When she was finished John moved closer to Natalie on the couch and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He began stroking her hair as she began to cry. "That's it, let it out," he murmured in her hair. His heart ached for her and he knew that even though he had done something he never thought he would, helped cover up a murder, the only thing he would change was the fact that if he had been here it would have been him that had shot the bastard and not Natalie.
Natalie broke down in his arms, crying bitter tears as she released all the horror from the past days. She took comfort in the hand stroking her hair, in his soft words of comfort. For once in her life she took comfort in being held, in being the weak one. After a while after all her tears were cried out she simply laid her head on John shoulder and was content to let him hold her. It felt nice to have someone just hold her.
As her tears stopped and she began to calm John continued to stroke her hair. When she looked up at him with damp eyes he, without thinking, bent his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It was soft and slow, meant to comfort and reassure. Bringing his hand up he tenderly brushed away the hair from her face and gently held her head in place as they kissed, thrilled when she kissed him back.
Natalie was drowning in tenderness, in the gentle pressure of his lips. What was meant to sooth, to comfort was creating a flame inside her. She sifted restlessly as he aroused her body with his kiss, moaning a soft little cry when he raised his head and broke the kiss. Without thinking she pulled him back and kissed him more passionately. Burying one hand in his hair as she took control of the kiss she kept the other on the front of his shirt, clutching it in her hand as they kissed.
John felt her lips and groaned in the back of his throat, her lips moved over his in a heavenly dance and he opened his mouth and touched his tongue to her lips, begging for entrance. When she opened her mouth and touched her tongue to his he was lost, all though of comfort swept away by the burning passion she evoked in him. His hands still tender he began to run them from her hair down to her sides and back around to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt.
At the feel of his hands gently cupping her breasts Natalie moaned, "Johhhn," and arched into him. Taking her hand from his hair she pulled back from the kiss and looked at him with glazed eyes. As she saw the confusion on his face and the passion in his eyes she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing the bare skin she exposed.
John trembled under her touch and began kissing her neck and throat urgently. Sliding his hands to the hem of her shirt he grasped it and pulled it up over her head, momentarily staying her progress on his own shirt. Tossing the shirt aside he looked at her, taking in her heaving breasts encased in her pink silk bra to her pale flat stomach. His groin tightened in anticipation, throbbing with his desire for her. As she finished with the buttons on his shirt he stood up and shrugged it off. Reaching out a hand for her he was elated when she took it. He helped her stand and then led her into the bedroom, neither of them saying a word.
Natalie followed him into the bedroom and looked at him when they reached the bed. "They were really going to do this," she thought to herself, "this was really happening." They stared at each other for another minute and Natalie began to get nervous, why was he waiting? She wondered and then he spoke.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly, he wanted her more then he wanted his next breath, his rock hard erection was testament to that, but he needed her to be sure. "If we do this we will really be married, we won't be able to get an annulment when this is all over," he said and then waited, hoping, no praying that she would say yes.
Natalie heard his words but she didn't care, she wanted him; now. Her answer was to reach for his pants. Unbuttoning them she slid her hands inside and gripped his erection. As she squeezed it gently it pulsed in her hand and she looked up at him and grinned. "I'm sure," she said softly then pushed his pants and underwear down his hips leaving him exposed to her hungry gaze.
John's breath caught in his throat then with his next breath he was kicking off his pants and reaching for the snaps on hers. He undid the snaps and pushed hers down to her ankles. As she took them the rest of the way off John just looked in awe. She was beautiful, her red hair hanging down covering her lace covered breasts and her brief panties not hiding much from his eager appraisal. As if in a dream he put his hands on her shoulders and stroked them down her arms and took he hands in his. He led her to the bed and knelt on it, pulling her on to it with him.
Natalie followed, her heart beating erratically in her chest she knelt on the bed and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra and letting it drop. Her breath backed up in her throat as John moved closer to her and took her lips in a hungry kiss. Her body burst into flame; then her hands were all over him, stroking his back, his chest and finally resting in his hair as they devoured each other. Falling back onto the bed she dragged him with her, neither breaking the heated kiss.
John moved over her, still kissing her lips, brought his hands between them and began to stroke her breasts. Her throaty moan telling him that she was just as eager as he was. Gently squeezing her breasts he brushed his thumb over her nipples causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure. Breaking the kiss her trailed his lips down her throat to her breasts. Still stroking and fondling with his left hand he moved his mouth to her right breast and took her nipple in his mouth. Sucking in he licked and nipped her until she was writhing under him and clutching at his back. He switched breasts and continued his torture, loving the hungry moans and passionate sighs she made.
Natalie was beyond thought, beyond anything but the feel of him moving on her, his lips bringing her to the brink only to pull back. Letting out an impatient groan she ran her fingers down his back and gripped his ass causing him to moan against her breast. She smiled and let go bringing her hands around to his throbbing cock. Taking his balls in one hand she began to massage them. With her other hand she gripped him and began to stroke, loving the feel of his velvety hardness.
John felt her hands on him and knew if she didn't stop he was going to lose it. Pulling away he reached for her panties and ripped them down her legs and threw them on the floor. Trailing his lips down her stomach he smiled and reached for her legs. Pulling the apart gently he settled his head between them and licked a trail up her thigh. Taking a hand from her leg he brought it to her core and gently touched her, thrilled when she bucked in his hand and moaned loudly.
Natalie felt his hands on her and his breath scorching her and moaned again. Bucking against his hands as they tenderly explored her she thrashed her head back and forth at the pleasure he was bringing her. Her hips jolted off the bed when he slid a finger into her wetness and she clutched at the sheets beneath her. Breathing raggedly she began to move her hips against his fingers only to yelp in pleasure when he stayed her movements, parted her and put his mouth on her clit.
John heard her cry of pleasure and smiled against her, ignoring the insistent throbbing of his own body. He wanted to take her to paradise, make her moan his name in ecstasy. Everything that had lead up to that moment forgotten in the tide of heat and desire that only she could unleash in him. Sucking on her clit he was rewarded with her pleasure driven cry, "John!" as she laced her hands in his hair, holding him in place.
Natalie road the wave of pure bliss as he took her to heaven and back, coming down from her incredible orgasm she pulled him up and kissed him passionately. "John..." She moaned, wanting more.
John groaned into her lips and pulled back suddenly leaving Natalie confused. Reaching for his pants he fumbled with his wallet and pulled out a condom. He opened the package and quickly rolled it on before returning to kiss her mouth. Pushing her legs apart and positioning himself he thrust in her waiting body. Feeling her muscles clench around him John gasped and then groaned low in his throat.
As John pulled back and sank into her again Natalie sighed in pleasure and wrapped he legs around his waist, holding him tight against her. Arching her hips into his as he thrust in and out of her and cried out his name over and over. Her body was shaking with the force of their thrusts and she knew she was again about to tumble into over the edge into ecstasy. Gasping out "John" as her inner muscles began to contract violently around his hard, thrusting member she raked her nails down his back leaving long scratches.
John felt her start to climax and thrust faster, harder. Slamming into her he felt his balls tighten and knew he was close too. Moaning her name he let go and exploded in the most powerful climax of his life. He kept thrusting till he was spent and then stilled, holding her close as he tried to catch his breath.
Natalie was still trembling in aftershock as she simply lay there holding John. She never felt anything like what she had just experienced before. It was like he, if only for a second, was a part of her, that they were really one person. It scared her more then anything else she had ever been through. She couldn't need him; it was unthinkable. Pushing that thought away she concentrated on just enjoying the quiet afterglow of their passionate encounter.
'I love her.' That was the only thought in John's head as he lay above her, inside her still. That's all he could think all he could feel. It had taken everything in him not to tell her. But he knew she wasn't ready, might never be ready to hear it. But they did need to talk about where this was going to lead, in their lives. They were married after all and he wanted to keep it that way. Pulling out of her body gently he rolled over and removed the condom, throwing it in the trash next to the bed. Rolling back to face her he brushed a strand of sweat-slicked hair from her face and said softly, "We should talk."
Natalie knew what he wanted to talk about. She was sure he was going to tell her that this meant nothing and that they would just get a divorce when all this was over. It wasn't something they had actually talked about yet but she knew that was what he wanted. Still...it didn't do any good to avoid the conversation so she said just as softly, "I know."
To be continued...