Part 5
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"What is it about you that I can't deny myself, Natalie?"

Natalie knew she saw love there even though he had yet to say it. Or show it to the outside world. Her breath caught in her throat as she prepared to respond to his question.

"What" John asked, his voice husky.

She felt him stir against her, his arousal getting more insistent. It kindled a like reaction in her. Her hand tightened on his shoulder as she looked up at him. In that moment something broke inside her. It was the moment she had feared and she felt like she was breaking apart. She took a shaky breath, but was unable to fit the pieces back together. Not even her arousal could drown out the urgent voice in her head.

"What's wrong, Natalie?" John asked worriedly, still brushing her hair off her face.

Natalie closed her eyes and willed back the tears that threatened.

"I can't be your mistress anymore."

The words hung ominously between them.

"What?" John croaked, his fingers gripping her hair.

"What you…what I say to you, John. It's true. I love you. I want only you," Natalie said the words slowly. "This." Natalie stopped and tried to catch her breath. John lay still against her. She could feel his heart pounding against her.

"What?" he whispered.

"This arrangement hurts me."

"A few minutes ago you were just fine with it." John rolled away and sat up, his movements jerky. He pulled the sheet around him and turned his back on her.

"Yeah, I was. I tried to be. Now, I'm not." Natalie got to her knees and carefully put her hand on John's naked back. "I wanted you, John, anyway I could have you." She winced as she felt him stiffen underneath her hand.

"Is this an ultimatum?"

Natalie thought before she answered. "No," she said quietly.

John turned around quickly and grabbed her hands. Their eyes connected, held. He reached out and ran his hand from her cheek to her breast. His thumb circled and rubbed her swollen nub. His eyes narrowed with bitter vindication as he drew out her arousal.

He dipped his head and suckled her. His hand went to her back, his other still gripping her hand. On and on until he drew an unwilling moan from deep inside her he continued his ministrations. Her hands gripped his shoulders, pushing, pulling. Her center flooded with moisture and hot need. Slowly he lowered her onto the bed. His lips trailed from her aching breast down her stomach to her moist center. He buried his tongue inside her, his fingers playing her like a well-learned instrument. Within minutes she was pulsing above him; he drank her in like a man finding an oasis in the desert.

When her orgasm ceased he moved up her body and made her taste herself on his mouth. His mouth and hands brought her once again to a fever pitch before he slowly slid himself inside her.

Sweat shined their bodies as they slowly moved against each other like a volcano slowly waking. Their touches and tastes were tender as they cherished each other. For once John reached his pinnacle before Natalie, unable to wait he urged her on with his words and emptied himself inside her. As she felt him lose himself, Natalie too found another release.

John gathered her underneath him and buried his face in her hair.

"I can't give you what you want."

Natalie froze as she lost it all.