In my fantasies...err...stories, John McBain has super-human stamina. Just go with it! LOL

Misconceptions pt. 38

"Well, we certainly made up for lost time."

He chuckled, curling his arms more tightly around the pillow at his head. He breathed against the soft cloth, trying to appreciate the moment. She was laying on him, stretching over his back with her face resting on his shoulder blades. Her chest was flat, but her nipples weren't. He could feel them pressing into his slick skin. It was marvelous. Her fingers were touching his arms, feathering them with gentle traces.

She slid higher up his hard body, placing her mouth near his ear. "Are you awake?" she asked, deciding to check for herself. She already knew the answer, but slipped a hand beneath his hip until she found the object of her desire. "Mmm...things seem a little relaxed, but not for long." He shifted slightly, tilting a bit so that she could wrap herself around him easier. She smiled. "John?"

His eyes were closed, but not because he craved sleep. No rest for the wicked! She was holding his penis with her hot hand and it was illiciting a very familiar response. One that he's gotten to know pretty well over the past several hours. He suddenly realized that she was calling him, so he tried to focus. "Yeah?" His voice sounded as dire as the situation was going to become if she kept her palm on his erection.

"What's next?"

He blinked, understanding the seriousness of the question. She wasn't asking for a play by play of the sex they were sure to have yet again. He twisted around, and wrapped a strong arm over her waist, hauling her to the mattress. When she was at his side and staring up while he loomed over her, he found her wide eyes. "I don't know Natalie, but whatever happens we'll figure it out?" He took a small breath. "I'm not going to leave you."

She grinned, more relieved than she could say. "Well, what are you going to do?" Her hand found his length and gently pulled.

He licked his lips and stretched out at her side, staring while she played with him. He knew exactly what he was going to do, but it was nice to talk a bit. He caressed her mussed hair, twirling the red around his fingers. "I need to go back to Washington." Her obvious surprise caused his heart to pick up speed.

She felt that familiar terror again. "I was wondering where home was?" She continued to touch him, finding comfort in the contact. It was an intimate hold, making her feel a deeper connection to the man. "For how long?"

"Not long." His hand dropped, gripping her throat lightly before it fell even lower, landing on her breast. "I have an apartment to pack up." She nodded, but was otherwise silent. He brushed his thumb over her nipple. "Want to go with me?"

She didn't even have to think about it. "Yes."

He smiled and slowly rolled over her, pushing his face against her neck. He kissed the skin softly, enjoying the ease that has seemed to replace the awkwardness and discomfort. "Good." He sucked on her collarbone, running his tongue over the smooth surface.

Natalie sighed, closing her eyes tightly. She was fighting with herself. The last thing she wanted to do was disrupt the moment, but her curiosity was quickly winning her inner struggle. "John?" she whispered, lightly scraping her nails over the artwork that decorated his muscular arms. "Tell me about Gina."

He stopped moving instantly, lifting his head and finding her waiting eyes. He blinked, and then he grinned, completely amused. "No!"

"Why not?" she blurted, frowning. "What's the big secret?"

He laughed and moved to her side, propping his head up with a palm. "Natalie, no!" There was no way he was going to talk about another woman while he was in bed with the right one.

She sat up sharply, quickly losing her temper. "She's just a friend, right? So what's the big deal?"

He frowned, feeling his own ire creep to the surface. "Why do you want to know?"

She wasn't sure why? She just did! "Look, I'm not trying to start anything here."

"Really?" he interupted sternly, "Asking about another woman isn't starting something? I mean, do you really want to know the details of our relationship?"

She snapped. "There was a relationship?" Her hand reached out and grabbed the nearest pillow, before she was hitting him with it using all her strength. "You son of a bitch!" She attempted to slide from the bed, but didn't get very far. He had her pinned securely with his arms and legs, breathing hot air onto her face.

John got very close, whispering near her ear. "Listen to me, Natalie. I already told you that was my life before you. Believe it!"

She felt a fierce pounding in her chest. "I just want..."

"What?" he croaked, finding her ass and pulling her tight against his body. He kissed her softly, and again, sinking into her mouth and caressing her tongue. He looked at her. "What do you want?" he asked, clearly not interested in the answer. He rolled onto his back and brought her with him, relishing the contact as she stretched over his chest and groin.

She put her hands over his shoulders, flattening them to the mattress so that she could hold herself high. Her throat felt constricted, and it went completely dry when he latched onto her breast and sucked. What the hell do I want? She honestly couldn't remember? His tongue flicked her nipple playfully while he enjoyed her, and she felt a moisture pool between her legs.

She fell to him and curled into his neck, kissing where she could reach, and he tightened from head to toe. It was exquisite, seductive. His cock pulsed, beginning to demand more from him while she licked and nipped his skin, and he wasn't one to ignore a biological imperative!

John rubbed her back with his open hands, memorizing her shape as he travelled - the sharpness of her shoulder blades and the smooth concave of her lower back, the delectable rise of her cheeks. He grabbed her ass gently, before continuing lower, following the contours of her curves. They lead right to where he needed to be. He stopped when she sucked in a sharp breath, sighing into his ear. He was so close to heaven, so close.

"What are you waiting for?"

A moan slipped, and he took her thighs and forced them wider. "Nothing," he replied, easing into her center. He watched her closely as he moved, the way she bit her lip and struggled to keep her eyes wide. It had a powerful effect, but he's been aiming for slow since they first started their intimate evening and has so far been unable to comply. This time was going to be very different. When he was buried to the hilt he released his hold, and pushed away the dangling red strands from her beautiful face.

Natalie could see something flashing just behind his amazing eyes, but couldn't interpret the intent? The only thing she did know with certainty, was that he was right where she longed for him to be. He was so deep, so welcome. She felt the wetness between her legs grow, covering them both, warming them. It was intense. "John?" she breathed, desperate for movement, for something to dull the sharp ache that was stealing her control?

He smiled softly, biting his own lip when her muscles squeezed hard, pressing around the throbbing flesh of his cock. Gawwwd! He blew out a quick breath and held her hips, preventing the sweet freedom of movement. "..mmm.." She was clenching again. He could control her hips, but not the molten heat that enveloped him so deliciously. No control there! he thought, sighing as he struggled to maintain.

She twisted slightly, grinding her pelvis so that there was a millimeter of movement between their scalding bodies, and it nearly made her scream out. He was withholding himself, and it was a cruel, unbelievable joke! She dug her nails into his rigid biceps, and slid her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him teasingly, touching the sides of his mouth with quick strokes and grazing his eager tongue with her own. They danced together, their mouths the only thing moving...allowed to move together.

He fell into her kiss. She was trying to seduce him and it was working. Her teeth were nipping at his lower lip and then sucking the tender flesh, easing away the pulse that had been building. He moaned, rolling suddenly, pinning her beneath him. The motion was erotic. It embedded him further inside, illiciting tiny cries from both of their lips. He began to rock, taking care to keep things slow.

There was a shake in every muscle of her body, and still he took his time. It was infuriating and wonderful and difficult to take. The way he pushed her thighs wider when his hips came back, getting as close as two people can physically get. The way her skin was on fire. An overwhelming heat was beginning to consume her. It was emanating from her soul and quickly overtaking the rest of her. His fingers were moving, touching and caressing naked curves. They would glide under her ass and lift, angling her until she thought she'd break from the pleasure. They would scrape over her arms and land on her hips, petting the wet skin of her aroused body. It was sensational.

He watched her closely, wanting to see her through this experience. His knees were digging into the mattress, using the resistant spring as leverage while he pumped. His hand lifted, slicking down the wet strands of hair that threatened to fall into his eyes. There could be no obstruction as he observed her passion, their passion on her soft features. He needed to bare witness. Her hands were on his chest, pinching the hard muscle every time he returned to her full heat. It sent shivers racing through his body.

Her mouth was open, breathing sharply and stirring something deep in his mind, something that was going to creep to the surface and override his desires. He licked his lips and kissed her, rolling again.

"AAAGHH!" Natalie felt it hit without warning. The slow ache transformed, cracking her in half as she landed on him hard. She sat over his thighs with his erection deep between her sensitive legs, and the sudden change of position started a chain reaction in her quivering body. It exploded, filling every inch of her and the room around them as well. She swallowed roughly, dropping her head and shouting out for a second time. "OH FUCK..UH...Oh John, mmm..John, oh fuck, fuck..Uhhh!"

He somehow managed to keep his eyes on her as she orgasmed, spasming over him while he remained tight inside her wetness. It was specatular to see because she was a vision. Her breasts bounced and her hips moved on their own, riding him in a rhythm that was entirely natural. She was pink from head to toe, flushed and burning while she fucked him. It was beautiful.

He blinked, grunting as she continued to clamp down, pulling at him and trying to break him but he wasn't done yet. He sat up and placed his mouth on a nipple, sucking with a determined persistence. It matched the persistence of his own desire, but he refused to be rushed.

"Ugh..oh, Natalie.." He clasped her frantic hips and rolled for the last time, circling her in his arms as she began to shake anew. Her muscle was everywhere, all around him, desperately attempting to push him over the same cliff. He buried his face against her neck and sighed, holding on for dear life while she continued to release.

He was wet, they were both so wet, covered in sex and sweat. He put a flat palm over her ass and slid lower, petting her thigh and then curling it higher. He lifted her leg and found her drugged gaze, slowly beginning to pump between her legs again. It was more torture than ever before. She was throbbing and it made him throb fiercely. He felt a thickness in his penis that was starting to move well past uncomfortable.

John propped himself over her with wobbly arms and stared into her hazy eyes. He eased away, waiting until he heard a delicate whimper in her throat before pushing into her with force. "Ohhh..yeah!" he shouted, repeating the motion. His own build up was near, and he knew that in a matter of seconds he would tumble into bliss and join her there - but he wasn't there yet, so he went hard and deep, once again holding himself within her active body. He blew out a breath and twisted, rubbing her clit with his hot steel.

"JOHN..plea...AGHHHHH!" Her fingers slid over his ribs and settled into his back as she arched, losing herself in a wild flood. She shouted, clutching with what little strength she had left as he ground into her. The ecstasy was consuming...claiming her completely until she couldn't even be sure that there was any part of her left? Only the pleasure existed, only the glory lived. She trembled and cried out when he finally joined her. She felt him, all of him as he tipped and then she just clung to him for support.

John couldn't resist a second fall, not when she was so tight and wet. He heard her screams and it ignited a flame that burst throughout his entire body. He fell too, sucking on her neck as he finally erupted, and he erupted hard. The power behind his orgasm was excruciating and he bit down. "OH YEAH..OH F UCK YEAH!"

He came and he shook and he rode her almost violently. There was no way to stop his hips, not this time. They moved together in rough, clumsy fashion, but neither cared. After what seemed an eternity, he stopped cumming but the shake was still there. The breath in the room was a strange comfort, helping to calm the raging hormones that seemed to control him body and soul. He had to touch her while they slowed and cooled, he had too. His fingers stroked the hot, damp skin of her perfect form, covering every glorious inch in a slow, meticulous way. He wrapped them around her shoulders and over the amazing curves of her chest, pausing to appreciate such perfection. The weight of her breasts in his hands and the joy of her large nipples rolling beneath his firm touch. The sleek ridges of her ribs were too enticing, so he moved down her frame and kissed the white flesh softly.

Natalie marvelled at the level of sexual compatability they shared together, but there was no denying it. He just brought her to orgasm twice in as many minutes, and still her body craved more. He was kissing her belly and licking her skin, and she wanted to force that tongue lower, but now that she could think she also wanted to be sure about...everything. She needed to know the truth. "John?" she whispered quietly. Her voice was trembling and raw.

"Hmmm?" He slid his hands beneath her lower back and then higher, following the smooth lines of her spine.

She felt her heart pound in her chest, and it wasn't from their sexual charge. "We need to talk."

He stopped moving, pulling his open mouth from her pelvis. There was a tone that made him nervous, and threatened to make him very angry. She wouldn't? The conversation was over, right? "About what?" he asked firmly, sitting up on the mattress. He watched her struggle to rise, leaning against the headboard.

"I'd like you to answer the question."

He froze, not quite able to believe what he was hearing? His annoyance was apparent, but he tried to keep his anger under control. "What are you looking for here?" He honestly didn't know?

She shrugged, holding his intent stare. "I don't know? More than we've been friendly?"

He felt an entirely new tension creep into his muscles. He was pissed. "Okay? You first."

"What?"

"You heard me!" He wasn't about to lose this little mind-fuck she seemed so determined to play. "Tell me about Jeremy!"

Natalie was angry. He was furious, it was obvious, but she just needed to understand! She opened her mouth to speak but was quickly interupted.

"And don't tell me that he's just a friend, because he looked very comfortable with you at the restaurant! That wasn't your first date!"

She hopped off the bed and placed her hands on her hips as she glared. "Jeremy doesn't matter! He was a means to an end, he was..."

"...your past?" John stood too, seeing the moment she caught onto his line of questioning. "Rowlands isn't important either, damn it! Let it go!"

She couldn't and she didn't know why? It was ridiculous to feel threatened by that woman, but she did! She saw the longing in her big, brown eyes when she looked at John, and they were friendly, whatever the fuck that means? Natalie spun around and stormed through the partition, entering the wide space of the apartment. She could feel him following, and briefly realized that they were stalking around the room naked. It would probably be amusing if she wasn't so hurt and pissed off!

John wasn't going to back off of this, so he grabbed her arm hard and forced her to face him. "Why are you doing this...starting this crap?"

"Because she's important to you, I can see it! And you don't want to talk about her, so..." she paused to take a quick breath. "...so I guess maybe that's all the truth I need, isn't it?"

He let her go and looked at her long and hard, silently trying to figure out why she was pushing him away? She was running again. He reached out a hand, but she stepped back, and he very quickly had her arms in his grasp. "Listen to me, Natalie." She shook her head, but he was going to have to insist. "I do care about Gina. I've known her for years, since we graduated the FBI training program together. She has saved my life twice, and my ass countless times." He licked his lips, thankful that she seemed to be relaxing slightly. "We've spent the occasional lonely night together, when neither one of us wanted to be alone, but she is my friend, Nat. My friend. I don't love her and have never loved her, and I never will love her. That's reserved for you." He let his arms drop. "Why can't you believe that?" His beating heart was beginning to feel a little battered and bruised.

She cleared her throat. "I want to believe it."

He stepped back, feeling as though a hand struck him in the face. "You want to believe it!" He turned and strode to the bed, reaching for his discarded jeans. "Right. That means that you don't!" He had his pants on in a hurry.

Natalie felt a panic sweeping through her. What was she doing? "John?"

He grabbed his black t-shirt and slipped it over his head. She was behind him now, and he felt her hand touch his back. He spun sharply, grabbing her wrist in a tight grip. "Don't!" He dropped his hand and looked for his wallet.

He was going to leave! Her chest heaved, while she processed the implications of what she was causing between them. Things had been good, perfect, but she couldn't let herself trust it. Now he was going to walk out of her door. "Please, just wait!"

He looked at her with a cold, pained stare. "Why? For what? I told you that I love you and you don't believe it! That seems pretty cut and dry to me!" He always thought of himself as someone with a high threshold for pain, but this was something entirely new. It hurt more than anything.

She worked to gather her jumbled thoughts, because she knew that she was only going to get one shot at this. "I DO believe that you love me!"

He laughed. "You seem to be under the impression that I'm passing time with you, and that I'll fuck you and move on. Maybe head back to my good friend Gina, where I really want to be, right?"

"No, that's not..."

"Cut the crap, Natalie! You just said..."

"Shut up and listen, damn you!"

He blinked, surprised by her outburst, but he did as she asked. Truthfully, he wanted her to talk. He didn't want to leave at all!

She took a deep breath for strength. "I know that you love me, John. I feel it when you look at me, when you touch me, when we make love." Her heart was racing. "But look around!" She spun in a circle, showing off the large apartment with a flamboyant gesture of her arms. "I came from nothing...I had nothing! You read my jacket. I wasn't born into the life of a Buchanan heiress, I had to come here and claim it."

He continued to watch her in silence. This was hard for her, but he felt better knowing that they were finally moving past all the walls. All of them. If they were going to make it, then it was something that they had to do.

"I didn't walk into a loving family with open arms, I had to prove myself and fight to get here. Everything I have in my life is because I got it for myself! Everything, everyone, including Rex. He was gone for a long time after Roxy took him away, and I had to fight to get him back into my life - to rebuild our trust."

He frowned, not understanding. "Natalie..."

"Everyone but you!" she blurted, feeling a cold tear slide over her cheek. She ignored it. "I didn't fight for you, hell I didn't even ask for you! You just showed up one day and wormed your way into my life, whether I wanted you there or not. And I did, John...want you there. I tried to deny it, and I told myself that it was just an attraction, but you were so much more than that right from the start. You fought for me and believed in me...a complete stranger. You lied and jeopardized yourself, and shunned your entire family to stand by me." Her voice left her for a moment, and she watched as he walked up and stared with that usual smouldering intensity of his, but he didn't touch her and she was grateful for that. "And you scare me John, because I don't think I could survive losing you? I love you so much, and it's different because you are the best surprise. You're too good to be true, can't you see? If you leave...?"

He grabbed her head and kissed her hard, desperate for her to feel everything that he was feeling, and he was pretty sure that it was working. Her hands were under his shirt and scraping the skin at his back. There was a powerful hunger between them, driving them. John clutched fists of hair and pulled, granting a rough access to her neck. They were moving, but he didn't care where they ended up as long as he could keep touching her. Those things she said... No one has ever loved him so fiercely and it was a blessing. He grunted when their path was blocked, and he got a quick glimpse of the furniture in their path. In an instant, he had her off the floor and sitting on the flat surface, once again taking a desired stance between her open legs.

Natalie was tugging the cloth of his new shirt, stretching it with tremendous strength while trying to remove the barrier. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and leaned back slightly. She registered a soft sensation, and finally let it sink in fully. She was on felt. Her mouth went to his ear as he sucked on her skin, putting his mark on her. "This table...this pool table costs more than this entire apartment, McBain."

He released the wet hold on her neck and found her wide eyes. "I don't fucking care, Natalie!" He undid his pants and pulled her from the edge, holding her ass as he pushed into her core with strength and speed.

"Aghhh!"

Her cry only fueled his fire, and he pumped into her slender body with purpose. He was watching her again. She was stretched across the golden felt, which contrasted the blaze of her long hair. He sped up. He kept her ass off the wood so that they didn't mess up the stunning table, but the rest of her moved rhythmically across its surface. He saw her arms stretched high over her head, slightly scratching the soft covering with her fingers. Her beautiful eyes were closed, but she was being very vocal, which allowed him to hear her passion rather than see it burn her soul.

She felt different this time around, more free? He was fucking her on her prize pool table and it was the most erotic moment of her adult life, because he was doing it well. She arched her back and stuck her breasts out into the air as the first stirrings of heaven encroached.

John released her hips and braced himself by clutching the wooden edge of the mahogany in desperation. The position forced her legs higher up his arms, and he groaned as his pace increased yet again. She was tightening, squeezing. It excited him beyond reason to feel her impending release. "Mmm God, that's it baby!"

Natalie stared at the ceiling that stood high overhead. It seemed closer now, like she was floating toward it with each new thrust into her waiting body. The body that was flowing freely. She blinked, seeing the colours and stars behind her eyes. They were right there, calling to her, beckoning to her. "Please John?" she whispered, concentrating on the feel of hot silk that was shattering her. "I want it, please? Harder."

He lost it. Her simple plea tugged at his restraint because he wanted it too. His arm went around her lower back for support, and his hips slammed into her once, again, a third brutal time. She was screaming, but he could only feel the seduction that was wrapped around his cock, branding him. It was all too intense. Then he snapped and shot into her with force, surprising them both by taking the lead. He expected to crack her before orgasming, but that wasn't the case. He just couldn't hold back.

She sucked in a breath and felt the cool surface of a pool ball against her leg when he erupted, filling her long and deep. Her fingers coiled around the sphere, turning her knuckles stark white. She followed him almost instantly, barely having time to register the surprise of his onslaught before bursting into a million quivering pieces. She absently grabbed a breast with one palm and played, pinching the hard nipple while she shook and yelled out. She felt more bare and laid open than ever before in her life, only she was no longer afraid. Not with John. He would never hurt her.

He pulled from her and leaned against the sturdy table for support when his legs began to shake from the exertion. He folded over, resting his head on her chest, listening to the pounding heartbeat within her tiny frame. His fingers were wrapped in her tangled hair, content to stay lost in the strands forever...or until he recovered. That had been passionate and sudden, but despite the obviousness of their moment, something just happened with them. He was fucking her, but the intensity was born of pure surrender, pure love, and he knew now that they would be together forever. And he knew that she knew it too. "I love you," he voiced, closing his eyes as her heart finally began to slow and beat at a normal speed.

"I know you do, John. I've always known." That got his attention, because he lifted his head and stared at her with a playful expression.

"Really?"

She grinned, shoving him and hopping from the table. His eyes were on her and she walked backwards, enjoying the show as he stripped down to his naked form again. Then he was walking in her direction, so she quickly placed the table between them. "What are you doing, McBain?"

He stretched out a hand and slowly wound around the table, gliding over the smooth edge with his fingertips. Their eyes were locked. "I was thinking about ravaging you."

She laughed. "Really?" He flashed a huge smile her way and she took off running. He was too fast though, and she found herself tossed onto her mattress as though she were nothing. Then he was on her, tickling her, and Natalie couldn't ever remember feeling more happy in her entire existence. Their playfulness eventually began to wear thin and taunt as they writhed against one another, naked on a bed.

When all was said and done, their touches grew light and their sounds more meaningful. They were soft and relaxed, careful to cover every inch of exposed skin. They took their time and discovered one another all over again, and when things grew too hot to hold back, they let go together. It was the best part of the night.