Page 66 of Unnatural
A sound vibrated in his throat. Sam had heard himself make all sorts of noises before, some automatic, unbidden, but he’d never heard himself make a sound like that.
She trailed her finger down the scar that ran from his throat to his navel. He’d received that one when he was very young. He didn’t even remember what it’d been from. And he didn’t care. He’d always hated his scars, hated what they represented. But he was suddenly grateful that particular scar was especially long and gave Autumn something to run her finger over for several breathless moments. He’d never look at it the same again. Autumn leaned forward and grazed her lips lightly over the puckered skin, and he shuddered, hisbreath emerging in staggered pants. “Autumn,” he breathed.An urgent plea. A desperate prayer.
She leaned away, pushing his shirt over his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. For a moment, she simply gazed at him, her eyes roaming over his shoulders, his chest, and down to his navel. He felt the way he did when she’d first stared at him after the shower when his towel had fallen. He buzzed with electricity, withlife, with some magic he couldn’t define but knew was in her and somehow was leaving its traces on him as well. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and brought them down his hips and over his straining erection, and those too dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
She stared at his manhood, and impossibly, he swelled larger, throbbing with what was both pleasure and pain. Autumn swallowed again and let out a small nervous laugh. “I’m skeptical this is going to fit,” she said.
Fit.She meant to put him inside her.Oh God.
“Tie me up now,” he grated, lying down on the bed and lifting his hands to the wooden bedposts. “Make them tight.”
She straddled him, leaning forward and tying his wrists one by one.
“My feet too,” he said.
She met his eyes. “Sam—”
“Please,” he begged.
She paused but then got off the bed, walking to the footboard and tying each ankle in turn. She looked at his feet for a moment, tracing the scars at his ankles, her pretty lips dipping into a frown momentarily. She returned to the bedside and then climbed up and straddled him once again. She grazed his erection, and he hissed, a zap of bliss causing him to arch his back, his body seeking more. He felt anurgency to take and pound and possess, and even while he instinctively tugged at his bindings, he was simultaneously grateful she’d tied them tight.
Autumn leaned forward, feathering her open mouth over his, using her tongue to trace his lips. He groaned, his hips coming off the bed, seeking. “Madagascar,” he sighed. He couldn’t think. He only had his senses. And she tasted like her scent. Vanilla beans. Flowers. Sunrises. Snowfalls. All things sweet and clean and wonderful. Moments he’d been in so briefly and never wanted to leave.
He wanted to weep with the beauty of her, the intensity of this moment, unlike anything he’d ever experienced or ever thought he would. Even in his wildest dreams.
Autumn smiled against his skin, moving lower, licking slowly around his nipple as his nerves lit on fire and burned like a thousand sticks of dynamite, flaring toward some unknown end, not just a climax of his body but of his heart.Sparking. Buzzing.She kissed over his scars, rubbing her lips and her tongue and her hair over his skin, causing him to groan and writhe and beg, words and phrases spilling from his lips between harsh pants of breath. He couldn’t even hear himself over the blood whooshing in his ears and rushing through his body.
A strangled gasp burst from him when she wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding down slowly and then coming back up. She was right, it was different when someone else gave you pleasure. He wanted to laugh—with joy, with disbelief, with wonder—but he didn’t think he was capable.
“Sam,” she whispered, “you’re very large, and I think it’s best if I…” And then the heat of her body was gone as she got up, and he made a strangled sound of dismay, lifting his head as a smile played on her lips.
She removed her underwear and tossed it aside, and then she unhooked her bra and let it slide to the floor. She stood before him, naked, and this time, he let himself look.Beautiful. Perfect.Every inch of her. Her round breasts. Her small brown nipples, hard and tight. Her slim waist and beautifully round hips. And the short patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
Images invaded his mind. Pumping hips and monstrous growls of possession. He swallowed, gasped, shut it out. He was tied down, tamed, and she was in charge. Not him.
Trust.
She climbed back up and swung her leg over his hips. “I think it’s best if I come,” she said, reaching between her thighs and using a finger to outline her lips.
He groaned. He couldn’t watch or he’d come too, and then it’d be over, and he wouldn’t let that happen.Not yet.
But he alsohadto watch. He couldn’t look away. So he gritted his teeth and watched as her finger moved on her body.
She was causing his cock to bounce on his stomach, and even that slight contact was sweet torture.
“I’m pretending this is your hand, Sam. I want this to be you touching me. Promise me it will be soon.” Her mouth parted as she arched her back, her nipples puckering tightly.
He grunted, his vision going hazy as he stared at her ever-quickening movements. He was so tense his muscles ached, and his veins protruded from his skin, rushing hotly with blood. He memorized the way she moved her finger as she brought herself pleasure and wrote another page to her journal, storing that too inside himself with all her beautiful words and pieces of poetry. It was colored with the secret hues of her body and the private sounds bursting from herlips. It was another part of her he never expected to receive, and he would cherish it just as he did with every other precious part of this woman.
Her soft skin was glistening, and Sam was sweating too, desperate with need and a hundred other feelings he’d never had before. She gasped. “I’m so close, Sam,” she said. “It won’t take long, and then…oh,” she moaned. Her head went back as her movements quickened, and less than a minute later, she tensed, crying out, shuddering as Sam held himself as still as possible and willed himself not to join her. He was a master at denying himself, yet he’d never come closer to failing.
Her head fell forward, and for a moment, she simply breathed before raising her face to his and kissing him. This kiss was as slow as the one in the forest but even deeper, and again his hips began to circle, to reach. Every inch of him was electrified, including his mind, his heart.
“Are you okay?” she asked when they came up for air.
“No,” he said honestly, and despite the answer, whatever was on his face made her smile.
“Ready?” she asked, and he sensed she was asking herself as much as him.
