Page 19 of Forever Mine

She puts her hands on her hips. “You want to make love on the couch?”

She’s surprised, and I don’t blame her. We’ve always had sex in the bedroom, behind closed doors, and I don’t know why I want it any different. To me, our sex life was perfect, but after hearing about her fantasy, I’m wondering if I need to change things up. Fuck, I don’t care where I have her, as long as she’s mine.

I grab her hand and pull her behind me. “Oh, we’re going to do more than make love, Nat. By the time this is over, I’m going to own this body. You’ll never hide from me again. You’ll never consider keeping it from me.”

She gulps and stares up at me with wide eyes. I rub my palms down my thighs to stop from reaching for her. “Undress.”

I walk around the living room that has floor-to-ceiling windows. When I reach the control panel, I hit the button, and the blinds all start to descend.

When I turn back to her, she’s still standing in the same place with her clothes still on.

I walk toward her, slowly, like a predator hunting his prey. I trail one finger down her cheek. “You still have your clothes on.”

The look she gives me tells me she’s feeling insecure. “Let’s go up to the bedroom.”

I know why she wants to go to the bedroom. She wants to be able to hide from me under the covers. I’ve done nothing to show her how much I appreciate her body in the past, but that all changes now. From this moment on, she’ll never question how much I love her body.

“Let’s do it here.”

She takes a breath, and for just a minute, I think she’s going to fight me on it, but she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. The sports bra she has on underneath is the next to go. I stand in front of her with my arms crossed over my chest to stop myself from reaching for her. I’m enjoying the strip tease, and I’m going to let her finish.

She puts her hand on each side of her pants, but she doesn’t lower them. “What about you? You going to undress?”

I shake my head.

“No? What do you mean no? I’m not going to be naked by myself out here.”

My arms tighten around myself. I’m ready to have my hands on her but not yet. “See, the problem is, if I get naked, I won’t last. I’ll want to be inside you, and I want to take my time, Natalie. Plus, I need to give you your punishment.”

“Punishment? For what?”

I chuckle and run my hand across the stubble of my chin. “Where should I start? Oh yeah, how about when you said you were too heavy. Let’s start there.”

She crosses her arms over her ample chest, hiding her berry-colored nipples from me. “I am too heavy to be carried around.”

I take a step toward her and grab her hands, pulling them away from her body. I devour her with a look. While holding on to her hands, I ask her, “You removing your pants, or am I? Either way, they’re coming off.”

She juts her chin at me. “I’m not taking them off.”

I just laugh. I walk around to the front of the couch and sit down. “Come here.”

She follows me, and when she gets within reach, I grab her hips, pulling her until she’s standing between my legs. With a hand on each side of her waistband, I peel her pants and panties down her legs. Her hands go to my shoulders to steady herself. “Lift your leg, baby.”

She lifts her leg, and I pull the material down her thigh. I tap on her other leg and do the same. Only when she’s standing in front of me completely naked do I lean back on the couch and look at her. My hands are itching to touch her, but there’s something I need to do first. Pointing to my lap, I tell her, “Lie down.”

Her forehead creases, and she tries to cover her body with her arms. She goes so far as crossing her legs as if that’s going to keep anything from me. “What do you mean lie down?”

I hold my hand out to her. She looks at it and back to me before putting her hand gently in mine. As soon as our fingers touch, I wrap a hand around her and pull her until she falls into my lap and guide her so she’s lying with her stomach on my legs and her ass in the air. She squeals and looks at me over her shoulder. “Beau, what are you doing?”

I should explain, but I know she’ll figure it out. She’s a smart woman. I run one hand down her back in a soft caress. Her body trembles, and when I get to her lower back, she lifts her ass up. I grab a handful of it, kneading it with my fingers as her moans fill the room. I move to the other cheek, caressing her until her body starts to go limp on my lap.

I start with a soft pat on her bottom and then the next one a little harder. She turns her head to look at me. The blue of her eyes is no longer the color of a summer sky. Instead, they are a dark blue, reminding me of nighttime. There’s no denying the desire that is shining out of their depths. With her eyes on mine, I slap her ass again, and this time she whimpers, biting on to her lower lip.

I soothe my hand across her skin. “Do you like that, Nat?”

She doesn’t answer me, but her eyes dilate, telling me what I already know. After another swat to her ass, I slide my hand between her thighs and cup her sex. Her body jerks as I rub my fingertips along her swollen nub. She’s soaked, and she gets even wetter as I circle her clit with my fingers. “You don’t have to answer me. I know you like it. Your pussy is weeping for my touch, Nat. This was meant to be a punishment. I don’t want you to ever think for a second you’re too heavy for me. I don’t want you to think you’re anything less than perfect for me.”

With each word I say, I increase the pressure of my touch. With one hand, I’m caressing her back, her hips, her cheeks. With the other, I slide through her swollen slit and press a finger to her hole. She clenches on to me, and I pummel in and out of her. “Fuck, Nat. How can you think you’re anything less than exactly what I need?”

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