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Natasha
“THANK YOU,” SHE SAID quietly.
Rane glanced down at her, not breaking stride as they headed up to his room after enjoying a nice quiet late-night meal together. “What do you mean?”
“For everything. For giving me a second chance,” she said, taking a risk and reaching out for his hand. He didn’t pull away. “You didn’t have to, but you did, and I’m grateful for it.”
“I didn’t want you to be faking it,” Rane admitted as they entered the stairwell and started up. He was on the seventh floor, while the cafeteria was on the second.
“You didn’t?”
He scoffed. “Of course not. I had feelings for you too,” he reminded her. “I have feelings for you. Of course, I wanted you to be telling the truth. I just couldn’t take the chance, at the time, that you were lying.”
“I feel so horrible about it.”
Rane brought her hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips against the back of her palm. “I know. I’m not going to tell you that you shouldn’t, but I’m also not going to let you dwell on it either. That’s in the past now, and we need to start moving on from it. It happened, we acknowledge that, but we’re not going to let it affect everything going forward.”
“You’re so kind to me,” she said after digesting what he’d said. “I’m going to do everything I can to ensure that I’m deserving of the way you treat me.”
“You went a long way today,” he said, slowing his pace to match hers.
“Sorry. Short legs,” she said. “Have to move slower.”
Rane paused at the next landing, eying her. “They are short, aren’t they? Mine are longer, go faster.”
“Yeah. I know. Sorry about—whoa!” She yelped loudly as Rane bent down and swept her from her feet. “What are you doing?”
“Going faster,” he chuckled, carrying her up the stairs in his arms.
Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck. “You don’t have to carry me, you know,” she said, suddenly conscious of her less-than tiny body. She was most definitely thick-figured, and Rane shouldn’t have to carry her up the stairs.
“I don’t have to,” he agreed. “But I want to. Now be quiet, no more protests on the matter. You weigh nothing to me.”
She had to admit it felt like he was telling the truth. His arms were easily holding her aloft, like she was full of air. It was rather attractive.
“Thank you,” she said again, nuzzling into his neck. It felt nice to feel so...small. She kissed his neck.
Rane growled softly but didn’t protest or say anything more. So, she did it again, eliciting another pleased sound. Natasha hadn’t planned on anything happening that night; she figured Rane wouldn’t want to, but as her lips traced lines along his neck and up to his ear, she wondered if that was about to change.
They slipped out of the stairwell and Rane hurried along the hallway. She could feel his urgency now, his need to get back to his room.
Maybe he wants it as badly as I do...
“We don’t have to do this,” she said as the door closed behind them and Rane went directly for the bedroom.
“I didn’t have to carry you up the stairs either,” he pointed out.
“But you wanted to.”
He pulled back slightly, flashing her a smile. “Exactly.”
And he wants this too.
They took their time, removing clothes layer by layer, fingers, mouths and tongues exploring each other’s bodies, tracing lines and curves, grabbing muscles and hips. She moaned softly as he lifted her onto the bed and settled over her, the press of his body on hers just what she needed. What she craved.
When he began to kiss his way down across her body, she found herself writhing in anticipation, in need. Rane wasn’t distracted, leaving a line of heat across her collarbone, between her breasts and past her stomach. She shivered when he kissed her through her underwear, before sliding it slowly from her body.
Now she was exposed. Vulnerable. Rane had her, and she was ready for him to do whatever he wanted.
His tongue slid warmly across the inside of her thighs and she gasped at the sensation, flinching away before relaxing. It was good. So very good. He started slow, taking his time, exploring her every fold and peak. Her body responded to his touch, heat spreading from between her legs up into her very core.
Rane watched her, his hands grabbing at her legs, her hips and even reaching up to play with her breasts, sending tendrils of pleasure through her so very sensitive nipples. Little sparks of bliss merged with the growing ecstasy between her legs. Rane was very good at what he did, and she was reaping all the rewards.
Her climax built and built, like snow on a mountainside. It drove higher and higher as his tongue paired with fingers, more sensations than she could cope with assaulting her brain as he went faster.
“Just like that,” she said to him, feeling her thighs start to tremble. She was close. “Right there.”
His tongue stiffened slightly, narrowing its focus, and her eyes rolled back into her skull. There was no stopping it now. The avalanche broke and her orgasm thundered through her, spreading from between her thighs to her core and then out to the extremities. She called his name, cried out in pleasure and writhed violently in his grip.
All the stress of the day’s events, her worry that she wouldn’t be able to set things right, it all was washed from her in that moment, pushed aside for the time being by a pleasure that would only be surpassed when he entered her.
Rane didn’t stop, and her body responded. Seconds later, she cried out again, harder, more violently this time as he made her come a second time in a span of a minute or so. This time when it broke, she pushed his head away, clamping her thighs together, needing a moment to recover from what he’d inflicted on her.
But Rane wasn’t backing down. He climbed up onto the bed and held her legs high in the sky. The tip of his cock teased her entrance through her legs, and Natasha shuddered. She wasn’t ready. It was too much.
He entered her ever so slightly and she realized immediately she was wrong. It wasn’t enough. “More,” she begged, eyes wide as she watched him. “Please.”
Rane grinned and slid deeper, pushing her walls aside, forcing her to stretch to accommodate him. It was heavenly. Her body screamed at her, but she didn’t stop, pulling him deeper, inch by inch, claiming him all.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” The words tumbled from her, so crass and yet she didn’t care. “Take me.”
And he did. His hips thrust deep and she cried out his name. He pushed her legs aside and covered her mouth with his. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled tight. He thrust against that, and she welcomed him.
Her brain was turning to mush, her body on fire, and still Rane went on. If anything, he was building speed, his momentum increasing. Her breasts bounced and heaved as he slammed into her, shaking her body.
Natasha only wanted more. He sat back, reaching between her legs with his thumb, the other hand settling just below her throat. She liked the pressure there, enjoyed the risk and danger associated with it. Biting her lip, she grabbed at his wrist as he thrust, pulling his hand up to her neck.
His fingers stiffened, but he didn’t grab hard. Just enough for her to feel it, to know that he had her, that if he wanted to, he could.
That knowledge was enough. She went over the edge, her body shuddering hard in his grasp as he wrenched another orgasm from her battered, pleasured body.
“Your turn,” she said when breath returned to her.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. I want you to come for me,” she said, delighting at the way his face lit up when she said that.
“Say it again,” he moaned, thrusting harder, finally allowing himself to lose control.
It was hot, watching him use her for his own pleasure now, doing what he needed to do to climax. Natasha had never really experienced that before, and she was entranced, seeing his face tighten and his eyes close.
The rest of him was doing the same. His muscles were bulging hard as he thrust against her.
“Please, Rane,” she moaned, putting every ounce of seductiveness she felt into it, biting her lip, grabbing at one of her breasts with her own hand. Men loved to watch, she remembered.
Whatever she did, it worked.
“Oh, fuck, Natasha!” he roared, losing control.
She watched it all happen, loving every second of it. It was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen, and she could feel his pleasure as he climaxed. For her. He’d come for her.
That was another new sensation. A powerful one. Natasha bit her lip, realizing as Rane collapsed onto the bed next to her that she liked it. A lot.
The pair lay next to each other, recovering their breath and their wits. She sat up against the headboard, feeling the results of their lovemaking and allowing herself to linger in the memory for a moment longer.
“Well, that was something,” she said at last.
Rane nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that was fun. We should do it again sometime.”
Natasha pretended to think about it. “Well, okay. But—”
She never got to finish her sentence.
