Chapter 77 I want you now
Once the doors are closed he pushes me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, hard and fast, and his hands are everywhere.
Natte’s pulling me to his room, unlocking the door to his bedroom, and then we are finally alone.
Natte starts to walk toward me but I back off.
Payback time mister.
He cocks his head to the side, staring at me a little puzzled and very curious.
“Stay there,” I breathe.
I’ve never really been this confident sexually. I’m more of a straight to the basics kind of girl. And I’ve most definitely never been confident about my body.
So I have no idea where that little skirt lifting show came from in the conference room, or why I let him do what he did to me, or even why I want to carry on the show in here. But I do. I want to do it for him, because of him.
Natte makes me feel confident … and so very sexy.
I’m feeling pretty glad right now that I’m wearing my good underwear, as I start to unbutton my shirt, slowly, one button at a time.
I watch Natte’s eyes as they follow my hands down.
I slide my shirt off, down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.
Then I kick my heels off, and unbutton my skirt at the back, slowly easing the zip down. I shimmy it over my hips, then let it fall to the floor and step out of it.
Now I’m just standing here in just my black lacy underwear.
Natte’s eyes are on fire, devouring me, and he looks like he’s about to pounce any second now.
I run my hand down my stomach and hook a thumb into the elastic of my panties, slowly inching them down over my hips.
Natte’s breathing is shallow. His eyes fixed on my hand, watching, waiting.
He puts his hand on the stretch in his jeans, adjusting himself, obviously feeling the discomfort in his pants.
I stop pulling my panties down, changing my mind, and bring them back up to rest on my hips.
He cocks his head to the side.
Slowly, I walk over to him.
My heart is pumping hard in my chest. I’ve got a heat in my belly, and I’m flushed all over.
Natte grabs hold of my hips pulling me hard against him the instant I’m within his reach.
Shaking my head at him, I remove his hands off my hips and step back a little.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
“I want you now. ” His tone is urgent, intense. It travels through me, hitting me in just the right spot.
I lean close to his ear and whisper, “Yo voy a chupar. ”
He sharps out a breath. “Fuck, Shia,” he growls. “If you want me to wait you’re not going about it the right way. ”
Moving back, I smile at him, snagging my lower lip with my teeth.
“Tell me what you just said? I need to know. ” His words are breathy, ragged.
I love that I can do this to him with just words.
“Let me show you,” I say, dropping to my knees before him.
Then I’m undoing his jeans, freeing him, and showing him just exactly what I meant.
It's been a month now of hectic work load, it's been new boss new rules thing, I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and chat with Vicky that much, I'm sure she would love to hear everything going on between me and Natte
“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” I ask Natte again, turning in my seat to face him.
He flickers a glance at me. “Because it’s a surprise. ”
“Why is everything always a surprise with you?”
He slows the car to a stop at the red traffic light.
“Because I like seeing the look on your face when you discover what the surprise is. ” He reaches over and strokes my cheek with his fingers.
“You would still get the surprised look even if you told me you know I’m great at surprised faces. ”
“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he chuckles. “But still, it just doesn’t equal the look of seeing it in your eyes, as you see it for the first time. ”
Huh? Well now I’m just confused.
“Okay, so what if I told you I don’t like surprises. ” I fold my arms across my chest.
“Well you haven’t seemed to mind them so far,” he says confidently, shifting the car back into drive as the light changes to green. “And you definitely didn’t seem to mind the one I gave you earlier. ”
My cheeks instantly flush.
Memories of Natte sneaking up behind me when I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, getting ready to come out tonight … and then I was coming, but in a whole different way.
“Well, yeah I did like that one,” I grin across at him, unfurling my arms.
“See surprises can be good. ” He takes hold of my hand and kisses it then rests it back down so he can signal his turn.
Earlier was amazing, but I think it was also Natte’s way of cushioning the blow, pardon the pun, because after we made love; he’d had some of those amazing cakes delivered as we never did get to go to the delicatessens, and while we were sat in bed feeding each other cake, he told me that the pictures of me and him leaving the Louvre had hit the tabloids in full colour glory telling the world we’re together. They also know Natte and I grew up together. That we used to live next-door to one another and had been best friends growing up.
So now the whole world knows pretty much everything about Natte and I.
Except they don’t know we had an affair.
They don’t know I still had a boyfriend when we started seeing each other. They haven’t locked onto that little piece of information, yet, and I hope they never do. For everyones sake as much as my own.
The word is that Natte has found "the one". His girl next-door.
It’s sweet, in an intrusive, weird kind of way.