I'm not even going to pretend that this chapter isn't what everyone has already guessed it is? LOL Enjoy. Fan, recommended. :)
Misconceptions pt. 37
John had to blink several times to adjust to the morning light that was shining in on him. He rubbed his eyes lightly, and finally noticed that there was no Natalie to be found. He didn't bother looking for her, because the loose-leaf sheet of paper on her pillow told him everything he needed to know. She was gone.
Sighing softly, he read the words and absorbed them, sitting up on the mattress. She was at B.E., and he tried to rationalize the fear that was beginning to seep into his soul. The awkwardness between them last night was understandable, at least that's what he told himself, and today was supposed to be the time to clear the air - but she was running. She was already out the door, and he sneered, feeling fortunate to have received a note.
This is not how things were supposed to be? He expected more. Was that arrogant - to assume that because he told her he loved her she would accept it and want to be with him? He climbed from the mattress and stretched, wading through the bags on the floor. There was practically a wardrobe in here, and he smiled, remembering the gesture with fondness. She was a complete mystery to him. On the one hand he knew that she felt for him and desired him. The sex they had was explosive, and she's blurted her feelings out twice now even to her own mortification. They were true feelings, real, which he felt in every cell in his body. On the other hand, she was acting as though he were an obligation and his ego was taking a punishment. She was being perfect, kind and understanding. She bought him clothes so that he could be clean, and ordered a delicious meal to share. He frowned. That wasn't enough for him, not with her. He didn't need polite or friendly, he needed Natalie.
His gut was truly tight now, as he made his way into the bathroom with a pair of jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. He began to wash up, trying to keep his insecurities at bay. He knew what he wanted, but had to wonder if it was all just a fantasy? They came together out of desperation and the situation only continued to spiral out of control, and now here they were, free and clear and it wasn't working. Was that what he was supposed to come to terms with, that they wouldn't work in normal circumstances?
His breathing was eratic. No! Their pull toward each other was more than just adrenaline. They needed to talk, and she could only avoid him for so long but they were going to talk. No more dancing around because his heart couldn't take it.
He stared into the eyes in the mirror, and a chill travelled his spine. The intensity that shone back was powerful, and so was the determination. He had to be determined. He had to or he'd lose her.
Natalie sat in her oversized chair, lifting her legs to her desk and sinking into the cushions. It was a deja vu moment. This was where it all began, right down to her sitting position, and a small tremor spread through her limbs. She placed a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes, wondering why she was still here? She didn't understand why she was avoiding him, but that's what she was doing? It felt wrong on every level. It was wrong. What gives, Nat? she questioned, sighing deeply.
Her back straightened and she went to the giant window, observing the river with an intense interest. Her apartment building was in her line of sight, and her heart leapt when she took in the structure. Was he still there? She hoped so, but maybe he left? Complicated was not what he wanted, and she was consistantly complicated, so how could they work? Her teeth clamped over her bottom lip, stopping it from quivering.
She flattened a palm against the cool glass and the motion ignited an awareness in her body. He had pinned her here, touched her. She closed her eyes, remembering the wonderful sensations that racked her when his fingers disappeared into her pants. You coward!
She was behaving horribly, and for what? Why? Her entire life was spent railing against fear, refusing to allow it to control her and now she was letting it win. She went to her desk and grabbed her purse, heading toward the door with purpose. If he was going to leave then she would deal, and if they couldn't work outside of a crisis then she would deal with that too, but he deserved more than what she was giving him right now and so did she - so she stepped onto the elevator and pressed the lobby button.
Her mind prayed that he was waiting. She prayed for a lot of things.
The stick was crafted to perfection as far as he could tell. It was sleek and comfortable, and its weight made things a hell of a lot easier. He zeroed in on his target and jerked, watching as a striped ball ricocheted off a solid, and then the whole table came to life. Balls met their marks, and some disappeared down the rabbit hole. He stood, proud that he could still manage a decent game of pool. It's been awhile since he's had the pleasure, or the time.
It was nice to have a distraction from the thoughts that plagued him, tumbling around in his head in an endless loop. There was no point in fixating, it only brought a tension to his muscles and a sourness to his mood. She would be home soon enough, and they would talk. Then they'd both know where they stood. Sinking another ball, John straightened, appreciating the beauty of the table. The felt was gold, not green, and the wood looked like mahogony. It matched her end tables perfectly.
A ding rang out and he lifted his gaze toward the elevator, watching in silence as she stepped into the space and they locked onto one another for an excruciating moment in time. He could see that she was nervous. Good! Over the past several hours he's managed to build up quite an anger over his wake up call. He frowned and refocussed on his game, taking another more aggressive shot.
The sound of her heels on the hardwood flooded the apartment. Natalie entered her kitchen and stripped her jacket over her shoulders, placing it on the countertop. She was trying not to scream out loud. He was ignoring her, enthralled with pool, and it was irritating. She was the one in the wrong, but she needed some time and why couldn't he just understand that? Before she knew what she would do, her hands were wrapped around a fresh beer bottle and she was slamming it down. Maybe it would help her with her nerves? She absently kicked off her shoes and settled onto the Italian marble at her feet. Her eyes were on him, taking in his form while he leaned over the table and played with his balls.
She sighed, and her eyes narrowed as her anger grew. He was being an ass, but damn it he looked hot in those jeans! She knew that casual would be something that would work on him, and hated that she always had to be right.
He sank the last ball on the table, and placed the stick on the felt, finally moving toward the redhead in the kitchen. Not talking wasn't getting them anywhere. "I heard the press conference on the radio." He stood across from her, keeping the island between them. She looked so good. Her work slacks were draped over her curves, accentuating her womanly attributes. The white blouse was tight. Its buttons were straining, losing the battle with her voluptuous body. He swallowed, looking into her wide eyes. "I think it went well?" More silence surrounded them and smothered them. Why was this so hard? "I don't know a lot about that kind of thing, but...it seemed good."
She bit her lip, but couldn't hold back the shake in her legs. "Are you leaving?"
He blinked, not sure what to say? He felt his heart pounding and it made him a little weak. "I will if you want me too."
She grabbed the counter and held tight, staring directly into his bright eyes. "The case is over now right, so I assumed that you'd head back to...where you came from? Your home?"
"It was never much of a home." She wasn't saying anything, just staring. "I was fired, Natalie."
"What?" She couldn't believe it, and it pissed her off! "That's ridiculous! Why would they fire you when you're the only one who knows what the hell you're doing?" She felt like she couldn't breathe.
A swift heat ripped through him out of nowhere. She was aggitated, only this time it was in his defense. She was worried for him. "It doesn't matter." He felt his resolve slipping, along with his anger.
Well, now she was hearing things! "How can you say that? Of course it matters!"
He shook his head firmly. "No, it doesn't." His pulse raced as he walked around the space until they were an inch apart. "I would have quit anyway."
Despite her best effort, a tear slid over her cheek. Natalie hated crying and she hated being emotional, but the way he was looking at her now was overpowering. She cleared her throat, struggling to find a voice, any voice, and when it came out it was gravelly and rough. "Why would you do that?"
His knuckles quickly brushed away the stray tear, and he slid his fingers into her hair and focussed on the desire that was just behind her wide eyes. He could see it and wanted to draw it out. "I love you, Natalie. I don't want to leave you."
She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling her heart swell until her entire chest was full with the love that she felt. He loved her and on some level she knew that, which is why she's been running. She didn't want to do that anymore. Her hand rose to his face and lay on the burning skin of his cheek. His intensity was electric. It shot out and lit up her senses as their eyes stared, tethering their souls together. She simply wanted him, all of him, and felt like a fool for pretending otherwise.
Rising onto her toes slowly, she closed the gap that separated them and felt transfixed, mesmerized. His blue eyes were clear and bright. There was so much power behind the glass. Taking another quick breath, she kissed him softly, gently. They pressed together, reminding her why she loved this man so much. He stoked a fire with such little effort, and she felt the flame begin to burn. It coiled her stomach and melted her brain. She wanted more but didn't know how to ask, so she pulled away and licked her tingling lips.
It was just a kiss, soft, simple. There was nothing spectacular about it, but his body reacted as though her hand was between his legs. He felt his groin swell, and it took his breath as the anticipation grew. John stared at her mouth. A faint taste of alcohol dusted her sweet lips, and he bent and stole another quick taste. His heart was in his throat, and he lost it when her tongue darted out, accidently touching his lips for a split second. The contact was brief but effective. He pushed his way into her hot mouth and moaned, feeling the sound as it vibrated across his chest. It triggered something inside, a tidal wave of desperation that swept through as they clutched tightly, clinging with surprising strength. This was real, and there was an element of relief to it. When he was in jail, he feared that they'd never have this again, and then when he was finally released, he thought that too much was in the way. But this was happening, and he put both hands in her hair and grabbed with two strong fists.
John began to unravel. He felt a pull from head to toe, stretching toward the straining cock that was begging for release. "I love you, Natalie," he whispered, desperate for that to be absolutely clear. No more misunderstandings and no more doubts. She had somehow gotten past his walls and inside his pounding heart, and the realization didn't even frighten him anymore.
Natalie found his eyes when he spoke again, and she smiled. He meant it, he really did, and she felt a wave of happiness warm her deep inside. There was so much to say and she didn't know where to start, or even if she could speak? So she opted for a more pleasurable solution and lowered her hands to his shirt. It lifted swiftly, and she placed her mouth on his hard chest, covering him with her lips and tongue. He was so hot, so delicious. His hands were still in her hair, but the rapid breaths that moved him told her that he was fine with what she was doing. She smiled again, flattening her tongue over his nipple and sucking hard.
He was rigid, allowing her to roam his smooth body with slow intent, but she could feel the strain in every muscle she kissed. Her tongue licked him softly, tasting where she could. The fingers that were lost in her hair, pulled sharply, drawing her head back. She blinked, biting her lip lightly when she saw the stark passion in his heated gaze. Natalie whimpered, reaching for him as he did her. They were all over one another, and she was almost afraid that she would wake up.
John held her face with his palms, fighting her as they began to get more aggressive. Her tongue was seeking dominance, as was his, and it was the sweetest war he's ever known. Her hands were quick, travelling his body with lethal accuracy. They dug into his shoulder blades and squeezed his ass. He felt her pulling on his arms, only to groan loudly when she led him to her chest. It drove him crazy that she knew what she wanted! His breath was raging now, along with his lust. She was heavy in his grasp, and the poke of erect nipples through silk was exquisite. It pushed him further, and the effect was as combustable as gasoline near flame.
John tore himself from her mouth, taking care to feast on every inch of soft skin along her exposed neck. He felt her hand slide over his erection. It slipped into place, before pulling him indelicately through his jeans, and he cried out in surprise. "FUCK!" She was going to have him explode in his pants if they weren't careful.
Natalie wrapped one arm around his solid waist, and kept the other on his penis. She couldn't win against the need that was gripping her, and so she gave up that particular battle altogether. Her fingers worked on him roughly, relentless in their desire to push him beyond his limits. She quaked everywhere, and fell prey to the desperation that seemed to be controlling this particular union. He was circling her and biting her jaw, and then lifting her from the floor. She found herself on the island countertop, where he deftly spread her wide and made a home between her legs.
He buried his face in her soft hair, tugging her to the ledge and grinding into the wet heat that waited for him - called to him. John's hand went to her head to hold the fiery tresses in a firm grip. "How partial are you to this shirt?" he croaked, reacting to the shiver that moved through her limbs.
She curled against his neck and sucked for a moment, grabbing him securely with her hot hand. "Get it off!" she snapped, unable to recognize the voice that just spoke.
He did. In one fluid motion, there was a loud rending of cloth as her blouse flew open. Buttons scattered across her floor, but nobody noticed. John was wripping her pants over her curves, with little care to the garment or a desire to seduce. He held her head and stared into her eyes, nearly cumming in his jeans when she struggled through her passion and finally stared back. He kissed her hard and deep, sighing as she sucked his tongue. It swirled, illiciting a more gutteral sound. He felt her move her wrist, tugging with singular purpose, and he groaned again. He reached down and helped her, and every muscle along his spine stiffened along with his erection. He wanted more, he wanted harder, and so he showed her.
"God, John!"
Natalie shifted against him, tilting her pelvis so that his hardness was pressed firmly between her legs. This was taking too long! She managed to free herself from his determined hold, melting when he voiced his disapproval. There was so much heat in the room, and a fierce sweat broke over her entire body. She unhooked his belt and opened his pants, and used her legs to shove the difficult fabric from his hips.
"Natalie..."
She grabbed his hair fiercely and shoved her tongue into his mouth, silently begging him to treat her body the same way. She took hold of his strong hand and lowered it until he was clamping down over her wetness. And that's when she knew. She heard the tear, right before he was at her entrance. He slid one hand under her ass and lifted, and then he was pushing deep. It was so delicious. "Mmm...yeah!"
He snapped. She was wet and horny and so was he, and she was urging him to grope her. It was the final straw. He sucked in a sharp breath and thrust forward hard, pulsing through her wet flesh. Once he reached his limit, he couldn't restrain himself. His hips moved of their own accord, rocking evenly and torturing them both with a wild build up. It was there, just below the surface, and it was rising fast.
This was not how he had envisioned this turning out? He wanted slow and sensual, and deep and caring, but there was no place for any of that right now. His cock ached, desperate for the release that was dangling in front of him, promising. The harder he pushed, the greater the temptation. He was flat out fucking her in her kitchen, and it was the most erotic experience. One that was stealing all his reason, and leaving him alone with his lust.
Natalie cried out, holding onto his strong shoulders while he moved. Her ankles had long since locked around him, making sure to keep him in place. It was imperative that he continue doing what he was doing...absolutely imperative. She felt a molten flame begin to spread. It started in her core and slowly ran between her legs. The fire in the room was searing her alive, and she prayed for a quick and timely death. Her teeth clamped over her lip, and her eyes fluttered, registering the beginning of the end. It rumbled from below, vibrating throughout her entire body. Her arms were tingling and her legs were weak. Her pelvis twisted sharply, forcing her to pump against him with everything in her. She writhed and squeezed her legs. When he was as close as he could possibly get, she cried out again, trapping him deep within. Her hips rotated, following the sensations as they grew to cataclysmic proportions, and she humped him hard and fast.
John was sure that he was going to break. He was so rigid and tense that there was no way he could come out of this free and clear? He slid between her legs and grunted into her ear, fighting his impending orgasm. She was pulling him with her, and he wanted to wait a little longer. He needed to take her over the edge and feel every single second of her fall. His teeth were grinding, but he thrust again, nearly crumbling when his balls slapped her soft skin. It was so wonderful, so hot and wet. His hands went to her hips, assisting her efforts as she increased her insane pace. He felt her soft muscles clamp down, covering him within an inch of his life, and he felt them tighten like a pleasurable and torturous vice. He blew out breath after breath, desperate for oxygen.
"Ugh..baby!"
He wasn't going to make it. Her warmth was too inviting. He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks hard, and then he felt it. The sudden and sharp explosion that started in his balls and shot out through his cock. A missile was going off as he stood between her wide thighs and let it all go. Everything from the past few days. The trainyard and the cop, the arrest and getting fired. All of it disappeared in an instant. The only thing that remained was his love for this woman, who was shaking beneath him while he came deep inside her.
Natalie's body reacted. She ached and screamed, absorbing the deliciousness of his orgasm as it wripped through her at warp speed. She snapped, joining him with a ferocity that scared her to death as she shook. She was a ball of sensation, of dancing light. Her fingers were digging into his back but neither of them were moving, just breathing. She felt him deep within her core. He was filling and burning her as he trembled in her tight grip. It was outstanding. Her mouth went to his ear. "I love you too, John."
He sighed, circling her in his strong embrace and squeezing. His heart was still pumping fiercely in his chest, and he felt it skip a few beats at her words. He kissed her cheek and her chin. He found her mouth and brushed over it with a feather's kiss. He swallowed, getting lost in her big eyes, but couldn't form the right words. How did he express what she meant to him?
John reached up and caressed her flushed face. He kept his blazing stare on hers, slowly removing himself from the heat and throbbing that was keeping him semi-erect within her walls. He kissed her again, slipping past her lips with a delicate persistence. She was responding, meeting his light strokes with matching fervor.
The burn was back. His skin was radiating a sexual heat that touched them both, making them yearn. He grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth and pulled, stretching the soft flesh until she whimpered. Then he was back in her mouth, moving harder. She tasted so good. When he finally pulled away, he smiled, panting from the shortness of breath that quickly took hold.
Natalie was amazed by his ability to seduce with a kiss, but that's what he did. She felt languid and pliable, and ready to let him do just about anything he wanted? She looked into the deep blue of his eyes and saw a promise that taunted. Her heart slammed inside her tight chest, anxious and excited beyond belief. She wanted that erotic declaration with everything in her. They continued to stare in silence, and she felt gooseflesh brake out over every inch of skin as his hands moved. His fingers gripped the tattered remains of her shirt, easing it from her shoulders, and it was already an after-thought. Her eyes closed when her bra fell, leaving her bare and swollen for his inspection. She trembled, dropping her head back as a thumb rolled a nipple beneath its pad.
"Beautiful," he whispered aloud.
He bent and lifted her from the counter, carrying her toward the jumbo bed that seemed more inviting than ever before. He placed her on the comforter and proceeded to remove the pants that were covering him. Her eyes were glued to his every move, following his fingers as they pushed away the denim, dropping it to the floor. It gave him a thrill to feel her gaze on his newfound erection. She was humming, frozen on the bedspread as she scanned his nakedness with an appreciation.
John almost slipped. His awareness was stretching him, and causing a painful swelling between his strong legs. A small amount of cum coated his tip, and he sucked in a large breath to steady himself. When he looked at her he saw her soul, and that was one hell of an aphrodisiac. His fingers found her ankle and tugged her closer, lifting her leg high. He kissed her calf and nipped, running his hands around the curves of her perfect form. "I'm going to make love to you, Natalie."
She closed her eyes, already losing her control. Her body opened like the petals of a flower, and she tingled as a fresh wetness poured free. The power of his voice? His words sounded like a threat, but if that's what they were then she didn't want to fight it. She longed for his brand of punishment. "Make love to me. Love me, John," she begged, staring at the ceiling while he continued to kiss her ankle slowly. She felt impatient, and stretched out her other leg. She squeezed his balls with her toes, running her foot along his hard steel with care.
John blinked, unable to hold in the moan that slipped when she pushed her heel into his groin. It was an exquisite torture, and one that nearly ended their tender session before it began. He wrapped his free hand around her roaming limb and removed it sharply, staring into her challenging eyes. She was trying to push him. We'll see? he thought, quickly gliding his hands up her legs and over her inner thighs. He wasted no time, sinking two fingers inside her center with a strong effort.
"JOHN!" Her hips shot off the bed, which only embedded him further and deeper. Her muscles were contracting, confusing the now with the then. She could still feel him erupting within her tight walls, and now he was inside her again and it was too much to deal with. She began to shake and twist, trying to get closer. She pushed her head into the mattress below, arching her back for an optimal angle, and it worked. She screamed, cracking like a pinata. A wave of pleasure leaked out, pouring over her until she thought she was drowning in it - until she wanted to drown in it. Her legs slid past his hips, and her hands dug into the expensive bedding.
John watched in awe. She was so free when she orgasmed, so real. There was no pretense, only passion. His gaze dropped, seeing her desire clearly as she erupted. The wetness glistened over her pink skin. He swallowed and crawled over her slowly, placing a gentle kiss on her rounded belly. Her hands went to his hair, inadvertantly massaging his scalp as they moved. He could feel the tremble that coursed up and down her spine, seemingly passing to him through her fingertips. A shiver wracked him, and he sank his tongue into her belly button. "Beautiful," he breathed again, slipping lower.
She wasn't sure she could survive another delicious blow like the one she just received, but she wasn't getting a choice in the matter. His mouth was on her, devouring her, and the act was going to give her heart failure.
Natalie didn't know what to do? She couldn't move or protest, she couldn't speak. Her traitorous hands were reaching and spreading her flesh, offering him clear access. He put his mouth over the swollen bud and sucked, moaning violently onto the tender skin. It caused her to buckle.
"OH...FUCK!"
He felt her go again, only this time he was right where he wanted to be. He lapped at her urgently, taking everything in as she spilled onto his tongue and lips. His chest was tight and his groin was painful, but he wanted this. He wanted all of her, body and soul.
She slowly came down from the clouds, but it was a long, drawn-out process. Natalie stared high above, numb to everything but the tremors that were racing through her from head to toe, over and over. Her breathing was eratic at best, and her heart must have exploded by now? She licked her lips, whimpering when he rose overhead and claimed her mouth with a deep possession.
"Mmm...Natalie..." He was dying. There was something incredibly hot about kissing her with the taste of her sex on his lips. He pushed his tongue to its farthest point, sighing as her arms wrapped around his neck. She wanted him, that much was clear, and it was perfect. She was perfect. Her palm found his penis and he shouted something unintelligable into the air. Born of instinct rather than thought, his hips rocked forward, slowly humping her hand while it clutched at him.
He felt an acute tightening in his balls and knew what was next? Moving quickly, John placed his hands on her hips and rolled her sharply. He stretched over her slick back and put his mouth on her shoulder. The friction of their sweaty bodies gliding together was erotic. They were elemental, fire and ice. He breathed into her hair, finally giving into the fight.
He entered her from behind, taking his time as her womb clenched with an entirely new ferocity. "Gawwwd!" She was squeezing him, pulling, and it was arousing to the point of painful. His mouth was at her ear. "Do you feel that?" He flattened his palm over her stomach, holding her close.
She nodded, swallowing hard. Yes! She felt it! Her body knew what it wanted, and so it moved. It pushed backward hard, and she bit her lip until her teeth pierced the soft skin. "Uh, John...I feel it, I feel you!"
He groaned low, rocking evenly. She was shaking and falling to the bed, shouting into the pillow. It made him so hard to know the effect he had over her. He took his time, wanting to make this last. His orgasm was upon him, but he refused to rush. He kept his pace.
She curled her fingers into the bedspread and tugged with all her strength, breathing so hard that she was sure the entire apartment was nothing but sound. John was driving her crazy! He was firm and gentle all at one time, and it was incredible! His hands went to her chest and held her securely. She flattened, sighing as he followed, laying on her while he moved. He was so deep, touching her where she needed. "Oh God, John!" She bit into the pillow and felt a scream build in her throat, but it never came out. Her body shut down. There was an ache in her womb, and it quickly spread to every part of her. It owned her, rocking her free of herself until she was soaring through space and time.
John was certain that he was growing in size, as impossible as that thought seemed? He slid his hands over her shoulders and arms, and gripped her hands tightly. There was a split second of awareness, where he knew that everything would be okay because he wasn't alone anymore, but then it vanished. He gave in, spilling hard as his orgasm finally took hold. It vibrated from his groin, quickly claiming the rest of him. He cried out for the entire duration, only losing his voice as it slowly lost strength. He collapsed.
They lay together for a long time, breathing to the rhythm of their hearts. Eventually, John moved, wrapping his arm around her and forcing her to look his way. He stared, smiling a lazy, exhausted smile. "Hey?"
She touched his face and kissed him softly. "I missed you."
His smile widened. "I intend on curing you of that." He rose over her and moved between her legs. His heart beat.
Natalie placed her palm over his heart, and blew out a sharp breath. "Wait...John..." He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, before softening and worshipping the impudent peak. "Wait for what?" he asked, bathing her salty skin with an eager tongue.
She sucked in breath after breath, not able to form a sentence. Her fingers betrayed her for the millionth time and slid up his broad chest, curling into the wet hair at the nape of his neck. She found his mouth and kissed him, melting under the heat of this man. He grabbed her soul and drove her body to madness, and it felt right. She sighed over his active lips, and grinned. "Nevermind," she purred, losing herself of her own volition.