s*x Chained

Never Let Go

Chapter 18

Chris started slow and easy, in and out with languid thrusts. He nestled against her breasts, kissed her brow, then worked down until he found her mouth once more. The insistence of his c**k, the power of his kiss -- all this magnificent cause and effect -- threw her in chaos. Nat worked toward fulfillment, to put an end to this growing, gnawing hunger; and the more Chris thrust, the more she responded like a wild animal. She tore him, pulled him, dragged her nails down his back. writhed and bucked beneath him. In turn, he yowled in delight and wretched away her arms to hold her down, then entwined his fingers with hers. This simple act made her heart ache with its tenderness.

When Chris began to wind down, he pressed his head in the curve of her neck and whispered to her. "I'm going to come, sweetheart, I can't hold back anymore."

Yes, yes! I am, too, sweetheart! When he arched and stiffened, Nat gave one last rub of her c**t against him. It was all she needed to rise to the top and plummet down in blessed relief. At the same time he quickly withdrew and climaxed on her stomach. The act stunned her at first, until she realized he had done it to protect her.

Rolling aside, Chris collapsed beside her. When he caught his breath again, he turned to her and watched as Nat scooped up some of his milky c*m and gingerly placed it on her tongue. She giggled with the taste and the sticky feel of his semen, and he laughed at her innocence.

"Come here," he commanded, then grabbed her and folded her in his arms. Nat nuzzled the side of his chest and tickled his n****e with a fingertip. He sighed in contentment.

"You are something, you know that?" he chuckled again. "You're cool then hot, over-the-top and then proper, afraid and then bold. I find you scary and extremely attractive at the same time. I can't read you all the time, and that makes you exciting."

No one had ever called her exciting. Boring, perhaps, even dull. No, she surmised, I always call myself those things. Now here was a gorgeous man who just admitted he found her exciting, even attractive; and her heart skidded out of control with that knowledge. Chris O'Connell was no longer that dream lover she had longed and waited for. He was real now, real and responsive to her desires. He was everything and more, almost like the mythical heroes of her romances, almost too good to be true. When Nat came back down to reality with a painful thump, she started to move away, but Chris wouldn't allow it. He had her in a tight hold, then pulled her closer still. He brought his mouth to her ear, nibbled on her lobe before he soothed her with whispered sentiments.

"Don't let go, not yet. I meant what I said. You're different, too. So different from the other women I know."

"I think you mean I'm an anomaly. Something attractive and exciting because I am so different. Yet I'm nothing more than a freak show. Something to gawk at and even pity."

His next, sharp words jarred her out of rubbing raw her self-inflicted wounds. "Stop it Nat! I don't want to hear any more of that. Have a pity party on your own time, not mine. I will reiterate for your benefit: I meant what I said."

With two fingers beneath her chin, Chris urged her head in his direction. He met Nat's gaze with a resolute look in his eyes. "What do you really want, Natalie Blanchard? Obviously you want something to fill a void in your life and you believe I might have the answer... or be the answer."

Her eyes clouded for a moment with a prick of tears, tears of confusion and self-doubt. "For the longest time I haven't aspired to anything more in my life than to be wanted. Even if it's just for a little while." Or even loved. She wanted so much to be loved by him.

With the pad of his thumb, Chris wiped away the moisture beneath her lashes. "You are wanted. Never forget that! You are wanted by so many people in so many ways."

"You're talking about work and all those assets you told me I have. Enough to get gold stars on my performance report, but that's not what I'm talking about. I need to be wanted physically, emotionally and romantically."

For a moment he said nothing but took in a long breath, let it out slowly as he carefully selected his words. "And you will be, Nat. There is a man out there who will love you unconditionally, who will always be there for you. So, you haven't found him yet. He'll come around; and like the old saying goes, he'll be there when you least expect it."

But I want you! she wanted to shout at him. I want you to be the one who stays around forever! Instead, Nat brushed away his hand and lowered her eyes. "You knew this was my first time, didn't you?"

"You told me. Well, not in so many words. You said you haven't known other men, and I assumed you never had relations with a man, and not just s*x. You haven't been kissed or embraced either, not properly at least, not the way you deserve to be."

"You're right, of course." Nat gazed into his handsome face. "Show me again, Chris, show me how to be kissed and touched properly."

Without another word, he pressed down on her eager lips while his fingers caressed her face. Their kiss multiplied into a lashing of mouths and the exploration of tongues. Nat's hands smoothed along his broad shoulders and the contours of his back while Chris pulled his light touch down her arms, to each breast, and then the curve of her hips. Bodies meshed so that where one left off the other took up to make a continual flow, a wave of limbs and flesh.

Nat closed her eyes to savor this wonderment, this miracle. The world around them became void once more, the only existence for them remained this intimate moment, which had no beginning and no ending. It would always be like this, just the two of them, with no interference to mar the celebration of their need and desire for one other. Nat imagined they were anywhere except in this vault, this prison of her making. They could be on an island to themselves with the sand and surf as their accompaniments, a room with dozens of candles and only a large four-poster bed twined with blue silk.

And so their world held no limits for them. Natalie stretched, allowed her arms to fly above her as Chris continued to caress her mouth and smooth her curves with such masterful hands. She knew she flew outside of herself, soared with such an euphoria that no angel could ever duplicate what she felt at this moment. Christian O'Connell was nothing less than a god, and Nat gladly and joyously bowed to him. He now showed her the way to transform herself from the shy neophyte to the complete woman she had always wanted to be.

Now, as she responded to the slow and smoldering touch of his lips upon hers, Nat repeated to herself what she knew would be her everlasting mantra: I love you, I love you, I love, Chris O'Connell, and I will never let you go!