In the early hours of the morning, Justin was the first to wake up. It was unnerving to realize he was cuddled
tight against the model. Arthur had left them alone the previous night. Justin ran his fingers over her butt, moving closer behind her. He brushed the sleek, long hair off her neck and planted kisses. The night spent making love wasn’t enough for him. His whole body relaxed in satisfaction, but he wanted more before she changed her mind about him.
Would she leave him for Arthur?
He watched the woman beside him, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t eager to get up to start the day. His lips wrapped around Natalie’s earlobe, and he trailed his tongue behind her ear. He felt Natalie turning her body until she was facing him. Justin flustered when she looked into his eyes. He recalled the profound feeling of seeing her indulge in a great release.
“What time are you leaving?” Natalie asked.
“In two hours.”
“I have to do an interview for another magazine. I’ll leave later today.”
“That’s fine.”
Natalie claimed his lips. His eyes closed and he opened his mouth to welcome her tongue. She sucked his bottom lip in a provocative manner. Justin’s pulse quickened as the model climbed on top of him. Justin found himself sprawled while Natalie moved in between his legs. Justin watched her arm creep into the small space between them. When Natalie touched his stiff cock, he hissed, catching his breath as she caressed over the stretched tip. Justin was breathing hard by the time Natalie circled her fingers around it. The pleasure induced by the rubbing fingers built up.
Their lips locked in a consuming kiss. Friction from her fingers against his skin created a wildly stimulating sensation.
Natalie applied more pressure, and Justin groaned, loving every minute of the seductive strokes. She traveled
down his belly and took his cock into her mouth. Her lips pressed and sucked on the head. He tensed while her tongue dabbed around the tip then she devoured as much as she could take. He was having difficulty staying still under the lush body of the model he’d desired for a long time.
“Let me show you,” she stuttered, her voice trembling.
Justin was desperate to receive more and yet he was experiencing more than he could bear. He made small fidgety movements. Why does she have to be perfect at everything? His head was spinning. He was drifting to a blissful trance. Natalie sucked harder, and the chills surged through his entire body, burning every nerve.
When his breathing was steady again, his hands roamed through her dark hair. He gave her kisses in the corner of her mouth, along her jaw and her cheeks. Natalie pulled back to stare at him.
“So was I good at it?” Natalie asked.
“Judging from my reactions, can’t you tell that I’m already hooked?”
Natalie smiled, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
They kissed for a long moment until Justin reluctantly pulled away.
“I have to get up.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Really?”
The words astounded him. He had to convince himself that Natalie was being playful.
“Yes, I enjoy your company. I hope we can be friends after this, whatever this is,” Natalie said, beaming at the idea.
Justin watched the emotions play in her captivating eyes.
He felt something twist deep in his belly that he had never felt before. An intense longing for the model that made him wonder what it would be like if she belonged to him. A possessive instinct startled him into silence.
“Well?” Natalie searched his face.
“We still have to maintain a professional relationship.
What happens afterward will be entirely up to you.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself around you.”
“Me too, but we have to try.”
Justin eased out of her embrace and hurried to the bathroom.
He was grateful for the time alone to catch a breath and process the recent events in detail. Natalie was driving
him crazy with her gorgeous face and sensual body. Justin raked a hand through his curls, wracking his brain with a million questions. Misinterpreting Natalie made him aware that he was reading too much into their intimacy. The warm shower did nothing to cool the flames engulfing all his nerves.
After bathing his whole body, he removed the bubbles in his curls and got out of the steam. With his towel secure
around his waist, he went to the massive closet to search for an outfit. All his movements were hasty.
“How long will you be staying here?” he asked.
“Few days, I have so many photoshoots lined up.”
“All right. I’ll be waiting, leave the keys with Thomas, he’ll be here shortly after he drops me off at the airport.”
She nodded with her eyes glued to her cell phone screen.
He found a pair of Balmain jeans and a black top. His blue sneakers complimented his clothes to his relief. He picked up his bag and left the apartment. Thomas waited in front of the Cadillac while staring at his phone. Thomas looked up at once, giving him a smile.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“I’m good, sad to see you leave.”
“It’s temporary,” Justin said.
Thomas was already in the driver’s seat when Justin entered the back of the car. He increased the speed the moment he got out of the estate parking. An hour later, at the airport, Justin waved at Thomas as he drove away.
Boarding the first-class flight to Paris was always hasslefree.
He met new fans everywhere and managed to keep interactions low-key. He paged through a magazine in the
plane. Then after skimming through a pile of other magazines, he paged his phone.
Waking up after several hours of sleep, Justin went to wash his face in the small bathroom then he returned to his seat. In less than twenty hours, they were landing in Paris at night, the following day. He collected his Louis Vuitton bag.
One of the new cabs picked him up and took him to the mansion.
After a long flight, he felt his body getting heavier. He settled for a glass of wine and a drama series on the screen.
Soon after, he decided to have a long, relaxing shower then he waded to the bedroom and collapsed on the queen size bed in a deep sleep.
Waking up hours later, Justin rushed to the bathroom for another shower. With the Paris Fashion Week drawing nearer, he had to endure exhaustion and sleepless nights. He put on navy shorts with a white shirt and shoes. With his leather messenger bag in hand, he rushed to the garage and entered his white Porsche.
Driving to the Magnetic studio in the business district area took less than thirty minutes. The studio was always vacant when he arrived. No matter how irregular his sleeping patterns became, he woke up early to sketch with a clear mind. His creativity was at its peak when no one was around or perhaps a few people from time to time.
At the far end of a room filled with desks, fabrics, and dressed up manikins, was his beloved private office. Justin
and his team had selected a diverse range of beauties from well-known brands.
He entered his nifty office with all sorts of paintings, designs, and photos on the walls. All the images were most
cherished memories of a thrilling journey around the world learning fashion in every part of the world. Justin sat down at his desk and resumed shading a drawing that was almost complete. His sketching technique had improved over time.
People who worked for the brand barged in and out of the office to brief him on the progress of production.
At times, he spent more time in the studio. Hours passed when he got into the zone. The models towered over the makeup artists, directors, and photographers, each more unique than the other. Justin and his team selected a diverse range of beauties from well-known brands. They strived to get the brand the highest level of recognition.
When Justin was done fitting a dress on Camille, a brunette Danish model, he disappeared back into the office. His design took its final form, and he continued with another.
The day turned into night while Justin searched his mind for inspiration. Whenever the ideas dissipated, he went to the studio to sew garments together with great care.
On one of his breaks, he checked his phone for new messages.
Dylan had sent a text informing him that they’d arrive in Paris the following day. He went to the parking area and remembered his friend’s cousin, one of the most beautiful women he had ever had the opportunity to spend time with.
The memory triggered the indecent urge to touch himself in the car. He sighed, starting the car and putting it in gear.
Natalie surveyed the studio interior while Dylan went on about the upcoming Fashion Week. The building was
very similar to the one in New York City, the colorful texture and how busy it was all day.
Two days had passed without seeing Justin, and she was craving the taste of his lips. She was developing a deep affection for him that went beyond simple admiration. “Are you even listening to me?” Dylan raised her fine eyebrows.
“Sure, I’m listening,” Natalie lied.
Dylan rolled her eyes then checked her phone for the hundredth time.
“Justin wants to see you in his office,” Dylan said.
The words made Natalie’s tummy flip and grated on her most sensitive parts. She sauntered to the door with a gold plate engraved Justin Parker. Natalie closed the door and went to stand before the man that made it difficult to think straight. She didn’t pay much attention to the room. Justin was waiting for her next to his desk. He wore dark burgundy trousers and a white shirt that exposed his fine upper body.
“I get the feeling that you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Justin shrugged. He seemed distracted, reading a page to avoid eye contact.
“Why?”
“We have to work together. Like I said what happened was unacceptable.”
“I get it, we have to be professional.”
After waiting for such a long time, Natalie walked up to him and kissed his lips with an intensity that took her breath away. Justin succumbed, sticking his warm tongue in her mouth. They went on for a while until he pulled back.
He shook his head. “This is not going to work out. Is it?”
Natalie failed to suppress a smile. “Let’s just be professional in front of other people, no one else has to know. Do
you like my work?”
“Obviously.”
“Do you like me?”
“I do.”
“Then we will enjoy this no matter what.”
Natalie brushed her lips against his to prove her point.
Her arms closed around his shoulders, pulling him against her breasts. Their tongues licked over each other giving her an intoxicating high. Justin was panting when they stopped.
She was indulging her sense of smell with his cologne. Natalie was grateful for his response and thrilled about an uncertain future that she intended to spend with him.
The day before the highly anticipated Fashion Week at the Magnetic studio, the studio resembled a circus. Noisy
commotion flooded the backstage with groups of the tallest models rising above their stylists. Every stylist in the studio was preoccupied with changing a model’s outfit. Makeup artists focused on applying the latest cosmetics on pretty faces. Once the garments were slipped on their slim bodies, the runway coach scrutinized the way they walked. Justin watched on next to Dylan. Her blue eyes lit up whenever she talked about the entire week. She was admiring the honey blonde Brazilian, Jasmine, in a sapphire dress, taking a picture with her cell phone.
“This one is my personal favorite. I’m posting it on my fashion blog,” Dylan said.
“You’re not supposed to have favorites remember.”
“That’s not possible. The clothes are unique, and I’m sure you have one you like better too.”
“Well, I guess there’s a few I like more.”
“As soon as the show’s over, I have to fly back to New York for the weekend.”
Justin sighed. “You’ve been reminding me like I’m happy to attend a party without you.”
“I don’t like your tone. First of all, that party is for all of us, and you’re making it happen. It will be fun.”
“I don’t know. You won’t be there.”
“I’ve already made all the arrangements. You just have to show up. You’ll probably spend more time with Natalie.”
Dylan’s cousin was the only person on Justin’s mind. Natalie.
“Speaking of the devil...”
Justin felt his mid-section tie up in knots. His body wassuddenly on high alert. When he turned to look at the entrance, Natalie appeared in ripped, denim shorts and a gray vest that showed the sides of her breasts. Her long, black hair curled at the ends with hazel highlights. With no makeup on her face, she was the loveliest person in the room. She sauntered in nine-inch heels to where they were standing. Why did he miss the feel of her body so much?
The heat traveled from the base of his neck to his face.
“Still it won’t be the same.”
“You say that now. Besides, the last time we went out you ended up spending more time with my cousin, and then she spent the night at your place. Don’t think I don’t know what happened between the two of you. I doubt you’ll be bored.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Justin lied.
“I think you do,” Dylan insisted.
Natalie made eye contact with him, he felt his tummy flutter. She turned away to look at her reflection.
“You guys seem very calm considering how busy it is in here,” Natalie spoke in her soft, charming voice.
“We’re almost done. Actually, this is a round-up,” Dylan said.
“There’s a dress you wanted me to try.”
“Oh right, Justin just finished that one. He’ll assess it.”
“Come with me,” Justin said.
Jasmine stepped before him. “Will you be at the party Dylan’s been talking about?”
Justin shrugged. “She organized it at my house, and she won’t even be there.”
“I heard that, well I guess I’ll see you there.”
Jasmine smiled at him then she left. He wondered what that was about. Jasmine had a time when she would come onto him, but he failed to give her the attention she wanted.
Natalie was the first person to fully distract him at work.
Occasionally, other women approached him, but they were not quite as interesting.
Natalie followed him to the office where he did most of his designs. His pulse was racing as he closed the door and turned to watch the stunning beauty standing before him.
Natalie studied the clothes on the three manikins in the corner of the room.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re pretty damn good at what you do?” she asked.
“You mentioned something before. But we’re in here to focus on you.”
All the attention made him uncomfortable at times. A strange, uneasy feeling still churned in his stomach when
she was near after all they had done. After several days fitting her, he failed to prepare his mind for the impact of her presence. He was already dreading the whole routine.
“Take off your clothes.”
Natalie nodded, and she started taking off her clothes.
Justin remembered to breathe, and he walked to the rail to remove the dress off a hanger. A few minutes of looking at the model in provocative lingerie from head to toe made him think the attraction was never going to fizzle out. He gave her the dress and watched as she put it on.
She managed to behave. Justin realized that whether she was trying to seduce him or minding her own business, the model grabbed his undivided attention. Seeing her skin reminded him of their most intimate moments. He believed the woman was a true work of art and he wanted to explore every inch of her body with his tongue again.
Natalie remained graceful and calm while his heart pounded in his chest. The black and beige, lacy dress
hugged all her curves to reveal her body. Her breasts strained against the light material weaving around her figure down to her hips. A diamond-shaped opening showed some skin on the left side. Justin’s gaze returned to her breasts. He was craving the taste and the feel of her breasts.
“It fits perfectly.”
“That’s good. I’ve been making so many changes. I almost gave up on it.”
“It’s exquisite.”
Justin ran a hand on the sheer, light material of the sheath dress. His hand trailed up to rest on the side of her breast.
Their gazes met, and there was a slight tension between them. Justin lowered his gaze to her lips.
“When do I wear this?”
Her expression remained neutral making Justin feel weak for being so anxious. His jaw clenched, and he moved
around the desk and sat down.
“We’re done here.”
Natalie removed the dress, and she began putting on her own clothes. The brief moment while she was half-naked, Justin couldn’t help all the lascivious thoughts creeping in his mind. When Natalie was all dressed up, she raised her head and glared at him.
“That girl, Jasmine, she’s into you.”
“I know, she told me.”
“I see.”
“Why are you bothered?”
Natalie looked amused. “I’m not bothered.”
“Are you coming to the party?”
“Maybe, I’m attracted to you, and you don’t think this is okay so I have to work with you. That’s what you want.”
Justin was caught off guard. “Oh, I see.”
“Is there a problem?”
Justin cringed because he did have a problem, but he maintained his composure.
“No.”
"Good.”
Natalie left the office, and Justin took a deep breath. Pursuinga girl that he had to work with was problematic. The model had a way of getting under his skin. He refused to be emotional over what he heard, so he picked up his pencil and continued to sketch.
Chapter Eight
At sunset, Natalie drove back to her condo in a silver rental. The car moved into the garage then she exited,
heading for the front door. She turned the lights on around the white house.
After taking a long bath, she tried to catch a few hours of sleep before the big event. She woke up at six P.M. to start the routine of taking a shower, dressing up and rushing for the garage. Driving in the night through the lively city, she watched fancy cars form traffic on the Boulevard, which slowed her car down. She used the opportunity presented by the orange light to make a turn to the Gallerie underground parking.
When she got out of the lift, the room was busier than the day before. Natalie surveyed the room until she saw Dylan talking to Shawn. One of the makeup artists beckoned her to take a seat by the mirrors. She sat in between two other models.
The theme of the fashion show focused on Greek mythology.
All the models shared the characters of goddesses such as Aphrodite and Athena. A bold look was created by shaping and darkening the eyebrows. Then the makeup artist applied dark eye shadow for a smoky eye above curled eyelashes.
The dressing rooms were all busy, filled with the sounds of voices and background electro music.
“Wear these,” Shawn placed a pair of bright, yellow heels in her hands.
“They’re to die for,” Natalie mused.
“Yes, honey, I agree, and you have to wear them now.”
She wore the new pair of nine-inch high heels. Shawn was restless and already guiding her to the changing room. The models inside were dressed in fine, detailed pieces. French chic, technical fabrics were used like Lycra, cotton, and leather. Shawn helped her fit into a light green dress flowing at the bottom. An open, asymmetrical seam gave a glimpse of her skin at the waist.
The music drew nearer as Natalie climbed up to the platform.
She had mastered the catwalk over the years. She possessed sensuality in her walk that impressed most designers.
The bright lights and flashing cameras blinded her. Celebrities snapped images with their iPhones. A few minutes passed strutting center stage, and she was back in the changing room switching outfits. That’s when she saw Justin fixing the clothes on other models. Even though he was the iconic designer of the brand under scrutiny, he blended in with the male models. His skin was a gorgeous tan color, and his body was fit for the runway.
The spring, summer collection presentation was a high fashion event with edgy, high-quality garments. Justin was the successful businessman behind the brand with several boutiques in Paris and the rest of the world. Seeing him made her realize that she missed him. He caught her staring, and for a moment they gazed at each other across the room.
When Shawn guided her behind the line of girls, Natalie looked ahead to focus. She was closing the show with the black and beige dress. Applause erupted when the girls moved in procession. Natalie walked the runway one last time. She passed Justin, who was making his way to appear at the end for the ongoing applause.
It was soon over. Natalie couldn’t find Dylan anywhere, so she decided to do a few interviews then she left before other fashion journalists hounded her with questions. She had to rush to her place to change for the party.
When she got to her house, she went straight into her walk-in closet. She pulled out a leather and lace top and a
high-waist black, velvet skirt. After taking another shower, she put the outfit on top of provocative, black lingerie. Then she decorated it with a gold necklace. Her nails were already painted a metallic gold color. She wore a pair of Gucci heels and appraised her reflection in the mirror.
Finding her way to Justin’s mansion was easy. Several cars parked on the concrete expanse of the estate. Exclusive parties were a norm in the fashion business.
Natalie knocked on the massive front door. Lynette, the tallest dark-skinned girl, who was also on the runway earlier, opened the door.
“Oh hi, you came at the right time. The party’s a bit wild at this point.”
Lynette smiled and welcomed her into the grand living room filled with fashion designers and models. Few people danced to the music while the rest engaged in conversation about everything concerning fashion.
Shawn appeared, standing before her. His blue eyes were always focusing more on the clothes than her face. He gave her the other glass of champagne in his hand.
“I’d just like to say you were amazing tonight. First impressions are important. You were stunning,” Shawn said.
Natalie smiled. “That’s a wonderful compliment, thanks, even though you were rushing me at some point.”
“That’s what I have to do, sweetie. Don’t take it personally.”
“You do know how to pull it off, great job.”
“Thanks. Justin makes it easier for me to express my creativity.”
“Do you know where I can find him?”
“Oh, he’s sitting by the pool with some people.”
Natalie walked past groups of people in the trendiest outfits. The glass door leading to the pool was wide open and more people gathered outdoors. Trees surrounded the pool near a seating area on the green lawn. Justin was sitting next to Jasmine on a long recliner with a few other models. Natalie hesitated but decided to interrupt them anyway. She strutted to where they were seated.
“Sorry to disturb but I have to speak to Justin.” Natalie managed to sound like it was urgent. Jasmine was unbothered.
Justin stared at her, waiting for an explanation.
“We need a more private place to talk,” Natalie said.
Justin nodded. “Follow me.”
Natalie placed the glass on the table and followed Justin back into the house. His walk remained graceful. He led her upstairs to a spacious bedroom with a balcony and closed
the door once they were inside.
All of a sudden, Natalie was too nervous to approach him. Her heartbeat soared as she tried to form sensible
words. He sensed her discomfort then he moved closer to her.
“What’s the matter?” Justin asked.
“I just miss you,” Natalie muttered.
She moved closer and licked the edges of his soft lips. Justin failed to resist. His mouth opened, so their tongues
swayed over each other breathing through his lips, causing her pulse to beat in a rush. In a matter of seconds, Natalie was aroused. His hands grabbed her breasts, and he applied pressure. He traced the nipple, rubbing and pinching it while his tongue surged in her mouth. They were breathing heavily while he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
The waves of pleasure came in full swing when Justin placed his right hand in between her legs. Natalie gasped
while two fingers caressed her. The tingling feeling flowed in between her legs through to her breasts. He froze, removing his hand. Natalie groaned in frustration. His tongue came out of her mouth, and he looked into her eyes.
“I thought you were angry at me.”
“I don’t have to be if you don’t like Jasmine.”
He shook his head, smiling. “She’d be the one here with me. Don’t you think?”
Natalie released a shaky breath. She stripped her clothes off while he watched in silenced shock. After discarding the lingerie, she started to undress him.
“Now would be the right time to invite your friend to join us. You can share me one last time,” she muttered. The bold suggestion made him think for a long time.
“This is the last time, you belong to me.”
“I’m just fucking around with you. We had so much fun, but you’re enough for me, always.”
“Fuck, Natalie. You almost gave me a heart attack. I don’t know how I agreed the other time. Your fetish isn’t fair at all.”
“We can get always get a girl to even the score.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re enough for me too,” Justin confessed.
His obedience made her smile. He was quick to undress.
Justin led her to the bed with white covers. He guided her into a kneeling position. She moaned when his erection was halfway in. She had to arch her back to allow him to push inside with ease. Her cries were loud when he increased the pace. The groaning sounds came from behind as he grabbed her hair and pushed against her. He pulled out and flipped her around.
When he regained his composure, he went to settle on top of her. Natalie watched as he lowered his head to suck on her nipple. His mouth moved to the other one, and he gently sucked until her breathing was unsteady. He placed his lips in between her swollen breasts down her belly.
She felt the rush of ecstasy overpowering her body. His tongue flicked harder while the two fingers penetrated her. Natalie couldn’t contain the cries coming as the tongue flicked and lapped at her. She was aware of the pleasure in between her legs and the seductive feeling of being kissed down in that spot. She panted and gripped the covers when an intense orgasm exploded in her, causing her body to writhe.
He made love to her for several minutes then watched in satisfaction as the model came beneath him. The scent
in between her legs made him heady. He moved his mouth back to her nipple to suck until the model wanted to go again. Natalie guided Justin’s cock in between her flesh. She squirmed when Justin’s thumb rubbed in circles over her clit. He stopped to look at her. Natalie groaned in exasperation.
“What?”
“Come sit on my face.”
The expression on the model’s face was a mix of lust and fascination. Justin reclined and watched as Natalie climbed over his head. The sweet smell in between her sodden inner thighs excited his breath. He traced the tip of his tongue down Natalie’s moist flesh in lines that made her wriggle non-stop. Justin tasted the juices flowing over his tongue.
Natalie swayed her hips to push against the contact. The inside of her was soft and warm, so he tried to be gentle while he sucked on her. Natalie whimpered while he revolved his tongue.
Justin moved his hand down to touch himself in the heat of the moment. His tongue sank deep into the model’s pussy only to come out sweeping at the ends. He continued to stroke his tongue on hot flesh, roaming inside her until he heard moaning aloud.
Their lovemaking grew more addictive over time, and they spent hours in bed. She lowered from the position on trembling legs and settled into Justin’s waiting arms. They held each other catching their breaths. At that moment, she was fulfilling his fantasies.
“I missed you,” Natalie muttered.
“Me too.”
The few days spent separated from her were an agonizing drag. He was pleased to cuddle the model and have her all to himself.
After a few hours of sleep, Justin had to wake up. He removed the arm draped over his midriff to get to the bathroom.
The shower water was a glorious hot temperature. He brushed his teeth and hurried to the closet. Once he was
done dressing up, he gave Natalie a kiss on the forehead.
There was commotion downstairs as the cleaners were finishing up. All the mess from the party the night before
was gone, and the rooms were back to being spotless, elegant spaces. Justin rushed to the garage and entered the Porsche with a Louis Vuitton bag carrying all his essentials.
The paparazzi waited, as usual, after a runway show, near the Magnetic studio. Justin only gave his time to the reputable magazine editors, and so some journalists had limited time to ask questions. He was half jogging on to the closing lift inside. Marie, one of the many French models, held the lift for him.
“Thank you.” Justin grinned.
“We had so much fun at your party last night,” Marie spoke in a thick, French accent.
“Oh right. A grand celebration organized by Dylan.”
The lift opened, they walked into a crowded studio.
“It was pretty decent. I saw you, but then you disappeared.”
“Oh, you know, I always leave early.”
Justin rushed to his office. His thoughts kept going back to the previous night. In the privacy of his office, he started working on a new swimwear design for hours only taking a single break to have a snack.
Before leaving the office, he placed his drawings in a hardcover file for the spring, summer collection. He drove
back to his place at sunset. He entered the living room, a quiet place when no one was around especially after the crazy nights. He spent hours getting ready for her visit.
The doorbell startled him when it rang. He opened it, and Natalie appeared. Justin felt his chest close up. There was a stern voice in his head whispering control. He made way so the model could sashay into the living room then he closed the door. She was wearing one of the new Dior gowns. The design denoted extravagant taste with the highest quality gold silk. Her hair was all tied up, and she had light makeup on her face.
Natalie watched him. “You don’t seem happy to see me.”
“I’m just a little tired. Where have you been, looking like that?”
“Oh, I was doing a photoshoot. I had to blog it. How do I look?”
“You look fine. I have your clothes in the bag on the table.
Would you like to have a drink before you go?”
Natalie hesitated, she eyed him. “I have to get going.”
“You’re angry with me.” He raked his curls and eyed her.
“I’m not angry.”
“Fine then, please don’t leave.”
Justin was begging the woman he loved. The fear of losing Natalie’s interest nagged him. He was terrified of upsetting her, and he couldn’t let her leave until they were on good terms again.
After having a glass of red wine near the kitchen island, Natalie stared at him. Justin closed the space between them. He leaned in to brush his lips lightly against hers. She responded to her basic instinct. Her hands came around his neck. He unzipped and removed the dress. There was a minor tingle in her breasts compelling her to pull his tongue in her mouth.
“You’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Justin led her to the couch. Natalie reclined on the cushions and watched him discard his own clothes then he climbed into her waiting arms. He felt behind her lacy bra, and he unhooked it to liberate her breasts. He gazed at her pale, erect nipples as if they were always inviting. He suckled her tits until she heard herself moan. She was never quite still as Justin swirled his tongue around each nipple.
The room was spinning, Natalie watched him devour her breasts. All the fear of him losing interest had long dissipated. He moved his fingers in between her thighs. His tongue leisurely teased her electrified nipples. Her moans were uncontrollable. She was riding high on a cloud of pleasure.
Justin planted kisses on her chest all the way to her neck. Then he sucked on the skin near her throat. Natalie reveled in the soft feel of his lips. His fingers moved deeper into her opening. His lips trailed up her neck to nibble on her ear. The fingers massaged her continuously before diving back inside her.
Natalie wriggled and squirmed on the cushions. He stuck his tongue in her ear. She gasped at the sensation traveling through her body. His breath tickled her ear.
“I love you,” Justin whispered. Natalie tensed, she couldn’t believe it. She pushed him back to look at his face.
He slowly slid his fingers out. He appeared unsettled when Natalie glared at him in an eerie silence. The moment of shock stretched on, and Natalie finally composed herself.
“Are you serious?” she stuttered.
“Yes, I am.”
Natalie smiled. “That’s not professional...”
“I guess I don’t care.”
Natalie caressed his cheek. “I love you.”
He grinned and kissed her passionately. She guided him to the opening in between her legs. He pushed himself all the way in. She let her fingers wander on his back while he thrust hard until the pleasant sensation made her whimper. He started to slide in and out of her tight opening faster. Natalie felt the peak unfolding. Spasms of pleasure filled every nerve in her body causing her to shudder. After moving to the bedroom, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Natalie woke up the next day to find Justin gone. She fumbled with the sheets. At that moment, she wished her new lover could have stayed in bed. She couldn’t get enough of him. The heat in between her legs became unbearable. She took a shower. After dressing up in shorts and a vest, she went downstairs to make breakfast. The glass doors were wide open. She walked in the direction of the sunlight streaming in. She caught sight of Justin’s muscular body in the pool. Natalie’s chest began to drum. She walked to the edge of the clear blue water reflecting the sun in crystals. His light-skinned body appeared from the deep end of the pool. He ruffled his hair to get some of the water out.
Justin saw her. “Come and join me.”
Natalie started taking off her clothes. When she entered, the water was a glorious, warm temperature. Justin’s arms were open, and Natalie stepped into his embrace. His skin glistened in the sun. Their bodies pressed together. His hands stroked her hair. Their tongues met when he claimed her lips. He was reading her body language. His fingers were already rubbing into her. Natalie’s fingers ran through his hair. She was thrilled when he turned her around, sliding with ease into her behind.
The soft kisses he always showered her with made him incredibly desirable. He pushed deep into her heat. His
strong arm held her in place while she was gasping for air. He used his right hand to graze his fingers over her clit. His fingers kept rubbing her while she moaned.
“This is what you came for,” he murmured. He sank deeper into her butt and groaned in her ear. Natalie was
breathless by the time his fingers slipped out of the glistening moisture in between her thighs. She turned around and covered her mouth over his in a deep, seductive kiss. They drifted in a blissfully sated state. She was complete and happy in his arms.
