Hello everyone! So I am back with another hot story about Nate and Elena. Again, be patient please with my translation, but I do what I can. I'm not perfect and certainly you will find mistakes, even though I don't want to estimate exactly how much :) However I believe that you will enjoy the first chapter :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Uncharted and the characters.
The Cleaning
New job. A bit frightening words for retired fortune hunter and although Nate hadn't been sure, it had been mainly Elena, who had supported him at the beginning. Jameson Marine company was near their home and it was lucky that they had been looking for someone like him. Diving didn't sound like a bad activity, although the paperwork wasn't his cup of tea. A little bit of adrenaline was good, but it wasn't enough. All the shooting and crazy chases... Apparently treasure hunting was the only thing he knew perfectly. But it's over now and it was time to integrate into society as a normal person. Finally, Nate could taste the typical urban life full of routine and boredom. However, he hoped that it won't be so bad.
When he parked in the driveway of the house which he shared with the beautiful and smart journalist, asphalt radiated heat to the car right up to his face. Unmerciful and terrible hot, the sky was empty because the clouds probably were forgotten somewhere and thus the sun had the room to show its full strength. It went on like that for several days and his nerves weren't happy with it. In fact, nothing normal can be done, because otherwise it would be as work in a hell. Only the devil goading him in stirring boiled oil in the boiler was missing. And that should be one of the warmest months of the year. July didn't want to spoil the reputation and so the boy tried. Neither air conditioning in the car was working properly. Or was it just his imagination? Anyhow, Nate turned off the engine and got out of the car. But before he locked the door, something reached his ears. Unknown melody, regular tone and words corresponding with the rhythm. When he looked around, seeking the source, he realized that the music was coming from the inside of the house. Did a party took place inside or what?
It was very strange, so he completed the process of locking the car and walked towards the house. The door was locked. Apparently Elena didn't want to be disturbed. But why? Bigger curiosity couldn't be pushed back and therefore Nate carefully and quietly unlocked. Almost like old times. Being somewhere where he shouldn't be. However, this was their house and he wanted to know what was happening. First, former treasure hunter again locked the door if some rival wanted to escape. What was he thinking for god sake? That Elena would cheat on him? His head got carried away by the imagination, but there was no denying that Nate feared of this idea. Anyway he had to continue, to see more. The music was louder, the lyrics more understandable, but this song was certainly new and unfamiliar.
"As long as I got you, baby..."
After a short thinking, he found the certain room from which the sound was coming. Living room, located a few steps down the hallway straight ahead and then he had to turn left. Slowly and quietly, Nate began to approach. The advantage (moment of surprise) was now on his side. After a while, he found himself at the entrance to the room. Carefully and curiously, he stuck his head out and peered inside. Elena caught his attention immediately and Nate almost in a second lost the interest in music. Above all, the combination of dancing and wiping the brown shelf full of books was admirable. It almost looked like a lure for predator. She was meat and he was a beast wanting its prey. Strange that he hadn't seen such seductive, sexy and graceful movements before. It wasn't her typical behavior. This was something new, but he liked it a lot. And what was the icing on the cake for his eyes? Her deep turquoise bikini. Never mind that he only saw the back of her body. It was enough, especially thong revealing her firm and gorgeous butt. As Nate loved this part of clothing. He was literally going crazy. Especially his little friend down there. That combination was very spunky and therefore, his body had to react. Then came an idea, though not from his thought process. It was invented by someone else, but so be it. The situation required it. Nate stayed quiet. The music suddenly echoed in his ears again, creating a breathtaking spectacle which he wanted to watch.
Elena shook her hips to the beat and occasionally furniture ceased to be interesting. Her hands moved together with a yellow rag... why she was cleaning actually? But thinking wasn't able to work too long, because her butt again requested his admiration. The only good luck was that she was always turned back to him, unsuspecting of his presence. How long it will continue this way? He wanted her. The huge urge to feel her fantastic and smooth body... to have her small and nice breasts in his hands... to taste her wetness... to have her beneath him as the victim of lust and horniness... passionately and longly to make love with her... Almost every drop of blood began to pour into his crotch and frankly, it wasn't possible to reverse direction. Something had to be done with his erection. Otherwise will happen an explosion of unprecedented proportions. Suddenly, the song ended.
"Oh, thank God," he muttered quietly.
Elena then threw the yellow rag into a green, plastic bucket of water (he hadn't noticed before?) and put her hands on her hips. Nate felt his hunger was increasing fast. Her pose as a dominant lifeguard ready to punish anyone for incorrect or indecent behavior caused it. His horniness was already unbearable, but she started to nod.
"Nice."
Apparently her assessment of strenuous work. The cleaning was probably worth it. However, her husband decided (mainly because of his wild state) to come out of his hiding place.
"Why are you wearing bikini?"
It wasn't the best question how to attract her attention and he had wanted to say something else. Greeting should have been first choice. However, his horniness was to blame which likely had become more powerful than rational and logical thinking. Anyhow, his voice as a warning worked and she turned to him in the same pose. Nate was now able to see the other jewels. First, it was her beautiful face full of surprise and curiosity, but then his eyes automatically and naturally rode a few floors down to stop at her breasts. Push-up bra gave them charming and seductive appearance and shape. At that moment, invisible clock started ticking and after the expiration of minutes and seconds, retired fortune hunter wanted to reach out for his treasure.
"You are already home?" He looked into her eyes, which required an answer.
"Yeah..." And what next? Was it right to say that he had been watching her? But Elena sensed that he wanted to say something more.
"And...?"
"I got the job." Right after that, she threw herself joyfully into his arms. Both hugged each other, but he was enjoying it more.
"That's amazing. Congratulations."
"Thanks." Journalist suddenly broke the contact and pulled away from him.
"See, I told you that you will succeed."
"Yeah. Even so, it was scary for me." She chuckled and because his desire wasn't gone, he decided to re-open the previous topic. The brain pushed back work pretty easily and fast. "But why are you wearing bikini doesn't make sense," and he looked her over from head to toe.
"Well... because Chloe and Cutter are going to come to us tonight with an important announcement, I decided to clean up here a bit."
Really? That was probably one of the things which disappeared because of her dancing. Even though it was only half of the reason. The other one was still missing. Elena turned to the bucket with water, took it in her hands and walked towards the table, which was located nearby. It seemed the cleaning wasn't over yet, as Nate originally thought, but that didn't prevent the persecution because he couldn't be too far away from her now.
"And after a while, I felt awful hot, so I changed my clothes on more comfortable," her explanation continued. Journalist then put the heavy thing on the floor next to the table, took the yellow rag and started squeezing it with all her strength to get rid of excess water. "I'm also glad you came earlier."
"What?" This time, he was curious and surprised. Elena looked at him.
"I'm not sure if I clean up the whole house in time and therefore I need your help."
A little obstacle in his plan, but Elena didn't wait for his answer. She straightened up and started to wipe the table, expecting that Nate will join. Lucky that this thing wasn't so dirty and she soon could move to another part of the house. However journalist didn't know his intention, which didn't match. His gaze full of longing returned on his face and staring at her perfect body and curves continued. And when invisible time expired, he sensed an opportunity and predator wanted to get its prey. Actually, it was resignation and surrender to his natural instincts screaming on the entire surroundings. Now he needed to get her on the same level, to seduce her. It won't be so hard, right? Not mentioning the fact that she was once again in disadvantageous position. Nate came to her quietly and cautiously, not to frighten her. His hands appeared on her hips, as insurance against sudden escape. Wooden assistant from the front was very helpful and so her body was trapped in one place. Her response came too late. When she stopped the activity and straightened up, desiring to know the reason for his behavior, she leaned on his strong and muscular chest. Something was happening differently, not according to her plan, but the closeness of their bodies itself could be appropriate answer.
"I'm not in the mood for cleaning, honey," Nate whispered into her right ear slightly.
Elena noticed the tone with which he expressed the resistance. It wasn't the typical and annoying NO, but rather as small detail, revealing the true intent of his actions. And their position was another clue. Then he moved to her neck. One of those weak and vulnerable places. Another advantage, which was good to utilize. Light and passionate kisses started to fall on her skin. At that moment, her original thought was confirmed. Nate wanted her and decided to do everything possible. But would it be right to continue in their large bed? Appropriate clothing, revealing her feminine parts; the attraction between spouses, but above all the incessant and insatiable lust had the largest share. Although she would like to do anything else than cleaning the entire house, it had to be done. Some parts were quite neglected and messy. Attention from Nate was very pleasant, nonetheless she decided to stop him.
"But the cleaning can't wait." In other words 'attempt' which had little chance of success, but even so it was an effort. However, followed his logic and reasoning.
"But, you're so beautiful..." kiss on her neck, "... sexy..." another light kiss on her neck, "... and I can't resist you."
Followed another kiss at the same and favorite part of her neck. Elena realized the hard task. How was impossible to end it and to continue with something so boring. But as if retired fortune hunter heard her thoughts and decided to make an important decision for her. He gently took her right leg and laid it on the table. The wooden assistant could be used again. She didn't protest and completely dedicated to his intention. From her mouth didn't come out ban that it wasn't appropriate right now. It was mainly the same longing which was slowly gaining power over her body. His attention, which she really liked... his kisses bringing blissful feeling full of excitement... his closeness doing her weak... that's why her leg remained in place and journalist was waiting for upcoming moments.
Nate even didn't know where it came from. As if someone whispered what next step was correct. First was important to get rid of that excess obstacle. Even though her body was revealed enough, he needed to see, but above all, to feel more. So he untied the bra's laces, removed the top part of the bikini and tossed it somewhere behind him. His eyes couldn't tear away from the goddess standing in front of him. Now he had access to her free breasts and he utilized this advantage immediately. His hands gently and tenderly tasted the softness and the beauty of natural creations. Touching her was something so amazing. But suddenly appeared first problem of this attack from behind. Nate couldn't take care of them with his mouth and how he would like to lick them. Although it could wait until later, when the situation will move to another room. Suddenly another alternative appeared, another idea, which wasn't so bad. His hands started to create mildly pleasant pressure on her woman's parts and a slow circular motion was added too. This delightful and erotic massage... he had never tried it before. If her mind functioned well at the moment, but she rather doubted about it.
"Do you know how much I liked when you were dancing here?" His gentle and seductive voice came out.
Oops. His brain overloaded with horniness no longer held his tongue and Nate was divulged. However, he didn't mind. He wanted to tell her and until now was the right opportunity. And when Elena heard it, her head - although with a slight delay - was able to catch it.
"I was standing around the corner, watching you," surfaced additional information and although was admirable that her neurons were still able to logically concentrate, journalist created a theory within a few seconds.
The volume of the music and dancing had distracted her so much that she hadn't registered his arrival. Even though it was just an attempt to try a new laptop, it also had another benefit. His natural curiosity had revealed what had been happening in the house and because he hadn't wanted to spoil her dance performance, had remained silent and had watched her. Hard to say how long the admiration lasted. Maybe half an hour, maybe just the last song. Anyhow, more details could wait. This stupid excessive thinking interrupting the present moment...
When the journalist pushed back unconfirmed thoughts into respective drawers, she realized that she was wet. Like his big erection demanded attention and satisfaction. Suddenly, there was no turning back for either of them. Both were too far and was no longer possible to suppress it. The only option was to continue. Nate started first. His mouth began to give open kisses on her neck and his arms grabbed her around the waist for a closer contact. Elena decided to end cleaning earlier and threw the yellow rag next to the table where the green plastic bucket with water should be. She missed her goal, but she didn't know that, because her attention started to focus fully on her husband. One hand grabbed him by the head and her other hand found itself on his arms. Journalist wanted to feel his passionate kisses full of love and lust, his strong body, his horniness pushing her from behind, suggesting how following moments will look like.
Breathing started to become louder, deeper and faster. Sexual excitement grew in both of them simultaneously. But Nate, because of her seductive dancing, had big lead and so she had to catch up on him. His right hand started to slowly travel down there with the intention to please her. After a short journey, he stumbled on her next barrier. However, it didn't stop him. Such discouragement was useless and thus he needed one quick movement and his hand came under her seductive thong. Then he felt her wet vagina. Enough encouragement pushing him to the edge of the abyss, but first he wanted to play with her a little bit, to tease her, to show how much pleasure could be a prelude. Therefore, his fingers lightly and gently teased the clitoris and surrounding areas. Elena moaned as a sign of consent and pleasure, even though horniness was a bit impatient, she didn't want to get carried away by her lust so quickly. He now had the upper hand and she was defenseless. Wasn't allowed to escape from his hard grip. His way, his rules and she had to follow them. No fast attack, useless complaining or showing of frustration. Although journalist had the advantage. Desire and lust dominated him and it was only a matter of time before he will be broken. Elena realized it, but the cup overflowed and Nate wanted to see and hear her beautiful moaning leading to the goal. When he stuck his fingers into her hole, it was pleasurable for both of them.
'Why was I such an idiot?' Thought her husband with annoyance.
The large and powerful arousal in his head was overpowered by thoughts about the past. Their meeting, treasure hunting, relationship which soon had disintegrated because of his obsession, but later they had gotten together again and had affirmed the solid love. But even marriage hadn't kept Nate at bay and he had left her again. When he had finally decided to go the right way and hang the gun and killing on a nail, he couldn't shake the feeling that their time had been largely wasted. Fighting of his two personalities had lasted a few years, but eventually Nate felt happier with her than with a bullet in his side. Miracle that she didn't trade him for anyone else. Lucky that she had given him another chance. But why he thought about it now? Her moaning again brought him back to the reality. Temporary distraction disappeared and he could again concentrate on his beautiful and smart journalist who was half naked in his arms. However he decided not to hesitate any longer.
Suddenly Elena felt that his fingers were penetrating into her deeper. To this were added speed, strength and also his resolve. That combination was creating pressure inside, increasing with every moment. Her head had problem to process a lot of these intensive information and so her breath quickened. Her heart also received the command and therefore it was beating faster than usual. Concentration was focused down there for the best and most amazing experience. And as Nate heard from her loud moaning, everything went according to plan.
"Oh, Nate... please... don't stop..." Her begging. He just smiled.
"It's not my intention," was his answer and then the pace of his fingers accelerated again.
He was doing it so well. Pity that she didn't see him now, otherwise her mouth would have attacked with such vigor, strength and desire that they might have ended up on the floor. Nate felt that her walls started to contract and he decided to add a little something extra. It was the important move again which had worked at the beginning. Open kisses returned to the same place of her neck, this time with flavor of hunger. Although was possible to feel a light taste of her sweat, it was a pheromone bringing him closer. Delicious enticement of prey. Animal was slowly replacing the kind and gentle husband (gentleman). A daze, almost like a black veil, eclipsed his mind. Journalist let out a slight cry. It was so good, so strong, so beautiful that she had to show it. Her hand caught his skin, her eyes closed for greater delight.
"Oh, God... Nate..."
Another encouragement, more effort. Suddenly Elena reached orgasm. Big and amazing climax paralyzed her. Her whole body was tense, moans turned into scream and delight went into the deepest corners of her head. Such wild ending she probably never had, at least Nate didn't remember. But then he stopped, so his wife could enjoy the divine pleasure to the fullest. The tension immediately passed and she relaxed completely. It if her husband hadn't held her, her legs would have given up and her body would have fallen to the floor. Her lungs weren't initially able to satisfy the large deficit of muscles, but he wasn't in a hurry and gave her time to calm down. Moreover, seeing her orgasm was the greatest pride for his male ego, which wasn't in the same condition as she was. Desire and horniness in his case weren't yet satisfied and so an idea was born. Actually, it wasn't even an idea, but rather a proposal. Or just a desperate request of his body to be with her in the most intimate way?
"Let's go to the bed."
Her senses weren't able to concentrate fully on the surroundings, but the tone of his voice told the whole plan. Thanks to this her body suddenly acquired a new strength and before Nate could prepare for it, journalist took her leg off the table and turned to face him. When she put her hands on his shoulders and pressed closer with a look full of longing, he stood there, waiting for her answer.
"And what if I say no?"
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