Damon followed Natasha into their room. “Natasha, please don’t get ready for bed just yet,” she heard him say.
Natasha turned and looked at him, confused, and then sat down at the kitchenette table. She put her hands on her lap and crossed her ankles. Then she heard music in the background, and saw the flicker and dance of candle flames.
Was Damon being romantic?
Damon ran his hands through his hair, and she could tell he wanted to say something. However, she didn’t know what it was. As she sat there tensely, she only prayed it wasn’t going to be something nasty. They’d had a wonderful evening, she thought. The Murdochs had been happy. They had both hugged her. It had touched her heart when Barbie had whispered that she loved her. It was one of the reasons why she’d had to leave so soon. Seeing Damon pace the floor in front of her, she held her breath. She wasn’t sure if she could take whatever he was going to say.
Mr. Murdoch had winked at her and whispered, “He loves you.”
Perhaps if she started first, it would ease the tension?
*****
Damon did want to say something. He wanted to say a lot of things. He didn’t know if everything was okay, and whether he’d patched up his mistake.
“That was a lovely seminar today, and the meal was exceptional. I had a really good time. Thank you, Damon, for thinking of me and inviting me out,” Natasha said politely.
She’d let him hold her, and it felt real! He had to play this right. He really wanted to spend the night with her, and it didn’t matter in what way. Damon smiled at Natasha as he joined her at the table. He stayed standing while looking down on her. “No, thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve given me. If you hadn’t dumped that pie on me, I wouldn’t have spent that first evening learning about you. Nor would I have gotten the pleasure of being your first lover.” He paused to enjoy her rosy blushed cheeks. “Who’d have known having pie dumped on me was going to land me a virgin... But I’d gladly have it happen to me again!” Damon kidded, with a wink. This earned him a smile from Natasha. “I’m so very, very sorry about the note I wrote. It was ignorant of me, and I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He looked at her with the eyes of a desperate man, full of guilt.
He paced some more while running a hand through his hair, before he stopped and said, “I wasn’t thinking! I truly do hope you can forgive me for the note,” he finished with sincerity in his eyes. Sitting down at the table, he then collected her hands in his. He looked into her beautiful, innocent eyes to see whether she had forgiven him.
Natasha looked deeply at him, and then graciously commented, “I forgive you. You have changed a lot since I met you over a week ago, last Friday.” She giggled.
As they were sitting there holding hands, a romantic song came on the radio. It looked like Natasha had forgiven him, and she did just say so. But why was there was still so much tension? He wanted to say more, but didn’t want to go too far and put his foot in his mouth. This was new!
The sexual tension between them was so incredibly thick that Damon stood, coming around the table to face Natasha. He then extended his right hand in invitation for a dance. She soon slid her hand into his palm, and he slowly pulled Nat to her feet.
“Bella mia. You, my love, deserve a dance,” Damon said romantically in rich Italian, before moving some of the fallen wisps of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.
*****
Damon’s smooth words had won Natasha over. His kind gesture captured her heart. She walked with him to the spot in the living room where he wanted to dance. Even though they weren’t in front of the Murdochs, Damon was still calling her his love, and it warmed Nat’s heart.
Maybe she was right, and he had changed?
Damon had pretty much put her first during this entire weekend getaway, and he wasn’t being ignorant of people who were lesser off than he was. This was a whole new man: a man whom she was proud of, and someone she felt comfortable with.
Damon twirled Nat so she faced him, having her right arm slide past his elbow onto his firm, hard bicep. She enjoyed the heat and energy radiating off his strong, bulging shoulder. Her left hand was within his, and she smiled as she danced dreamily. He danced them around the floor of their suite. Damon was moving them in a cha-cha style dance. She quite enjoyed it.
Natasha looked at this sex driven man, who was very confident and powerful with his strides. Damon looked more desirable than she wanted to admit. They sleekly moved across the floor with good physical form and poise. Damon must have learned to dance at some point.
He was from Italian stock, and Natasha was very much enjoying this side to him. At the charity function last week, they had danced and it was to a fox trot. However, this dance was much more electrifying and intimate.
They were dancing and twirling all over the floor, before Damon slowly stopped. He started to just sway them from side to side, as Natasha rested her head in between his neck and shoulder. He pulled her in closer, even though she was pretty close to his hard muscular six-pack. She could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
It was beautiful!
Damon let go of Natasha’s left hand, which she then placed on his firm pectoral muscles. Damon lowered his right hand onto the curve of her waist. His left hand rested between Nat’s shoulder blades. They continued to sway.
If Damon had treated her this well on the morning after their first date, Nat would not have needed to be his fake girlfriend. She would have instead been his real girlfriend, and there would have been no need for ruses! She was in heaven, dancing this closely with him. She heard his heartbeat, and felt the sexual sparks bounce off him. It electrified Natasha that her pulse beat faster, and her desire raged.
*****
Damon closed his eyes; as they were swaying, it just felt right having Natasha in his arms. It was intimate and special. It was something he’d done back in private school at the school dances. The other girls would be up close to him, and resting their heads on his chest or shoulder. He would hold them tightly, enjoying the comfort. However, none had given him the feelings he was having with Natasha in his arms while they swayed.
Damon’s father’s mom, his Nonie, had taught him to dance at the young age of twelve. At first he rebelled until he saw his grandparents dancing together. He saw the love and passion they had for one another, and he wanted to feel that way with the first woman he’d given his heart to. Yet when he danced with her, it was not the same feeling he was getting while dancing with Natasha.
Damon’s Nonie later told him that with dance, he’d recognize his true love. There was something about the way Natasha moved alongside him...
Natasha moved fluidly with his strides, twirls, and steps. It was like a scene out of Havana Nights. Their bodies connected with the rhythm of the music. Holding Nat close to his heart, Damon placed gentle kisses from time to time on the top of her head. The fragrance of Natasha’s shampoo was enticing him. It was pulling him deeper and deeper into a forbidden world where nothing mattered but their desire for one another.
He didn’t want to stop moving when the song ended, but Natasha stopped and looked up at him while he looked down into her hungry eyes. Damon could see the sparkle and desire within her dreamy gaze. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.
Natasha soon pulled away from his embrace, confusing Damon. He hoped he hadn’t overstepped her boundaries or the ‘no sex’ rule. She then stepped in front of him, grabbing his face gently with both her hands before starting to kiss him. Her take charge approach caught Damon off guard. However, he shouldn’t be so surprised...on their first night together, Natasha had made the first move, and he had just gone with the flow. He didn’t want to upset her since her ‘no sex’ rule was still in place. She hadn’t seemed upset last night, but he still wanted to leave the first moves up to her.
He placed his right arm around Natasha, bringing her body tightly up against his. Then he kissed Nat back with every yearning Damon had restrained since the minute he’d picked her up at her house. Damon wanted more, so very much more. Natasha had taken her right hand and was running it repeatedly through his hair, encouraging him. He wanted her dress off, right now! With his left hand, he slid her right shoulder strap off her silky shoulder, exposing a hardened nipple. Damon spoke rapidly in beautiful, sexy Italian before growling in the back of his throat.
“I want you so badly!” Natasha demanded in a husky breath.
Damon ripped at his tie, removing it from his neck. Then turning Natasha quickly around, he undid her zipper, only to have her twirl back around to face him. She was tempting him to lose control, and he wouldn’t! There had been so much sexual tension between them that they had both been linked in one another’s arms this morning. Damon wanted to slowly enjoy every inch of Natasha’s body.
Reclaiming her mouth, Damon kissed Nat like there was no tomorrow. Natasha was unbuttoning his shirt and he felt the sensation on his skin. He massaged her breasts before puckering her nipples hard. She started to play with the matted chest hair covering his hard pectoral muscles, making it easier for Damon to kiss her earlobes and neck.
He unclipped Natasha’s hair; it fell to her shoulders. Damon was in heaven with this beautiful angel. He ran his hand through her glorious locks while Natasha started to unzip his slacks before sliding her hand into his pants. They stood there in the living room of their luxurious suite, making out like teenagers.
He finished discarding his dress shirt before slipping out of his slacks. This left him only wearing boxers. Natasha looked at him with admiration and a devious smile.
Oh, she was bad!
“If you don’t take that dress off NOW, I’ll remove it myself, and you’ll never wear it again!” Damon voiced impatiently.
Natasha blushed. He loved it when she blushed. Then she walked toward the master suite, sliding the left shoulder strap off her silky shoulder. As she slowly, very slowly and seductively, walked into the room, the evening dress slid down her body ever so enticingly. Natasha was only wearing a matching thong. She didn’t even have a bra on. Damon’s erection became as hard as steel.
He growled at the back of his throat, and marched in the direction Natasha headed. “Bella mia, you’d better not be playing, because I’ve waited a long time for this!” Damon roared, fully turned on.
Natasha had stopped at the foot of the bed. Her back facing him, while her right arm was resting on the nearest post of the king-sized bed. Her body looked elegant and toned as she positioned herself accordingly. Natasha so-knew what she was doing. And it was driving him nuts!
With the carpet drowning out the sound of his footsteps, Damon was up against her bared back. He took his right arm and placed it up against her right hand on the post. He then placed his left hand on her soft, silky left shoulder. Pressing his body up against her, his erection in line with her tight curvy bottom, he started to kiss Nat’s right shoulder. As Damon slid his left hand to her breast, he placed gentle kisses on her shoulder. He heard Natasha’s breath catch as he held her right wrist against the post.
Suddenly, Damon twirled her with their right hands, and she was up against his hard chest, facing him. The look in her eyes said she was satisfied so far, and clearly craving more. With his knee, Damon pushed his leg between her legs, and Natasha’s eyes lit up. The sparkle in her beautiful, dancing eyes drove him to start kissing her fervently.
Natasha had other things in mind, as her kisses became aggressive. She had placed a hand on his erection, and started to stroke him while holding on tightly. Damon was struggling to continue with his kisses, and the ability to control his pace. He just wanted her so badly! It had been a long week for him!
Gently pushing her shoulders so Natasha would fall back onto the mattress, Damon stepped out of his briefs. He raised his brow sexily, and winked. She didn’t fall onto the bed, but instead moved further up.
Natasha smiled, and went to remove her thong when Damon caught her hand. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to do that,” he requested debonairly.
With an intrigued facial expression, Nat pulled on his hand that held hers, and he fell on top of her as they both fell on top of the bed. She giggled, letting him know she’d persuaded him. Damon went to one nipple, and started pulling on it gently with his teeth, then switching to the other nipple. She ran a hand through his hair before caressing his neck, then she ran her nails gingerly over his back.
As he was kissing and suckling on her breasts and stomach, Nat was still stroking his smooth satin length. Damon moved his body so he could kiss her bellybutton, and use his tongue to play with her belly ring. Natasha was unable to continue stroking Damon, and had started to run her hands through his hair and over his shoulders again. This time she occasionally dug into the flesh of his back with her nails.
Damon was at her bikini line, and grabbed the side of her thong with his teeth and slowly started to remove it from her pelvis. Then he suddenly pulled it off Natasha’s body with his hands, earning him an excited moan from her. With his one hand, Damon went to her treasured core and ran a finger between the folds. Natasha was wet and hot. Slowly entering into the folds with a couple fingers, he went deeper and deeper inside her soft cushions, enjoying every moan she made.
Damon kissed up her body to her stomach, and changed his finger penetrations from slow to fast. Natasha caught a hold of his hair just as he felt her inner plush muscles squeeze around his fingers. Covering her moans with his lips, he returned to kissing her passionately.
“No more foreplay!” Natasha growled heatedly as she was trying to flip them so she could be on top.
Damon playfully glared at her. Reaching for a condom, he quickly slid it on, then put the head of his penis at the door to her hot, wet, and slick core. As Natasha was still under him, she thrust her hips up, trying to have him slide into her warmth. Damon grabbed her wrists, placing them beside her shoulders. He slowly plunged into her core, centimeter by centimeter. “Look at me, Nat,” he growled.
Natasha looked at him. He could see her desire, and the need for him to fuck her like no other. While Damon entered her slowly, feeling the last effects of the orgasm he’d given her with his finger tease. It was killing him to have to go slowly. He just wanted to be as one with her! Damon reclaimed her mouth, and started pumping inside her a little faster. Feeling Natasha relax her arms, he released his hold on her wrists. He sat up so he was straddling her as she lay gracefully on the bed, while distorting her face in blissful climax.
Suddenly, without warning or care, Damon plunged deeply and quickly into her. Natasha arched her back and moaned, almost screaming in pleasure. He massaged and played with her nipples while riding her harder and faster, penetrating her core. Damon felt her muscles tighten around him, as she was experiencing another release.
He wouldn’t lose it, not now!
*****
Natasha couldn’t think of anything better than what she wanted right now. And that was for Damon to make love to her like there was no tomorrow. As he changed his penetration from slow to fast, she felt another release. Damon wanted her to keep her eyes open, but when he made her orgasm, it was so exhilarating that she instinctively closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. Natasha felt like she was on another planet: it was one made of pure heaven, where it was colorful, and musical.
Natasha sat up a bit, and Damon was so much deeper inside her that it almost hurt. Yet, she experienced another rapid orgasm. Moving her hips in sync with his, Nat felt her muscles getting ready to squeeze his strong length. Damon kept pumping inside her, and Natasha didn’t know she could climax so many times.
Gripping his broad shoulders with her right hand while holding onto his hip with her left hand, they moved together. Feeling the onset of another climax, Nat dug into his shoulder with her nails and distorted her face in ecstasy.
“That’s it, love, let it go,” Damon coached.
He changed positions so Natasha was back on her back again, and Damon could ride her like a stallion does to a mare. With grace and rhythm, Damon moved his hips perfectly causing Nat to lose hold on reality. She floated off to heaven as her body gave into its need to be truly fulfilled. Moaning and digging her nails into the flesh of his back, she felt the explosion of her own desires. She also felt Damon’s deeper penetrations before he released his orgasm. With their heavy breathing and fast heartbeats, Damon lowered his body over hers, kissing her neck. They were still joined together.
Natasha had never felt any more at peace than she did right now. Wrapping her arms around Damon, she felt as one with him. While resting, she tried to slow her heartbeat and breathing. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want the night to end.
Her heart felt full and warm.