“No, it’s nothing like that,” she said shaking her head. “I love you to the end of the world and back,” she said cupping his face in her hands.
“Then what is it? Don’t you want me to marry you?” Mitchell asked looking at her. “Because it sounds like you don’t want to marry me,” he said as he pulled another seat to sit next to her.
“Mitchell, I’m just surprised that’s all,” she finally said looking at him. “You have to understand that this is something never thought would ever happen to me,” she said.
“Why would you think that?” Mitchell asked looking at her.
“Because, in my entire family no one has ever, ever gotten married,” she answered. “At least not in the last two generations,” she added laughing.
Mitchell gave her a confused look as he placed the velvet case on the table. “Okay, you lost me,” he said looking at her. Natasha took a long deep breath and looked at him.
“My nan’s ma is the last person I know who got married and even that ended badly. Marriage has never been a big thing to me because…well, I don’t see the big deal in getting a piece of paper to prove that I love you,” she explained. Mitch looked at her still confused.
“So you think just because the marriages in your family didn’t work out that ours will be the same? That I’ll leave you?” he asked looking into her eyes.
“I didn’t say that,” she said looking at him. “All I mean is that marriage changes people, most times for the worse,” she said looking at him.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked looking at her, not believing her ears. “Do you really think I would do…whatever those other guys did,” he asked as he felt a cold sweat breaking on his forehead. Natasha looked at her and sighed for the millionth time.
“It’s nothing like that,” she said walking towards her. “I just…I don’t feel ready,” she said in a low voice.
“For what?” he asked angrily. “What could you possibly not be ready for?” he asked again. Natasha looked at him. He was clearly not understanding the reason for her not saying yes to his proposal.
“Baby, I love being with you,” she said looking at him. “I am ready to make that lifetime commitment to you. Just not right now,” she added looking into his eyes.
“Let me get this right,” he said leaning back in his seat. “Are you saying that you are not saying no but you do not want to marry me?” he asked looking at her. Natasha nodded and stood up before slowly walking to where he was.
“No, you are getting it all wrong,” she said burying her face in her hands. “I do want to marry you, really I do but I just think it’s a bit early,” she added. He looked at her and sighed.
“I love you Mitchell Schmidt but let’s take this one day at a time, okay?” she asked looking into his eyes.
“So, am I just supposed to sit and wait for you to make up your mind?” he asked looking at her. He was having a hard time understanding what exactly she wanted from the relationship. Was she in it for fun? Was he just another guy in the Natasha Black male spree or was she actually serious with him. He looked at her questioningly, his patience gradually reaching its limits. “What exactly are you saying, Natasha?” he asked again.
Natasha took a deep breath and sighed. “I have already made up my mind but I don’t think I can say yes right now,” she said sounding desperate the more she tried to explain herself to him. “I do want to be with you Mitchell,” she said. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she added closing her eyes. She felt Mitchell’s arms around her.
“How long do I have to wait?” he asked.
“As I said, we can’t rush it babe,” she said. “Let’s just focus on what we have,” she said resting her forehead on his.
“But…” Mitchell started before Natasha interrupted her with a kiss. “Tasha…” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. He slowly kissed her, savoring every moment as he walked her to the couch. “We really need to talk about this,” he said in between kisses. She pulled away and took his hands then slowly placed them on her chest. He involuntarily felt on her perfect mounds as she put her hands on his chest.
“Right now?’ she asked as she slowly undid his shirt buttons. Mitchell took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his neck. Her lips slowly trailed kisses from his chin, up his neck and then slowly to his earlobe. He felt a shiver go through his body when she slowly used her tongue to caress his earlobe. He moaned softly as Natasha slowly sucked on his lobe, his cock increasingly getting harder against her ass, slowly pressing on her soft ass.
Right then he didn’t care whether she had just said yes or no. All he knew was that he wanted her, that she had said she still loved him. He pulled away from her and looked at her. He marveled at her perfect body underneath the strapless maxi dress she had on. He stood up and took her hand, leading her to the couch. Natasha noticed the trail of rose petals leading towards the bedroom and felt a tightness in her throat, she had let him down. She suddenly stopped and tugged on Mitchell’s hand just as they approached the couch. “What?” he asked looking at her.
“I am sorry,” she said as a tear threatened to roll down her cheek.
“I know,” Mitchell said looking into her eyes. “But I really don’t want to talk about that right now,” he said pulling her close. He cradled her in his arms and kissed her passionately, almost too passionately if it were up to Natasha.
“But I do love you, Mitch,” she said in between kisses. “More than you would ever imagine,” she added as Mitchell sat down on the couch. She straddled him and undid the last two buttons on his shirt. She slowly brought her lips back to his and engaged him in a long kiss as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt.
“Yeah baby,” he moaned as he felt her lips take in one of his pecks. She slowly twirled her tongue on his hardened peck as her other hand slowly caressed his neck with her flicking fingertips. She pulled away from one peck and Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief but his reprieve was short lived as she quickly began twirling her tongue over his other peck. “Tash….fuck,” he moaned as she trailed her tongue down his navel to his abs. She then stood up and looked at him, looking back at her confused.
The slow music that he had previously started was already in tune with the mood she had already set. She swayed her hips slowly as she slipped two fingers underneath the top of her strapless dress. She could almost see him get harder as she pushed the dress off to expose her full breasts in her black strapless bra. He looked at her and smiled as she slowly caressed her full breasts. She continued doing a slow, sexy routine as she wriggled out of the dress.
His eyes traveled up her long legs to her well rounded ass and finally to her pussy. She stepped out of the dress and posed for him. He smiled as he slowly undid his belt buckle. He was about to stand when she placed her foot on his thigh, keeping him down. He gasped when she pulled his belt off the loops of his pants. She went down on her knees and quickly pulled down his pants. She smiled up at him when she saw the bulging hardness in his boxer shorts.
“Someone’s happy to see you,” Mitchell said in a low voice as she pulled down his boxers. She smiled and positioned herself in between his knees.
“He is about to get a whole lot happier,” she said in a low whisper as she took his head into her mouth. Mitchell felt a shiver go through his body as she slowly kissed the head of his knob, slowly sucking on it. He threw his head back when she began to lower her mouth on his length, slowly letting him get deep inside her mouth. He struggled not to hold her head as she continued bobbing her head up and down his long cock. He was actually surprised this was happening. In the one year they had been together, this was the first time he was on the receiving end of oral sex. His heart rate was increasing rapidly as she let her tongue ran along the end of his length. She looked up at him as she twirled her tongue on his head, slowly licking the oozing precum.
“Tasha…I can’t take it much longer,” he whispered as she sucked him long and hard. It was as if what
he had just said made her even more excited. Instead of slowing down, her sucking intensified as Mitchell held on to the edges of the couch. His moans were getting louder as she felt him grow rigid inside her mouth. Thankfully, she pulled him from her hot mouth and slowly stroked him. He could feel her writhing at his feet as she struggled to take off her panties. She stood up and unhooked her bra letting her tits bounce free. She knelt between his legs again and held his cock captive between her tits. He moaned loudly as she began rubbing her firm breasts against the sides of his cock. “What has got into her today?’ he wondered as she watched the expression on his face. “First the blow job and now a tit job…” his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden move of Natasha’s head, her tongue repeatedly making contact with the head of his hard cock.
“Baby…” Mitchell moaned as Natasha finally stood up. She looked at him and then straddled him again. She slowly wriggled her hips, making his cock rub against her wet pussy. “Tasha…baby that’s really good,” he said again when he felt himself slip into her wet pussy.
“I know baby,” she said as she slowly began to raise herself on and off his cock. Mitchell felt like he wanted to die. He held her hips and began raising his hips, he needed more. He wanted more. But for some reason, she couldn’t let him have her that way. Mitchell sighed in desperation. Why would this woman tease her like this? He gasped and moaned as she fucked him slow, raising her hips on and off him. She placed her hands on his and raised them above his head. “You know that I love you, right, Mitch?” she asked as she fucked him.
“Yeah, baby…I know that…” he said gasping for breath. For some reason, the slow fucking was really driving him over the edge. “I love you too,” he added as she slowly picked up her pace.
“Don’t ever forget that,” she said before she kissed him, a long passionate kiss. Mitchell tried to bring his hands down, but he couldn’t. She had pinned his hands hard above his head and was now fucking him hard, relentlessly as if she was under some kind of spell. She moaned loudly as she ground her hips against his, forcing his cock further inside her wetness. She heard his sounds graduate from moans to loud grunts as her firm ass cheeks slammed against his thighs.
“Tasha…!” he moaned out loud as he felt himself coming closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum, baby,’ he managed to say as she ground her hips harder on him. She rose her hips pulling her pussy away from his hard cock. He looked up at her in disappointment panting. “Why would you do that?” he asked smiling up at a heaving Natasha. She smiled back as she climbed down from his thighs.
“Not yet,” she said as she turned away from him, her firm buttocks facing him. She slowly brought her hips down to sit on his hard cock. He placed her hands on her hips and closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure of the moment. The mere feeling of his cock buried balls deep in her hot, wet pussy made him shudder. “Give it to me Mitchell Schmidt,” she said in a sexy whisper. Mitchell needed no second bidding. He suddenly began raising his hips, sinking further inside her pussy. She began screaming loudly as he bounced her on and off his cock. She felt her pussy make squelching sounds as she fucked her harder, faster….or was he the one doing the fucking? Mitchell did not care. All he knew was that at that moment he was balls deep inside the woman of his dreams, the woman he would one day make his wife, the woman who would bear his children.
“Baby, I love you!” she screamed as she felt his cock spasm inside her, depositing gallons of his cum inside her waiting pussy. The force of his pulsating cock made her own pussy get wetter as she succumbed to her own powerful orgasm ripping through her. She leaned against his shoulder as he slowly pushed himself in and out of her slowly as his cock gradually grew limp. “Babe…” she moaned as she felt his cock slipping out of her drained pussy. She felt hot liquid drain out of her as she collapsed on the seat. He lay next to her in a spooning position and held her close.
She felt him drifting off to sleep as he mumbled his love for her, slowly kissing her at the back of the neck. She took a deep long breath as she settled into his arms. What was she going to do? She felt more confused than a fat kid with cake. She slowly turned so as not to wake Mitchell and faced him. Her hand slowly cupped her face and caressed his perfect facial features.
“You really going to screw this up, Tasha you stupid, stupid girl,” she thought as she looked at him. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“I love you so much Mitchell,” she said in a low voice. She didn’t care whether he was awake or not, whether he heard her or not. “If only you knew just how much you meant to me,” she said again still looking at him. She did not know what exactly she was expected to do after this. All she wanted was have a long chat with Rita, just get all these off her chest. She planted a kiss on his forehead and was surprised when Mitchell wrapped an arm around her. “You awake,” she said in a whisper. Her thigh moved closer to his crotch. She smiled up at him. “And I think someone is ready for round two,” she said giving him a long kiss.
“What has gotten into you today?” he asked as she kissed him down his abs, getting dangerously close to his navel. She looked up at him as her body hovered over him, her hardening nipples brushing against his skin.
“Is me being horny a problem for you, Mitchell Schmidt?” she asked looking at him. “Can’t you handle it?” she asked again as she went down on him. Mitchell felt himself suddenly get harder. He pulled her up and flipped her over so that she was under him. He looked down at her and smiled as he aligned his cock with her pussy. Whether she had said yes or no did not matter. She was doing an excellent job of making it up to him and he was loving every minute of it.
Chapter 4
When Natasha’s eyelids fluttered open on Thursday morning, she sighed and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
“Why isn’t today a holiday or a weekend?” she wondered as she stared out her apartment window. Today would mark the sixth day, almost a week since Mitchell dropped the proposal bombshell on her, and ever since that day, avoiding him was at the top of her to-do list.
The first two days were easy since Mitchell had a closed door meeting with investors but the rest of the week had simply been brutal. When she wasn’t ducking under her desk, she was busy leaving the office early just so she would not have to face him. She hated herself for doing this. She actually didn’t remember the last time she felt so guilty. The thought of looking into Mitchell’s brown eyes, seeing the pain on his face and knowing that she was the one who had caused it was just too much for her.
Her phone suddenly buzzed loudly, the loud ringing piercing the silence that had been prominently present in her room. Without even looking at her phone, she knew it was him. She reached over to the bedside table and picked it up before taking a long deep breath.
Where you at? I miss you. Nowadays finding an honest politician is actually easier than actually getting you.
She smiled as she sat up on the bed.
I miss you too. So much…you have no idea. I just woke up. Where you at?
She hit send and threw the phone on the bed unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, her phone rang loudly. “Isn’t he satisfied with a single text? Clingy bastard,” she thought as she picked the phone up. She felt a pang of guilt when she saw that it was her dad on her caller ID.
“Hey daddy,” she said leaning back.
“She lives!” her father Eric said excitedly. Natasha felt even guiltier at this moment. Lost in her own little, stupid world trying to get away from Mitchell as much as she possibly could, she had forgotten all about the other people in her life who mattered to her. Like her dad and Nan and Rita…
“I am sorry I’ve been so distant,”she said. “It’s just work and a whole lot of other stuff,” she added as she twirled one of her curly locks around her finger,
“It’s the ‘stuff’ that makes me worried about you, princess,” Eric said. Natasha could almost immediately guess that he had put up finger quotes when he said stuff.
; “I am fine daddy. No biggie,” she said dismissively.
“Really?” Eric asked. “Is this something you would want to talk to me about?” he asked. Natasha suddenly felt a panic go through her body. Did she really want to tell her dad about Mitchell or was it still too early. What if she could never actually say yes? Would her father be disappointed in her? “Are you still there?” Eric asked when Natasha got a bit too silent.
“I think I would want to talk, daddy,” she said in a soft voice. “But just not right away. There is too much on my plate right now,” she added quickly. She heard her father sigh on the other end of the phone.
“Okay, but you know that I am always here when you need me right?” he asked. Natasha suddenly felt another wave of guilt. She wanted to cry or for a bus t run over her or better still, for the ground to open up and swallow her.
“I know daddy,” she said.
“And our Sunday father daughter breakfast culture is seriously severed,” he said feigning a sob. Natasha laughed.
“This Sunday, we have a date,” she said.
“Written ins tone?” Eric asked hopefully.
“Yes daddy. Even Moses couldn’t break it,” Natasha said before laughing heartily. Eric went silent for a while.
“I don’t get it,” he said finally. Natasha sighed.
“Come on dad,” she whined. “Moses, the ten commandments engraved on the stone tablets?” she asked waiting for a word or sound of confirmation.
“Yeah, I know Moses and the ten commandments. What does he have to do with Sunday’s breakfast?” Eric asked.
“Daddy! He broke the tablets at some point. Smashed them right on the ground,” she said wishing her father was right in front of her so she could punch him or something.
“Ah,” Eric finally said. “That’s a bit far fetched, don’t you think?” he asked. Natasha almost screamed.
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