching yourself but not fucking it with your fingers,” he licks his lips as I grab the shower head directing it to his chest. “You did that just to push me to the edge.” I tried to bite back a smile and he grabbed my thigh in a tight grip. “You’ll make it up to me.”
“Why do I have to make it up to you?” my hands move between us, I touch his groin.
“Because I jacked my cock raw trying to ease the ache in my balls all because of it,” he leaves a trail of kisses on my shoulders and then my boobs. “These fresh tits were teasing me while your little fingers got lost in your wet panties,” I growl as he fists his cock, making my eyes widen. “I was so damn big and hard and you were nowhere to take care of it.”
“I’m here now.” My cheeks burn with embarrassment but Pine doesn't let me shy away from him now.
Leaning down, he sucks on my dusky nipples as I play with his dick.
Good, I really missed him. I don't care if Natte is waiting for breakfast.
My hands are too small to get all the way around it, but bless me, I always try.
“I know you are, and you’re not getting away from me ever again; those three days you're away were tormenting.”
He reaches between us and swipes my fingers between my wet lips. He slicks them up and then sucks them into my mouth. I moan at the flavor and do it again because that wasn’t enough.
“Goddamn, how is it so fucking sweet?” he thrusts his cock into my hands and a growl rumbles across his chest. My thumb brushes over the tip and I feel my own seeds seeping out. “I can't promise I'll be gentle, I've missed you so much.”
I let out a gasp knowing what Pine is capable of, my back is pinned on the bathroom pane as his cock presses into my wet opening and he begins to stretch me. This is the feeling I want; I always crave for this every day but this time I'm being given it early in the morning after a weird dream. I'm so damn tight and he's harder and bigger than he's ever been before. It’s like his dick knows it’s about to have me and it wants to show off.
"Pine,” I whine when he pushes in a little more and leans down to kiss me.
“I love you so much, and I missed this so much. Just breathe through it for me, sweet girl.” He thrusts hard and my breath catches in my throat as he plunges into my wetness. “Fuck.”
He holds himself as still as he can and tries not to pass out from how damn tight I am. I can sense a need throughout his whole body and it’s shaking while he tries to hold it at bay. I'm so fucking hot and wet that all I want to do is rut.
My body is tense and he still kisses me softly, trying to coax me. I know I can take more of him, even if it takes us time, but I need to prepare myself for the day.
When long moments pass with just him holding still inside of me, my legs wrap around his waist and I rock my hips.
“More, Pine, I need more,” I whisper against his neck, and he groans at those simple words.
Flashes of all the dirty pictures and teases I sent him go through my mind and they are nothing, nothing compared to this moment. To the real thing inside me and the way I cling to his body while he rocks deeper into me.
My pussy squeezes him with every thrust and eventually he can go balls deep. The length and width of his cock fill every available space inside of me, and when he rocks against me, he grinds on my clit and it sends shock waves through my body.
“I-I think, oh God, don’t stop.”
“Never, babe.” He buries his face in my neck as he takes me in the bathroom.
It’s hot and dirty, probably not the most romantic scene after three days away from each other, but goddamn it, I can’t stop. This is the dirty me.
The slutty Shiva.
It takes me a lot of persuasion to send Pine away.
It’s 7:45 pm and I’m in the car with Natte going to the airport to collect my parents. I’m practically bouncing around in my seat with excitement. It’s been nearly two months since I last saw them.
“You look like you’ve got ants in your pants,” Natte chuckles.
“Sorry! I’m just really looking forward to seeing them,” I beam. “And my dad is gonna be so stoked to see that you’ve come to pick them up with me.”
“He won’t be,” he slides me an amused glance.
“Yes he will. He always thought of you as the son he never had and I know he’s looking forward to seeing you again.”
Stopping at the lights, Natte looks across at me. This look is intense, meaningful. “Vance didn’t need a son, Shia. He got everything in you.”
I gulp down.
“But he was the closest thing I ever had to a dad,” he adds.
Without thinking, I reach over and caress his cheek lovingly. Natte looks at me surprised, instantly tensing under my touch. Coming to, I take my hand back, my cheeks heating. I sit face forward. My heart is pumping hard in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that.
We’re silent for a moment. And I’m sitting here squirming in my seat at the act of intimacy I just showed to Natte.
“Shia…,” he begins, with his voice soft.
A horn beeps behind us making me jump, and I look up to see the light is on green. Natte shifts the car into drive, never finishing his sentence. Natte pulls the car up into a waiting bay outside the airport, and I climb out to go and meet my parents. Walking into the airport, I check the board for arrivals. Seeing their flight has already landed, I head straight over to the arrivals gate.
I’m only waiting for ten minutes when I see the familiar faces of my mum and dad.
“Daddy!” I cry out, jogging over to him, I launch myself into his arms.
“Hey, baby girl.” He squeezes me tightly. I feel a sudden lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes.
“Mama,” I smile hugging her.
“My beautiful girl,” she says taking my face into her hands, she kisses my cheek. “You look well… happy.”
“I am happy, because you both are here.” I put my arm through hers; resting my head against her shoulder we start to walk, following my dad pulling their case along.
“The car is just over there, dad.” I point to the left at Natte’s hot Bentley Spur.
My dad turns back, eyebrow raised. “You’re driving a Bentley?”
“Not me silly,” I giggle. “I got a ride here.”
I was going to tell them Natte was in the car, but I think it will be a nice surprise for my dad when he sees him.