Page 11 of Elusive Embrace

She takes a step closer to me and presses her lips against mine before trailing them down over my chin and along the column of my neck.

Heat courses through me as she bites down lightly on that sweet spot just below my earlobe before continuing her descent onto her knees in front of me. My cock twitches at what I know comes next.

She runs a finger up from the base of my shaft to my tip, smearing precum over it as she goes. Looking up at me through lowered lashes, she captures the whole head in her mouth.

A groan escapes from deep within me as I throw back my head against the tiles, letting waves of pleasure crash over me.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive spot just beneath the ridge while she looks up at me with those incredible hazel eyes like she has all day to make love to me.

The image fades for a moment as I lose myself in the sensations her mouth is making. My hand tightens around my length, stroking slowly from base to tip.

My left hand snakes down, cupping my balls and squeezing gently. Nerve endings awaken at the touch and shivers race up and down my spine.

The image of Natalie is back in full focus now. She takes me deep into her mouth.

Fuck! I want this to be real—I want her to be here with me so badly.

I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling it gently as I encourage her to take all of me.

She looks up at me again—those eyes are so goddamn sexy—as she sucks with increasing pressure on the way out before swirling her tongue around the head again on the way back in.

“Does that feel good, Matt?” she moans around my cock.

“Yes…fuck yes,” I groan as fireballs explode behind my eyelids. My hips buck against nothingness and then the image fades away again and I’m left alone under the spray.

The steam suffocates like a wet blanket pressed up against every inch of my exposed skin and suddenly this just feels pathetic—I feel pathetic.

“Fuck!”

Why can’t I just forget her? Why can’t I move on?

I let out a shuddering breath and lower my hands from my face. The shower is still running, the hot water pounding on my skin, but I barely feel it. I’m numb inside.

I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the cool tiles. I’m so fucking tired of this. Tired of the memories that haunt me like ghosts. Tired of the pain that still lingers, even after all this time. Tired of being alone.

The water is cooling now but I can’t bring myself to move. I’m stuck in this moment, frozen in time.

Chapter 4

Natalie

Ican feel it.Things are not okay. Al has been quiet but since the chat with Matt he’s been tense. I know what it means when he gets like that and fear fills me.

We walk back in silence and I wish the walk could last forever. But it doesn’t. I don’t say a word when we get home because by now I know that it’s better for me to stay quiet when he’s in amood like this. Al heads straight to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of beer from the fridge whilst I take my shoes off.

“So, when were you planning to tell me that he’s back?” His voice cuts through the silence. I cautiously look at him. He hates it when I ignore him.

“I… I didn’t think it was important.”

Al snorts. “Your ex turns up and you’re both clearly still cosy. You didn’t think I had the right to know?”

“I… we’re not cosy. Today was the first time I saw him.”

“Don’t! Don’t lie to me Natalie,” he points at me. He is furious with me. Maybe I should have told him that Matt had moved back but I really didn’t think it was important.

Al’s eyes soften suddenly. “Babe, he hurt you. I want to know if he is back so I can protect you,” he says moving closer. He reaches out for me but I take a step back until I’m pressed up against the wall.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if he talks to you again.” He’s demanding, not asking.

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