Thursday, February 7, 2019

When Nataley stood from the sofa and held out her hand to him, Harry rose with her, stepping forward. "Hey, love. We don't have to rush anything."

"Of course not," she scoffed. Then her mouth tilted up on the right side in a smirk he hadn't seen before. "I really want you, H. But if you want to wait..."

Her voice trailed off, and he laughed. "You're a dork. It's just that I wasn't expecting tonight to be anything more than a quality snog. I'm more than willing." Rising to stand next to her, he cradled her face in his hands. "In fact, it would be an honor to make love to you." Gently, softly, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings, he brushed his lips across hers. It was a tender moment he wanted to cherish.

Nataley had different plans. Stepping to him, she circled her arms around his back, grasping his arse with both hands and pulling his lower body into hers before she wrapped an ankle around his calf.

"Trying to climb me, love?" he asked as their lips separated, a smirk on his face as he watched her eyes roam his face.

"In some ways, it feels like the last three years have all been foreplay, H. I'm ready for the main event."

At their feet, Chuck whined, causing both humans to break into giggles.

"Looks like someone else is ready for a very different main event," Harry grinned, pressing a light kiss to Nat's lips before whistling lightly for the dog and walking towards the door. "Come on, mate. Let's go for a walk."

Instantly, Chuck jumped up from his spot on the floor, trotting towards his pseudo-owner. Attaching the lead, Harry opened the door while the puppy raced outside, sniffing everything. Harry followed, considering the interaction in which he'd just participated.

"Come on, Prince Charles. I've got a willing woman waiting for me inside." And Harry found that he couldn't wait to be inside HER.

Cleaning up the dog's poo, he headed back to the condo, locking the door behind him.

"In here," Nataley called from her bedroom, and Harry hung up the leash before washing his hands at the kitchen sink. After drying them on a towel, he still felt the need to wipe them on his pants. Why was he nervous? He's done this before. Multiple times. With many partners.

Just not with Nat.

At the door, he stopped to view where she was sitting nonchalantly on the bed, one leg tucked under her body. Her shoes were off, but otherwise she was fully clothed.

"Hey," her husky voice hit differently in the boudoir environment.

"Hi."

"Let's play a game," she suggested.

Cautiously, he surveyed her. "Okay."

"Name a piece of clothing for me to remove."

Debating, he glanced at her feet and grinned. "Socks."

"Deal!" Quickly, she shed both items from her feet. "My turn. Shoes."

Toeing off his loafers, he carefully placed them in the hallway behind him. "Shirt."

Nodding in ready agreement, Nataley crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands before slowly raising the fabric over her head, revealing her breasts still encased in her bra. This game was fun. Her boobs were perky, and he could tell they would fit in the palm of his hands.

"Tell me what you're thinking," she muttered, watching him casually, and he didn't think before speaking his thoughts out loud.

"Those peaches will fit perfectly in my hands," he grinned, holding up his palms and making grabby hands.

Her smirk helped move his cock towards performance status. "Agreed," she smiled, tracing her own hands up to her breasts and cupping them. "What will you do to them first?"

Licking his lips, he found he couldn't pull his gaze from where her fingers rested under the swell. "Shit. That's not an easy question, Nat. I want to pinch the nipples, but I also want to taste the tips. First, though, I truly just want to do what you're doing right now."

"Mmmmm," she threw her head back as her fingers closed around the nipples, imitating what he'd suggested first. "I love having them pinched. It sends a zing to my pussy."

"Oh," he choked, "Well, shit. Now I know what I want to do first."

"And you? What is this making your body feel?"

Breath quickening, Harry attempted to lean against the door jamb, but his body was reacting to the conversation faster than he expected. Shifting, he reached for the front of his trousers, adjusting his underpants to better accommodate his cock.

"I feel hot everywhere, Nat. My mouth is dry at the thought of tasting your nipples, and we're not even undressed yet. My cock is starting to feel uncomfortable. Growing harder just imagining touching you."

"I would say that's positive. Take off your shirt for me, H."

Fingers fumbled with the buttons, and he thrust it from his body as though it were on fire like his first solo Saturday Night Live when he had carelessly tossed his shirt onto the candle in his dressing room.

Her eyes roamed his chest, observing his tattoos and whatever else her hungry gaze landed on.

"Nat --" Her name escaped his mouth without permission.

"Tell me, H. Please."

"What, love?"

"Do you want me to twist your nipples? Suckle them? Trace my fingers over your tattoos? Bury my nose in your armpit? Tickle you? What do you like?"

"I, ummm, kind of really like when someone clamps their teeth over my nipples and bites gently."

Her eyes flared as he watched. "Yum...can't wait to try that."

"Ummm... don't you want to test that out now?"

"Feeling anxious, Harry?" she teased.

"Nope," he scoffed.

"I promise biting those will be one of the first things I do. Now will it be the jeans or the bra? Think carefully, H."

"THINK?!" he demanded playfully. "As if." But he gave considerable consideration to her question. "Jeans," he finally stated firmly, and she knelt on the bed to unbutton the fly.

Slowly.

"You should know that my pussy is dripping into my panties right now, Harry. I hate having to wash my jeans, but I think they're going to have to go into the wash this next time."

Her words made his cock harder, and he swallowed.

"What does it feel like?" He asked.

Kicking her legs out in front of her, Nataley shimmied the jeans over her hips and wiggled until they were down her thighs where she could kick them off.

"Like my vagina is on fire and a full regiment of firefighters have shown up to spray it down with water hoses. But the water doesn't cool it down. Despite the dampness, my pussy is still pulsing heat."

"So it's uncomfortable?"

"Sort of. A pleasurable discomfort."

"Like my cock," he stated the facts.

"Yeah."

"Would you..." he swallowed. "Would you spread your legs for me, Nat?"

"Of course!" Slowly, by increments, she did exactly that, revealing her wet panties, and his breath hitched as he spotted the damp spot.

"Can I touch?" he asked, stepping forward. "I just want to feel the panties. Not your pussy."

"Why don't you test out both?" Nat wondered. "Run a finger along the panties and then a second finger underneath and into my pussy."

Was she trying to kill him? But Harry wasn't going to turn down the opportunity! Stepping to the bed, he traced a path along the cotton stretched between her legs, and the feel of her heat nearly made him keel over. Gently, he pushed aside the fabric and inserted a finger inside her. Her walls convulsed around him, and his eyes rushed to her face, her head tilted back, her tongue darting out to her lips.

"Fuck, Nat. You're ready."

"Yes and no, Harry. It's been a while for me, so I could probably come just from your finger."

"Awesome," he grinned, slowly pumping his fingers inside her as her walls clenched. She bit her lip, head tilted back. Stepping closer, Harry used his other hand to tease Nat's clit while the pace of his fingers increased and he inserted a second in her vagina. Fuck. He was enjoying this. "I wanna see you come." His strangled voice was gruff.

"Mhmmmm," Nataley moaned, her tongue darting out. Shifting her body, she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh, fuck. That hits so differently right there. Fuck." Panting, she laid back on the bed, her eyes connecting with his. "I'm close, H."

"I can tell." The smile that drifted across his face was intended to convey total acceptance. "Come for me, Nat."

At his words, her orgasm overcame her, vaginal walls tightening around his fingers as her legs began to quake. She held eye contact for several seconds, but as his fingers continued their strokes, she closed her eyes and her head tilted so far back that he could only see the bottom of her chin.

Fuck. How had he survived this long as her friend without witnessing this beautiful reaction? Now that he had been privileged to view her in this moment, he knew he would never get enough of it. Once her thighs had stopped quivering, he withdrew his fingers. Waiting until her legs loosened around him and her gaze was on him again, he drew the fingers across his tongue, tasting her.

"Holy shit, H. I wanted a slow burn with you."

"Now we can have that," Harry grinned.

"True. I'm going to have to wash these sheets tomorrow, aren't I?" Despite her words, Nataley appeared to be anything but disappointed. Sitting up on the bed, her panties and bra were the only clothing still covering her. Yet she looked anything but vulnerable. Empowered would be the better work.

"Take off your pants for me," she demanded.

"My pants?" Confused, he glanced down at his trousers.

"Fuck. I forgot they're called something different in England. Your slacks. Britches. Trousers. Whatever."

His laughter burst forth, and he reached for the button. "Trousers works, Nat. Do you want me to take off my pants too?"

Eyes darkening, she drew her lower lip between her teeth before nodding. "Oh fuck, yes, Harry. Please."

Smirking, he unbuttoned and unzipped the garment, sliding both the trousers and his briefs over his hips and down his thighs. No one had to tell him he was well endowed. It was common knowledge, and he stood with his cock half-mast without any shame.

"Fuck," Nataley breathed. "I know that the vagina expands to fit any size, but I'm afraid after that, nothing else will ever feel as filling."

"Good," Harry giggled, "cause I don't want you to ever have another cock inside you for the rest of your life."

The smile that drifted across her face hinted at satisfaction and eagerness as she sat up with a ramrod straight back.

"Okay, H. Tell me. Show me. Where are you most sensitive? What feels good to you?"

"Nat..." he whined. "This is..."

"Educational?" She smirked.

Air expelled from his lungs, and he smiled, his body relaxing. "Okay. I really like extra pressure at the base here." Reaching out with his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the area of his cock closest to his abdomen. "And I like a soft touch here." Sliding his fingers to the tip, he carefully manipulated the flesh. "Feathered kisses here, but lots of tongue and suction overall." His face coloured. "Because I'm so big, sometimes people can't deepthroat me, but honestly, Nat..." Watching her face, he finished the thought, "I don't mind a fist at the base to complement the mouth."

"Cool," she stated baldly. Reaching out, she grasped the base tightly, pressing a light kiss on the tip, and Harry sucked in a deep breath as his hands drifted behind his back. With her tongue, Nat traced a swipe on the underside of his cock, and he clenched his fists at the sensation.

"Fuck me," he whispered, the words escaping in a rush of air as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked like she was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop by hoovering off the hard candy outside. When Nat tickled his balls, he put a hand on her head.

"Nat? If I blow my load in your mouth, we'll have to wait for a second round."

Her eyes caught his as she gently applied a tiny bit of suction as she popped off him. "Okay, but I get to finish that at least once before morning."

"Deal." As if he were going to argue with her about that. "Now, I would say that you've got more clothes on than I do."

"Yep. So what do you want to stay covered?"

That was easier than he thought it might be. "Your breasts. I want to see your pussy, Nat. I want to get to know it intimately."

"You got it," she leered. Standing next to the bed, she drew her panties down her legs, kicking them aside as she stood a mere six feet from him with her legs braced apart.

"Tell me what you like," he demanded.

"Deep. Hard. But alternating with slow and steady. Sometimes just the tip of your cock inside. I picture making love to be a symphony. I don't like all timpani. Or all flutes. Making love should be a song in which both people can participate. You?"

His gaze softened as he observed her on the bed. "Same, love. And I don't enjoy a partner who doesn't participate. I've no problem taking direction or having nails clawing at my back. As long as we're both part of the composition."

"Good." Reaching behind her back, she started to unlatch the bra before looking at him. "You want it on or off?"

"Off please."

With a smile of pleasure, she released the clasp and withdrew the cloth from her breasts, revealing them fully.

"Come here, Harry," she purred, patting the bed next to her. When he obeyed, she laid on the bed, twisting to face him. "Do you prefer top or bottom?"

Carefully considering the question, he shrugged, "I guess I like both in equal measure."

"Fair," she smiled, lying on her back and spreading her legs again. "How about you top first? Think you can get me off without tipping over the edge yourself?"

The challenge was all he needed. "You better believe it," he leered. "Now that I've seen you come, I'm making it my life's goal to witness that as many times as I possibly can. But I'm starting with those peaches. Can't wait to pinch 'em."