What turned Lucy on most were the sounds Natsu made.

Hearing male moans were blissful: even more so when they were muffled by the skin of laying between her legs. Though Natsu hadn't reached that point quite yet; he took his time letting his hands traverse up her legs, his palms grazing the naturally faint subtle of her silky calves, lips pressed to her knee.

In faintest terms, Lucy was trembling. In depth, her body was shaking so unsteadily as her veins coursed blood and adrenaline all together, her skin heating from the inside where her muscles tenses and the outside where his breath pooled over her.

His hands wrapped around her calves, first reveling in the length of her legs and they way they seemed to go on for miles. She had to close her eyes to keep her face from heating up as well, visibly red and as flushed as the mound between her legs.

Warmth and chills spread over her all at once as his touch went farther up her legs. Palms sliding over the round of her knees, Natsu grabbed onto soft handfuls of flesh along her upper thighs. His eyes hungrily watches as the curve of her leg bent into a wide hip, rounding out into her ass.

Every time he looked at a new and unseen part of her body, her muscles ached. Ached for touches and breathes, strokes and pets.

Eventually Natsu's hands left her legs and instead his fingers dodged over the fabric covering her mound. Visible wet rings spotted the very thinnest strip of her panties, her core slicked with juices from her waiting.

Fingers hooking around the hem, Natsu slowly tugged down her undergarments in a painstakingly slow motion, causing her body to arch and writhe and struggle even more. He sat up away from her, allowing room between them so her eyes could open up to the sight of him crawling between her legs, holding them and playing with them like toys.

Her hips ground deeper into the mattress as Natsu slid the last of her lower coverings off her legs. He held onto her calves again once they were gone, his body inching closer once again on his knees, admiring the sight of her before him. Then her cheeks really did flush heavily.

Natsu's hands wrapped around her thighs, his fingers pressing into the sensitive divots of skin on her pelvic joints. Once his first breathe hit her exposed cunt, Lucy's head threw back with a newfound satisfaction after so long.

Lucy's hands didn't even grip at the mattress-she went straight for his hair, fingers sliding through the softness like a plush pink blanket. Then his lips pressed against every spot of her skin except where she desired him most.

Tingles ridged her skin, but not in her usual disgusted way. For the first time, even since being with Natsu, she both wanted and felt wanted. Soft, open mouthed kisses let their way along the insides of her thighs just so teasingly before actually giving in to what she wanted.

His lips pressed down against the flushed folds of her labia, stimulating just the subtlest of sensations over her clit. Tongue delving out from between his lips and in through hers, Natsu licked a gently clean stripe from her center to her start, flicking over the excited nub.

Lucy cried out with the softest of moans finding way past her lips. Her hands tugged at thicker locks of his hair in absolute desperation. His saliva coating her center and mixing with the lubrication of her own erotic fluids, Natsu's mouth enveloped her clit.

He licked at her, sucked at her, grabbed at her all in ways that made Lucy's breathing create unsteady patterns and her chest rising and falling in staccato heartbeats.

Then he moaned.

The feeling of his tongue against her center already made her cry with lust, but his voice-by gods, his voice-send vibrations along her core and sounds of ecstasy to her ears. Low, throaty, growling moans reached up to Lucy like wordless, muffled praises begging her to come.

His hands moved along her hips again before reaching between her and the mattress and cupping her backside into his palms. Natsu lifted her hips up ever so slightly amidst his actions, both his face leaning forward and his hips tilting up to bury further into each other.

Lucy's legs laid against his strong shoulders, her knees shaking at the back of his head. As much as she tried to hold back, her heels dug so wildly into his spine she feared she may bruise him. Though Natsu paid no mind; if anything, he dove deeper.

His hands still groping her ass, Natsu pushed at the right side of her body and turned her over. Before she could protest, her hands left his hair and instead ran over the smooth, clean-impeccably clean-sheets to push herself up a little bit.

Natsu had almost let no time for her to resituate herself; he rolled over onto her back like a feral dog and pushed himself underneath her spread and kneeling legs. His hands grabbed at her hips again, lifting her until she rested her pelvis at a perfect height above his mouth.

Her hands lifting up and bracing herself against the wall, fingers digging into the slightly roughed up texture of painted drywall, Lucy let out another strangled moan. Natsu's voice slipped out again, vibrating against the lips of her labia as he took her mound in his mouth again.

Sucking at her roughly, Natsu's tongue lapped across the clit he had pulled between his lips. Come trailed down the sides of his hollowed out cheeks and sharp jaw, staining pale skin with a paler liquid. His moans streamed out an erotic harmony for her to rock her hips to.

Lucy's fingers scraped at the wall again, only wishing it was half as soft as the feel of his hair. She begged for louder moans he made even as she turned her head over her shoulder, her half-lidded cocoa brown eyes drinking in the sight of one of his hands snaked down under his pants to grab at the base of his cock.

And yet he still won't have me. Lucy grit her teeth for a second before her jaw fell open into another moaning gap. She needed him to take her. Lucy wasn't sure what she hated more: the feeling of begging someone not to touch her or begging someone she was sure she loved to touch her even though he didn't want the same.

Fearful hatred and fearful love were all too similar.

"Lucy," The pink-haired boy moaned out her name again, his eyes lazily looking up at her in an equal pleasure. Still rubbing himself down beneath his pants, Natsu's chin pressed up against her as she trembled.

The blonde felt her body bubble with excitement, starting in her stomach and riding out in waves of quakes and shakes and eventually moans with her impending orgasm. More fluids leaked out from between her legs and into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it and asking for more as he drew out the last of her bliss.

Lucy's body hunched over slightly, her hands gripping at the walls even more as her limbs grew unsteady as she came. Her hips rocked over his face during the time it took her to catch her breath again. But even as she stopped straddling him and dropped down at his side, her chest still moved rapidly.

Natsu tugged up the bottom of his shirt, using it to wipe at the fluids running down his neck and the lower half of his face. A stifled laugh emitted from her body upon seeing Natsu and his dorky grin looking back at her.

Her eyes wandered to down to the open slip of his stomach that his shirt no longer covered, raw and toned flesh she laid her hand on top of. His breathing made his stomach move almost unnoticeably beneath her palm. Lower down, a small dark stain blossomed the leg of his pants.

He had come from making her come, received pleasure only by giving it. Lucy had no idea that was possible. Perhaps it just wasn't possible for normal men, men undeniably less exquisite than the one beside her.

He smiled, she smiled, their lips barely touching and instead making their kiss up of nothing but teeth and tongue and pure admiration, because their affection for each other deemed insatiable in terms of something so put together and organized and easy to understand as language.

Because love, by no means, is put together and organized and easy to understand.

Lucy was prepared for a night in.

She had a pot of packaged noodles sitting in the microwave to keep warm, at least since she was much too lazy to boil them on the stove. And she didn't have Natsu here to give the puppy eyes to so he would do it; no, tonight he was at work. Work, a work she had no idea he even knew.

Natsu was vague about it. He had only said he worked a night shift so it could match his school schedule easier. While it gave Lucy plenty of material to think about at five a.m. when she could not sleep, it did explain why he was always tired. Then again he was a college boy-those are always tired.

Lucy had gotten up to grab her bowl of food from the microwave when she remembered she hadn't grabbed her mail in days. She hadn't even checked. Usually the only reason she ever went to check because Natsu was there after school. Since that seemed to have evolved, it's like her mail served no purpose now.

Served no purpose other than the fact she had bills to pay and responsibility to act on, at least.

Figuring her soup could wait a few more minutes, Lucy snatched her keys and slipped on some shoes before wandering down to her lobby. Before she had even gotten a few feet out of her front door, a group of women in party hats and obnoxious feather scarves came stumbling out of the elevator.

Must be a bachelorette party. Lucy silently smiled as she waited for them to leave and then stepping into the lift once they exited. The girls' voices grew softer as the doors closed her in. Surely they were a little tipsy but certainly happy. On her way down, she might have recognized the tenant in her building. But who knew.

Now in her lobby, with only a few lights on since it was past closing time, Lucy dug out her keys. Rifling through her mailbox, Lucy turned her head to look over her shoulder at the glass entry doors as the familiar buzzing of a doorbell went outside. After a moment, there was click and the doors unlocked.

Lucy turned away, not wanting to socialize with whatever visitor was coming for the night. She saw a flash of navy blue and black, and a bit of gold-was that a police officer?

Tucking her mail under one arm, Lucy locked up her mailbox before turning to the man. His head was ducked down, clearly not wanting to be seen, but Lucy sucked in a deep breath as she cleared her throat and asked, "Gray?"

The man stopped in his tracks and gave a very literal cringe. A cringe. Lucy's self esteem went out the door. But sure enough the man turned around, his hand tugging the police cap off his head to reveal a mop of shaggy black hair. "Hey, Lucy."

Ignoring his awkwardly forced smile, Lucy cocked her head to the side at him. "Why are you in my apartment this late at night?" Her tone deadpanned bluntly.

Gray's mouth was open, but he didn't really say anything. He just shuffled back and forth from foot to foot, his hands wringing out his cap.

"Mavis," Lucy murmured, her chest falling with a heavy sigh. "You literally are a stripper."

Nalu Lemon Novel
Exy Koroleva © 2016
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