Page 21 of Noticing Natalie
“I’m Rafe.” He extended his hand to me, and I shook it. He didn’t let go, and his intense green eyes locked on mine.
“I’m…”
“Natalie Martin. I know. I’ve been trying to get an introduction to you for a while now, but your man over there is a little overprotective.” He gestured behind him to Tim.
I frowned and glanced at Tim. He was watching our interaction carefully. He did not look at all pleased.
What was going on? He was even ignoring Cora, much to her disgust.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, looking him over appreciatively. He was handsome. Tall, tan, and muscular with green eyes and brown hair, he seemed like my type of guy. Physically at least. “How do you know Tim?”
He got a bit of a smirk on his face. “We lived in the same dorm freshman year at Tech.”
I nodded, and looked back to where I’d last seen Tim. He was gone. I figured he was making out with somebody, maybe Cora, in his bedroom.
And then he was right beside me. He put his arm around me, pulling me into his hard, muscular body possessively. “What are you doing, Rafe?”
“Just talking to your friend, bro.”
Tim hated when people called each otherbro. I had to stifle a laugh, even though I didn’t have a clue what was going on between these two. The hostility was so thick you could feel it. “Oh, she’s a lot more than my friend.”
Then, before I knew what was happening, Tim’s lips were on mine. His arms were wrapped around me, and I was enveloped in his scent—a particular blend of the outdoors, something faintly beachy, and his laundry detergent—which always made me feel at home. I was still as a plank of wood in his arms for a moment, I was so shocked.
Then I felt myself responding as if someone had lit a flame inside me. My lips crashed against his and I pulled his body as close as I could get it. It wasn’t enough. My arms went around his neck, and one of my legs went as far as I could get it around his waist. My dress was hampering me. Keeping me from him.
His hands went to my waist and jerked me against his lower body at the same time his tongue thrust into my mouth in an obvious approximation of what he wanted to do to meelsewhere. I gasped as I felt his long, thick erection against my stomach. I rocked against him, and he let out a pained groan against my mouth as our lips continued to mingle and taste each other.
It still wasn’t enough. I wanted to climb him. I wanted him inside me. I needed him closer. He must’ve felt the same way because he hiked my dress up and grabbed me under the ass, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued kissing madly, wildly, and I vaguely became aware of voices in the background saying things like, “about time,” and “I wondered how long it was going to take them,” as Tim walked me towards his room.
He pushed me against the closed door to his room while he fumbled with the doorknob. He kissed and sucked down my neck at the same time, while I gasped with pleasure and writhed against him.
He finally grasped the knob and turned it, making us practically fall into his room. He walked me to the bed and tossed me onto it before turning and kicking his door closed. He was back in the blink of an eye, and had my dress pulled over my head before I even knew what was happening.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t slow down and appreciate each other’s bodies. We just basically ripped each other’s clothes off and went at it. It was wild and hurried and rough and chaotic. We were all over each other. Our hands and mouths were everywhere.
The next thing I knew I heard the sound of foil ripping, and Tim was rolling a condom on. I bit my lip as I stared at him. His cock was long and thick and the biggest of anyone I’d ever been with.
And then I was on my back, and he was moving over me. I could feel him trembling slightly, and I stopped for a second to caress his face. We stared into each other’s eyes for severalseconds, and while no words passed between us, I felt as if our souls spoke to each other. Like they’d found each other after a long time of searching for who they were supposed to be with.
And then he was pushing inside me, and I struggled a little to take him. Then I relaxed and enjoyed it, and he bottomed out inside me. We were both still for a moment. I was appreciating how full I was, and he was breathing hard as if he was trying not to come.
Once he’d gotten himself under control, he started to move. Fast. And then hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. We didn’t talk. We just went at each other like animals. It was like we were on the same wavelength. I knew right before he grabbed me and flipped me over. He pushed my head down while I lifted my ass up just as his big hands grabbed my hips. He put one leg beside me for leverage and started pounding inside me over and over again. I rocked back into him taking him deeper and deeper.
I felt him growing even larger inside me, and his breathing increased. I knew he was about to come. I was almost there, but needed just a little extra push…
And then he reached around and flicked my clit. I went right over the edge, screaming out his name. He pounded inside me a few more times, yelling out, “Fuck, Nat. So, fucking good,” before stilling and releasing inside me with an extended groan.
And then it was over. He grabbed me and rolled over with me, holding me tight to his chest. He was still inside me, and we were both experiencing aftershocks. After a while of him just stroking my hair, my back, anything he could touch, he pulled out.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and lifting off the bed.
I heard him in the bathroom and then he came back, bringing a warm, damp washcloth and using it to clean me upbetween my legs. Then he came back and pulled me into him. We were both drowsy, and before I knew it, we were asleep under the gentle breeze of his ceiling fan.
I woke up sometime in the night with his mouth on my pussy. “Oh,” I gasped out in surprise.
He grinned wickedly when I made eye contact. He pushed my thighs apart, massaging them as he did. It felt strangely erotic, and I relaxed into it. Then he started licking me. He was slow and steady at first, then faster and more focused. He circled his tongue around my clit at the same time he pushed two large fingers inside me, fucking me slow and steady. He was patient, licking, tasting, thrusting, until he heard the telltale signs of my breathing picking up and the sound of desire growing.
“Love the sounds you make,” he bit out before sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it back and forth with his tongue.
