Awakening (The Magic of the Black Forest Book 2)

by Macy Farmer

  “Natalia, if you’re afraid, I understand. I promise you I’m in control.”

  Frustrated, I rolled over to face him. My mind went blank as my eyes explored his gorgeous naked body. I removed the covers and threw myself onto him. “I’m not afraid of you, Bradley. I thought you didn’t want to. I thought you were going to try and just take care of me, like before we were married.”

  “Oh, I see. I promise you, Natalia, I plan on fulfilling both our needs tonight. Multiple times, if you’ll let me.” He palmed the nape of my neck. “I love you, Natalia.”

  Before I could tell him how much I loved him, he kissed me. His tongue gently massaged mine while one of his hands gripped my hip, and the fingers of the other slowly traced the length of my spine. Deepening our kiss, he rolled us around on the bed until he lay atop my body with hips between my thighs.

  In an agonizingly slow pace, Bradley left a trail of soft hot kisses along my chin, down the left side of my neck and chest, pausing on my left breast. Breathing heavily, my chest heaved up and down, anticipating his next move. Bradley flicked my peaked, hardened nipple, once, twice before engulfing it in his mouth, suckling. The chill of his lips sent goose bumps racing over my skin and my audible appreciative gasp filled the air. Switching left to right, he nibbled, nipped and tugged at my sensitive nipples. The salacious sensations had me moaning with ardor and wanting more.

  With the tips of my fingers caressing his back, I felt for the first time the smoothness of his skin. Along with the temperature and texture of his flesh, his muscular structure changed as well. My man felt brawny, lean and powerful. I wondered to myself what, if anything else, had changed.

  Hungering for the taste his delicious, scrumptious flavor again, my fingers intertwined in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. Our lips a mere inch apart, flaunting a flirty smile that promised to fulfill his every desire, my tongue slowly traced his bottom lip before diving into his mouth to swirl and dance with his tongue.

  My hands roamed, caressing his arms, shoulders and the length of his back, his muscles flexing and hardening under my touch. Cupping his firm, perfectly curved ass with my hands, I squeezed before digging my fingers into his granite flesh, pulling him towards me while lifting my hips upward, grinding against his hardness. Sexually, I’d never been this open with him before and was finding it difficult to keep my hands from exploring every inch of his sexy body.

  Leaning on his elbows, Bradley held up his weight, creating a gap between our bodies. To feel his body pressing against mine, skin to skin, I tried closing that gap by wrapping my arms securely around his back and pulling his body to mine.

  With his lips pressed against my ears, “My sweet, beautiful Natalia,” he breathed out, “I don’t want to crush you.”

  When Bradley whispered in my ear with the low seductive raspy voice, all rational thoughts disappeared, my heart raced and the only thing I wanted to feel him thrusting his shaft deep inside me.

  Wanting to feel his shaft in the palm of my hand, I slid my hand down between our bodies. The back of my right hand skimming his sculpted torso, I felt his body tremble from my touch. Softly, I ran the tip of my index finger up and down the length of his rigid cock. Wrapping my fingers around his engorged, pulsating shaft, I stroked up and down from the head to balls, squeezing tightly.

  His hips rocked forward, then back, moving in sync with my strokes. Groaning loudly in my ear, his breathing exhilarated, arousing me even more.

  Eager to feel his shaft buried deep inside my core, moisture seeped from my walls, dripping from my center.

  Growling softly in my ear, “If you keep doing that, I’ll be done before you’ve even started.”

  Feeling naughty, I giggled, refusing to stop. “Oh, I’ve started already,” I teased, trying to sound confident.

  Shifting and moving his body down mine, he slid his shaft out of my hands and from my reach. Whimpering, I tried desperately to get a hold of him again, wanting to finish what I started.

  Chuckling, he slowly traveled down my stomach, leaving a trail of soft wet kisses along the way. Circling my navel many times with his smooth, cold tongue drove me wild, and engulfed the center of my torso in flames. The fire spread, warmed me all over as his tongue and lips moved lower to my thighs.

  Separating my pussy lips wide open with his fingers, he slowly licked the length in between. Swirling his tongue around my clit, he slid one finger, then two, into my slick center and groaned, “You feel so good, Natalia.”

  My hips were rocking to the rhythm of his curled fingers that were moving in and out, stroking and caressing all the right sensitive spots. The incredibly delighted sensation of his sucking on my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue repeatedly with his tongue, pushed me closer and closer to the edge, making me lose all control. Crying out loud, I pleaded for more, and begged him not to stop.

  A low raspy growl caused a vibration that only fueled the flames. “So delicious,” he swooned.

  My fists clung to the bed sheet; the back of my head pressed against the pillow, my breathing grew heavier, my cries louder, filling the room.

  Each of his hands clutched the back of my knees, pushing my legs up and spreading them wider. Sliding his cold, solid, stone-like tongue inside my body had me responding unlike ever before. The ice-cold hardness had me bucking my hips. Releasing the sheet, with both hands I grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his head and held it there, enjoying the pleasures of his spearing tongue -- pushing in, pulling out -- and the tip stroking my sensitive spot.

  My outbursts were loud, demanding. Repeating over and over how much I liked it, how good it felt, that he was going to make me come. With his lips pressed against my pussy lips and his tongue up deep inside, a hungry, heated, passionate growl ripped from Bradley, pushing me over the edge. Pleasure erupted within me. Releasing his hair, my hands hit the bed. Gripping the sheet, I braced myself. While screaming, my hips instinctively thrust against his face as wave after wave of my orgasm crashed through me.

  Lapping and licking up my juices, he moaned before telling me how delicious I tasted. Lying there relishing the moment, my body trembled and hummed excitedly.

  Feeling his stomach pressed against mine, I opened my eyes. Up on his elbows, he stared down at me, gazing adoringly. Breathless and embarrassed by my reaction, I tried to turn away from him. With his right hand he held my chin gently, staring into my eyes.

  Smiling shyly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, I tried to catch my breath. “Sorry about that.” I giggled nervously, embarrassed.

  “Don’t ever apologize for that. Mrs. Jenkins, do you not know how sexy you are?” I shook my head, blushing even more. “Allowing yourself to speak to me so freely…” He kissed me lovingly, tenderly. “…Natalia, now I need to be with you, I want you more than ever.”

  Unlike mine, his self-control impressed me.

  Breathing hot and heavy on my neck, Bradley slowly pressed soft tender kisses from my shoulder to my ear and back again. “Natalia, you taste delicious,” he mumbled against my skin, his hands roaming freely over my body.

  How easily he aroused me… My body was once again responding to his erotic touch.

  Slipping his fingers between my lips, he whispered, “Mmm, you’re so wet and ready for me.”

  Staring into my eyes and telling me how much he loved me, he rubs the head of his cock over my clit a few times before pausing, pressing at my opening. Slowly entering, my body resists. He feels too big and instinctively I tried pulling away.

  Cupping my left cheek with his right hand, he caressed my lower lip with his thumb, “Relax, my love. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispered against my lips.

  Using his right hand, Bradley grabbed my left leg by the back of my knee and lifted it, spreading me wider while pushing his bulbous head inside. Sliding deeper, he groaned pleasurably, stretching the walls of my womanhood more and more. Slowly, and cautiously Bradley continued forward until his cock was fully sheathed. My thighs and pussy t
witched; a strangled whimper escaped me.

  Bradley’s right hand slid up the outside of my left thigh. As he released my leg I ran the sole of my foot down the side of his leg.

  “You’re so tight, Natalia,” he breathed out, his face buried in the hollow of my neck.

  Bradley started a rhythm, in and out, slowly at first. My hips, thrusting upwards, followed his lead. With every movement, I was grinding against his hips. Our pace quickened, and the fire raging in my lower belly was turning into an out of control blaze.

  With every thrust he buried his shaft deeper. My body was screaming and writhing under his. I wanted to cry out his name -- to tell him to go deeper, harder, that I wanted more. Unable to say what I wanted out loud, with a firm grip on both sides of his hips, I pulled him down into me again and again.

  Arching my back, I gave into my desires and needs. I cried out for him to go deeper… To go faster. Fulfilling my wishes, he quickened his pace to one that I couldn’t keep up with. Scratching and clawing at his back I tried to pull his body closer to mine.

  “Please, Bradley, hold me tighter!” Again, without skipping a beat, he fulfilled my request.

  The fire spread, engulfing my entire body in flames. Repeatedly, I cried out with pleasure. Reaching up, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his neck. The second my teeth made contact with his granite like skin I felt Bradley explode inside me. Moments later, I experienced the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had while screaming his name like he was a Greek god worthy of worshipping.

  Bradley thrust into me a few more times before completely pulling himself out. “Natalia…” My body shook uncontrollably as I fought to catch my breath. He kissed my neck tenderly as I covered my face with my hands and started to cry.

  He rolled himself off of me, “Natalia, my love, did I hurt you?” Gently, he tried pulling my hands away to see my face. To prevent him from doing so I rolled over and pressed my face against his chest while wrapping my arms tightly around his perfect body, molding ours together.

  Again, he tried pulling away so that he could look into my eyes, “Please, Natalia, tell me what I did.” His voice sounded full of worry and remorse.

  My voice trembled when I whispered, “You didn’t hurt me.” I began pulling him in even tighter.

  He sighed. “This is so frustrating!” His tone made me look at him. I knew then that he tricked me. Taking hold of my chin he stared intensely into my eyes. The tears slowing, I smiled.

  Shyly turning away, “That was unbelievable. Better than before. You made me cry again.”

  He let out a booming laugh that rattled the windows and shook the bed. Having never seen him so happy, I stared at him in awe.

  “If I could cry I would have the first time we made love, and every time there after. I love you, my beautiful wife.” Pulling me in closer and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, he sang me a new song, singing it beautifully.

  As I drifted off into dreamland, I purred, “I will always love you, Bradley.” The last thing I felt were his lips against my forehead.

  ***

  The next day we lay on the grass in our front yard, gazing up at the beautiful cerulean sky, relaxing. I was a bit embarrassed about yesterday’s sexcapade, we hadn’t really said much to one another. Although, we had the most beautiful night together, I was having difficulty getting over how I acted. I attacked him – literally -- and with every touch I wanted more. It was crazy… Insane!

  All morning I tried to see how he felt by trying to read his thoughts, but I failed miserably. Everybody else’s mind I could read, but not Bradley’s. It wasn’t fair. I really needed to know how he felt about last night. Too nervous to ask, I sat quietly, letting my mind run rampant. What if he didn’t like how I acted? What if he felt I acted immature, like a crazy woman?

  Ashamed and completely frustrated, I sat up before I crossed my arms over my knees, and buried my face in my arms, hiding my shame.

  “What’s the matter, my love?” Bradley must have sat up because I could feel his chilled breath, so close that I could almost taste the flavor.

  This time, refusing to cry, I was determined to be mature about it by just saying what I felt. When I lifted my head and our eyes met, all my courage and confidence disappeared.

  “Are you going to do that all day?” Using the back of his right hand he stroked my colorful left cheek. “I don’t mind, you know how I like it when you blush.”

  Having trouble with my words I started saying, “About last night…” all the while ripping the grass out by its roots.

  “Natalia, what has you so troubled that you’re ripping the grass out. You can’t even pull a blade of grass out of the ground without thanking it first.” Gently taking a hold of my chin again, he stared deeply into my eyes, holding my gaze for a few moments.

  “Natalia, you silly woman. I’m thrilled by the way our bodies responded to each other last night.” He kept his gaze locked as if to wait for me to silently respond.

  “Honestly, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m ready to pick you up and take you to our room to do it again.”

  I turned away, putting my chin back on my left arm, my right hand picking at my cast nervously. “I acted like an immature, inexperienced little girl who was unable to control herself last night. All I did was bark orders at you, telling you what I wanted.” I shook my head, trying to shake the horrid, embarrassing image out of my mind. Well part of it anyway. Placing his hand at the top of my head, he slid it downward, stroking my hair to my shoulder where he rested it.

  “I don’t know what to say to you except that what you just said isn’t true. None of it.” Between tender kisses, he spoke softly into my ear, “I’ve wanted you to express yourself to me since the first night I touched you intimately. The feeling was indescribable. I felt at one with you.

  “Before you responded in a way that… Well, I knew you enjoyed it. But last night it felt as though you wanted me, as if you couldn’t get enough of me. The way our bodies moved together. It was so erotic every time you showed and told me how you felt, I wanted -- no, I needed -- to fulfill all your desires.

  “Please, Natalia, please don’t take that away from me. It was such an incredible rush to know that it was my body, me, that made you feel that way. Natalia, I’ve never seen you look so sexy before. You are a beautiful woman. I’m so lucky that you said yes to me.”

  “Natalia…”

  “I love you,” he said while chuckling softly, his gleaming eyes gazing into mine.

  Narrowing my eyes playfully, “You know, now that I think about it, it is your fault. The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you say my name, I can’t help the way I react when you’re near. Even when we’re not together I can still hear and feel you, both here and here.” I touched my forehead then my heart. Suddenly my eyes widened, and I looked at him, I mean really looked at him! Pride radiated from him. While he watched me, he looked smug. I replayed the last few times when I heard him, not with my ears but with my mind.

  “Bradley, did you just say my name?”

  Whispering softly he replied, “Yes.” Laughter slipped out from between his lips. I jumped onto his lap, the cast making it a bit awkward, and stared intensely into his eyes, as if I was trying to hear what he was thinking. He just smiled.

  “You have always made me feel that way. I’ve never expressed myself like that because I was too worried about being in control, and trying to make sure that I was satisfying you. With everything that has happened over the last couple of days, fearing that any day now I could lose you forever, I wanted to give you all of me and I wanted to feel all of you.”

  We continued to stare lovingly at each other. “Hmm... I guess I did and more.” I pulled my eyes from his as an image formed in my head from our extremely intimate moment last night. I didn’t see it last night, clearly oblivious to my surroundings. Remembering how it felt, I almost forgot what I actually saw.

  I could see
Bradley now, unlike then. Love and devotion… Every time my body responded to his, he gave another piece of himself to me, totally in control. When I made my requests, they weren’t demands -- they were requests -- he looked… Relieved? It was as if he waited all his life to hear me say those words to him. He looked how I felt. He wanted me as much I wanted him. Blushing, I smiled shyly at him.

  “Beautiful.”

  I put my face right in front of his, our lips inches apart, “Bradley Jenkins, you tell me right now…” He chuckled and held me tighter. “Was it really you I heard after Cheryl knocked me out? I heard you. You were looking for me, asking me where I was.” A frown formed on his face making me wonder if he had seen what had happened to me. “No, please don’t tell me you saw what happened to me.”

  Stressed by the memory he said, “No. But I did feel your fear.”

  “You called me when Cheryl showed up at our house. You told Dave that ‘she’ was going to hurt me, for me not to let anyone in. How did you know?”

  “I’m not sure. I think it had something to do with changing over completely.” He shrugged his shoulders.

  I’m a horrible wife, how could I not ask about that?

  I took his glorious face into my hands and caringly said, “We didn’t get an opportunity to talk about that. Would you mind telling me what happened and how you’re feeling?”

  He smirked and took my hands holding them in his. “When I first got to Dave’s I was so nervous that I changed my mind. I kept saying that we didn’t know what his venom would do to me. How did we know it would change me completely?” Rubbing my hands with his thumbs, he paused.

  “Then Dave reminded me why I was doing it.” After briefly meeting my eyes, his concerned gaze returned to our hands. “To make it easier for me he asked Cheryl if she would mind stepping out of the room for a few moments. Of course she agreed. You know right before she left she said, ‘Remember, Brad, you’re doing this for the love of your life. The sooner you get started the sooner it will be over.’ She sounded sincere Natalia, like she cared about us.