Page 109 of Defining Us

She’s still quivering on the bed, but selfishly, I’m taking what I want from her. For years I’ve been the giver, but not anymore. Dropping my shorts to the floor, I crawl up onto the bed, over the top of her, kneeling with my legs on either side of her chest. Her post-orgasm smile is one of pure joy.

“You ordered breakfast? Well, it’s time to eat.” My hand on my cock, I’m trying to stop myself from losing it from the sight of her underneath me.

“I’ve never gotten to taste you before.” Her voice is so soft but there’s no sign of the hesitation that over the years has been holding her back. “And I’m ravenous.” Her hands land on my ass and pull me toward her, taking me by surprise.

Fuck, I love this new take-no-prisoners Nat.

Wasting no time, her hot lips open and my cock slides in.

“Yessss,” I hiss. Looking down at her with my cock disappearing down her throat is better than anything I’ve imagined. Gone is the fumbling schoolgirl, and in her place is the woman who is going to take every single drop from me, and then some.

Her tongue slides up and down the underside of my dick as she takes me in and out. Her hand now at the base follows her lips.

Up, down, up, down. “Fuck.” The curse comes from somewhere deep inside my chest.

I want to last, keeping my cock in her wet little mouth, but the moment she uses her teeth, bringing out the animal in me, I push right to the back of her throat and force her gag reflex to take all I am, while I shudder through coming so fucking hard. It’s like all the emotion I’ve been holding onto is now being released through one hell of an orgasm. Worried I’m hurting her, I try to pull back, but the way her nails are pushing into my ass and her head shaking tells me my girl is quite content swallowing every mouthful I’m giving her.

Slowly my body stops convulsing and I’m totally drained, in all possible ways.

Withdrawing from her mouth, I need to kiss her. Her completely sexed-up and blissful state she is in, I want to share it with her. I slide back down onto the bed beside her and wrap her in my arms. I could easily cry; the emotions are taking over.

All the years I have wished, longed for, and at times begged Nat to come to me, finally she is where she belongs.

“I love you,” I whisper, slowly kissing her lips that now have the taste of me on them.

Stopping the kiss, her hand comes up to my cheek in the most tender moment. Making sure I’m looking into her eyes, she tells me the words that have haunted my thoughts for so long. Something I never thought I would hear from the red, plump lips in front of me.

“I love you, Jordan. I’ve always loved you.”

I can’t hold back now. She has broken me in the best possible way. Tears are running down my cheeks.

“Promise me you’re mine. I can’t lose you again. Please, Nat, promise me.”

“Forever, you have me forever. That is my promise.”

That’s all I need, and I seal it with the kiss to end all kisses.

Nat’s mine and I want to shout it to the world. But as that thought is running through my head, reality comes crashing back in. That’s the problem, I can’t stand up on the rooftops broadcasting it to anyone who will listen, not yet anyway, and that pulls at my heart strings. As much as I long to have that freedom, the disappointment can’t squash my happiness. Not one single bit. I won’t let anything take away this moment.

Somewhere on the floor, the shrill alarm of my phone starts beeping. Both of us groan at the same time, bringing laughter into the room.

“We both know what that means, right?” Her head is now lying on my chest, so content and in no hurry to move.

“I’m sorry, Nat, there is so much more I want to share, and let me assure you that I am nowhere near finished with you. I have years of drought to make up for, and you’re now finally quenching my thirst.” My phone is still squawking away in the background and both of us ignore it.

“Mmm, must say I’m looking forward to that breaking-of-the-drought party.” Her little giggle is everything.

“What do they call it in the tropics when they break the dry season? I think that’s when the wet season starts.”

“Oh my God, you did not just say that. You really are still the same old Jordan I always knew.”

“Never changed, Nat, just had to wait for you to catch up.” She swats my arm.

“Yep, still the same annoying child when you want to be. But you know what’s even more annoying? That alarm.”

“Ugghh.” I know I can’t put it off any longer. “I have to go, Nat.” I lean up off the bed and lay her on her back, kissing the tip of her nose. “But I’ll be back, and we can talk more. Whatever you want to know, I’m an open book.” Reaching down and finding my phone, I finally shut it up.

Nat is now up and finding her unicorns to slip back on. Right then I decide I’m buying shares in the company that makes these pajamas. I want her in them every night. Lace might do it for some guys, but all I need is what’s right in front of me. My beauty in her horny ensemble.

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