You Are My Love: Breathless Book 2

by Samantha Wolfe

  "As tempting as that sounds, Natalie, I have other plans for you tonight." His mouth twisted wickedly, and I became suspicious.

  "This isn't some more of your delayed gratification insanity is it?"

  "Maybe." He shrugged. "What if I promise it will be worth it?"

  "I'm withholding my opinion until I know what these plans entail, David Mazur." I gave him a mock glare.

  "Did you bring a skirt like I asked you?" He smoothly changed the subject, distracting me with his lips as they brushed teasingly against my earlobe. He texted me at work this afternoon asking me to pack a long skirt for the weekend. I hadn't questioned him at the time, but I should have known he suggested it for a reason.

  "Yes," I answered breathily.

  "Good," he said in a deep rumble. "I want you to put it on, so I can take you to dinner tonight."

  "Dinner?" I asked in surprise.

  "You can call it foreplay, if you like."

  I pursed my lips and gave him a hard stare. "What are you up to?"

  "Come on," he said matter-of-factly as he stepped back and took my hand. "Let's go get dressed." He tried to pull me along with him, but I held my ground.

  "I'd rather get undressed," I grumbled as I glared at him.

  An amused smile spread across his face. He stepped up close to me again and reached up to grab the hair at the back of my head roughly. "Trust me, sweetheart. It'll be worth it. You'll see." His voice was smooth and unbelievably sexy. He kissed me hard and deeply, wrapping his tongue around mine and sucking it into his mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, I was left breathless and lightheaded.

  "Okay," I whispered, unable to do anything but agree at this point. He led me to his room with a devastating grin on his face that made me want him even more.

  A little while later, I came out to the living room to find David waiting for me in navy slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a navy patterned tie. He looked incredible.

  "Wow," I breathed out as he smiled at me. His blue eyes were luminous as he looked me up and down.

  "Wow, yourself." He bit his lower lip as he looked at me. It made me feel feminine and powerful. I was wearing a tight black v-neck sweater, and a long black and white patterned maxi skirt, paired with tall black suede boots. I walked toward him, swaying my hips for his benefit, until I stopped right in front of him.

  He unexpectedly knelt down in front of me and slid his hands up under my skirt.

  "Hey!" I blurted out as I tried to bat him away. "What are you doing? You said we had to wait."

  He looked up a me with an arched brow. "I never said that I had to wait."

  "That's not fair," I grumbled at him.

  "Trust me, Natalie," he held my gaze firmly, his eyes almost pleading. "Everything I have planned tonight is for your pleasure as much as mine. Please. I need this."

  I framed his face between my hands, caressing his lips with my thumb. I realized that this was about more than just sex, it was about David feeling out of control over his life and needing to take some of that control back. I was more than willing to give it to him if it made him feel better. Deep down, I had to admit I craved his dominance over my body. It fueled a fire inside me that I never knew I had until him.

  "I trust you completely, David," I said sincerely and when his hands slid up the bare skin of my thighs, I didn't stop him. When his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, I didn't stop him either. His eyes turned midnight blue with arousal as he slowly pulled them down over my hips and down my legs. I put a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. He wadded them up in his hand.

  "No panties tonight, sweetheart," he growled up at me. "I want you to go out tonight knowing that you're bare for me. That I could touch you there anytime I like. That all I have to do is lift your skirt, and I could fuck you."

  An involuntary shiver ran through me. "David," I moaned out his name in a needy voice. He slid his right hand up my inner thigh and brushed his fingers over my sex, ghosting teasingly across my already swollen clit.

  "This is mine, and I can have it anytime time I like, right Natalie?" His voice was hoarse and demanding, and so very hot.

  "Y...yes, David," I whispered. His eyes hardened expectantly. "I mean, yes, sir."

  "Good girl," he growled out as he pulled his hand from under my skirt. I sighed in disappointment, which made him smile devilishly. He stood and pulled me in tight against his body. "Patience, sweetheart." I could feel his arousal against my pelvis, and it made me feel a little better that he was torturing both of us, and not just me. He took a step back and gave me an evil smile as he put my panties in his right pants pocket. "You can have these back later."

  David turned and went to the closet to grab our coats. He held mine up to help me into it in a chivalrous gesture that amused me. He took my hand, led me out to his Audi, and helped me in. He backed out of the driveway and placed his hand on my thigh as he drove us down the street. David didn't say a word all the way to dinner. He rubbed soft circles on my leg, his hand slowly, and almost imperceptibly, inching higher up my skirt covered thigh until his fingers caressed the fabric just below my aching core. It was maddening and wonderful as he came teasingly close again and again, but never actually touched me where I needed it most.

  At one point, I whined in frustration and shifted my hips to get his fingers where I wanted them. He pulled his hand away and arched a brow at me, his face stern and serious. I stilled and a few moments later he placed his hand back on my leg, his fingers continuing their merciless taunting. By the time we made it to the restaurant, I was a jangling bundle of sexual frustration. I was beginning to wonder if I might spontaneously combust before we made it into the building.

  David had taken me to the best steakhouse in town, and we were seated in a corner booth in the back of the restaurant. The seat stretched in a U around the table, and David and I ended up sitting next to each other. He placed his hand on my thigh again once we were settled. When the waiter approached us, David ordered us some wine. Then he leaned in close to my ear and finally spoke.

  "You look absolutely beautiful tonight," he whispered. His fingers began slowly pulling the fabric of my skirt up. I couldn't stop my gasp as his fingertips finally made it to the bare skin of my inner thigh. I was thankful there was a table cloth hiding what he was doing from view. "Shh." His breath tickled past my ear. "You don't want anyone to know what I'm doing, do you?"

  I shook my head as his hand glided further up my leg until the tips of his fingers caressed the soft skin between my thigh and my sex. I felt my insides clench and start to ache with need. "David," I whimpered. "Please."

  "Do you want me to touch you right now, in a room full of people who might see?" His voice was like molten sex. At this point, I'd agree to almost anything to have him touch me.

  "Please, please, sir," I whined desperately. His eyes turned black with desire.

  "Can you be quiet, sweetheart?" he asked in a deep growl. "I don't want to have to punish you later."

  I sighed. I imagined his punishment wouldn't be much of a hardship, and I'd probably like it, but I wanted to please him. "Yes, yes, please." I felt frantic now as his fingertips continued caressing me inches from where I really needed him to touch me.

  Suddenly, one of his fingers was delving into me shallowly, teasing me again. "You're so wet, Natalie." His voice was low and seductive, and it made me clench around his finger. He growled deep in his throat. "You are such a bad girl, letting me touch you in a room full of people. You like it, don't you?"

  "Y...yes," I whispered.

  Just then the waiter returned with our wine and to take our order. I expected David to stop at that point, but incredulously he started pumping his finger in and out of me slowly. He ordered for both of us, his voice even and calm, in stark contrast to the storm of desire that was in his tone a moment ago. I had no idea what he ordered for me as I concentrated all my effort into holding still and keeping my face blank. I would be mortified if the waiter knew what was happ
ening under the table. Of course, that possibility wasn't enough for me to make him stop.

  When the waiter walked away I let out a breath of relief that was short-lived as David added a second finger and thrust both deeply inside me. I gasped again with a small whimper that earned me a sharp warning glare from David.

  "Should we see how many times I can almost make you come before our entrees arrive?" he murmured in my ear, his breath a warm caress.

  "What?!" I blurted out in surprise. A few people at nearby tables glanced our way at my outburst.

  "Quiet," he snapped in a low tone, but his mouth twisted in amusement. The evil bastard was enjoying himself entirely too much. I glared at him, which earned me an arched brow and narrowed eyes. He lifted his wine glass and took a leisurely sip, before looking at me again.

  "If you're good you can come on my cock all you want later, but if you come before that, then not at all." He gave me a hard look. "It's your choice."

  "Bastard," I grumbled under my breath as I glared at him.

  "Maybe you won't come at all, and I'll turn your sweet ass red when we get home," he growled out as he pulled his fingers out of me. I was instantly bereft, and a low keening whine escaped my lips at his threat. As tempting as having him spank me was, I wanted to come on his cock more.

  "I'll be good," I whimpered quietly. "I promise."

  "Good girl," he said in a smooth sexy voice as he moved his hand up my skirt again. However, this time he went straight for my clit, immediately rubbing firm circles over it and instantly taking me to the brink of release. I gasped in a gulp of air and gripped the edge of the seat, trying to keep from coming. Just as I thought I was going to tip over the edge, David eased off, and I could catch my breath. "Very nice, Natalie," he crooned in approval. "Such a good, good girl."

  David brought me to the edge of orgasm again and again, each time taking less time than the last. I have no idea how I kept quiet and squirmed as little as I did, but it was sheer relief when our salads arrived. I waited for him to stop, but he merely smirked and leaned in close.

  "I said when our entrees arrived, not the salads, sweetheart." His eyes glittered with amusement. It was all I could do not to call him a bastard again, but I did glare at him. He winked and began eating his salad, but his fingers never stopped moving on my clit. "Eat your salad." He nodded at my plate.

  Amazingly, the salad was a decent distraction from his ministrations. Although, I did drop some of it off my fork a few times when I almost lost it more than once. Fortunately, David knew my body well, and he backed off quickly when I was struggling for control.

  And so began the most amazing, tortuous wait of my life. By the time the entrees finally did show up, I was a hot and bothered mess, and I couldn't have told you what my salad tasted like. David let me eat my dinner in peace, but his heated glances kept me on the edge through the rest of the meal. I could see the tension in his body, and I knew he was worked up just as much as I was now.

  When the waiter took our plates and asked about dessert, David thankfully turned him down and handed the waiter his debit card without waiting for the check. The guy must have picked up on David's haste and quickly took care of it, returning in moments with the card and receipt.

  David led me out of the restaurant at a fast clip. We were in the Audi and on the street within minutes. David was focused and intense as he drove us home in silence, his body practically vibrating with need. I squeezed my legs together as I watched him, unbelievably turned on and trying to ease the ache between my thighs. He glanced over at my squirming and had to readjust himself. I could see how hard he was, and it had to be uncomfortable.

  He flew out of the car after parking in his driveway. He came around and yanked the passenger door open and pulled me up out of my seat. He pressed my body against his and smashed his lips into mine with a low growl. His right hand held the back of my neck firmly as he controlled the kiss, and all I could do was give in to it and feel his passion. He grabbed my hip with his free hand and ground his steely erection into me.

  "Natalie," he snarled out against my lips, his breathing harsh and erratic. He started running his teeth down my jawline, biting and nipping at me like a wild animal. He latched onto my neck with a low groan and bit me hard. I moaned and pressed myself against him.

  He finally managed to pull himself off of me, and was panting heavily as he dragged me to the front door. I stumbled along behind him, still lightheaded and off-balance by his raw need. He flung open the door after unlocking it, and pulled me through the doorway, slamming it shut behind us, making the door frame shudder.

  He took off his coat as he turned toward me with burning feral eyes that pinned me where I stood by the door. He began loosening his tie. "Take off your clothes and go stand by the end of the coffee table." His firm authoritative tone left no room for disobedience, and I scurried around the couch to where he wanted me, swiftly undressing. When I got to my boots, he shook his head for me to leave them on. "Bend over and put your hands on the coffee table." He threw his tie aside and began unbuttoning his shirt quickly. "Spread you legs." His shirt was gone as I complied. I shuddered as he walked toward me in long confident strides, his eyes black pools of scorching hot arousal.

  I moaned as his hands gripped my hips, the fabric over his cock rubbing against my bare ass. He growled low in his throat as his hands slid across my skin. "You are so fucking hot," he snarled out harshly. "I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard." I could feel is body trembling with need. I pushed my ass back against him, wanting him inside me now.

  His hand came down on my right cheek in a stinging blow that made me jump and gasp. "Be, still," he forced out between clenched teeth. "I'll fuck you when I'm goddamn ready." He slapped my ass one more time to emphasize his seriousness, but rubbed the sting into a warm pleasant tingling that made me ache for him even more.

  He leaned over my back so his mouth was close to my ear. "I can smell how turned on you are, sweetheart. It smells so good." His voice was low and growling. One of his hands slid around to trail his fingers across my swollen sex. "So damn wet."

  "Please..." I begged in a long whine. I'd been hovering on the edge for so long now, and I needed him so badly that I ached inside. It was sweet torture, but I had just about reached my limit.

  "Are you ready for me?" he asked seductively. He moved his hands away from me, and I could her his zipper lowering. "Do you want my big cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you?" He began rubbing the head of his penis through my folds, and I shuddered and moaned with need.

  "Yes, yes!" I shouted. "Please, please!"

  He began pushing into me. I was so swollen from prolonged arousal that I was incredibly tight, and he had to fight to get inside me. "Fuck, Natalie," he snarled as he inched slowly into me. "I've never felt you so damn tight before. It's like a fucking vice."

  I mewled and moaned as he sank into me with almost painful pleasure. My body grudgingly gave way to him until he gave one last hard thrust and filled me completely. My body ignited into an orgasm with no warning, making me scream and my back arch as pleasure blew through me. I heard David swear as my walls clamped even tighter on his cock, his body trembling as he fought for control. Then he stilled as I came back down.

  "Hold on tight, sweetheart."

  It was the only warning I got, before David began thrusting in and out of me at a punishing pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me. Another orgasm blasted through me, a long unending burst of pure bliss that blew me away. I screamed and screamed in ecstasy, David's insane growls and groans egging me on.

  "Keep coming," he said in a harsh voice. "Don't you dare stop."

  He changed the angle of his hips and found a new spot inside me that took my breath away. The only sound that I could manage were small keening noises as I fought to breathe again. I lost all sense of reality as the pleasure consumed me. All I could focus on was where David and I were connected, and the never-ending orgasm that was like nothing I had eve
r felt before.

  When David finally found his own release, sending me up one more time with a hard slam of his pelvis, I was limp and spent. He had to catch me before I collapsed in a puddle of satisfaction on the floor. I didn't have a clue what was going on around me until he was laying me down gently on his bed. He took my boots off then curled up around me, pulling my wonderfully achy body against his. He pressed soft kisses to my neck and nuzzled his nose against my ear.

  "What do you think about my delayed gratification insanity now, sweetheart?" he asked in a deep rumble.

  "Still insane," I answered in a weary murmur. "But I like crazy." He let out a low very male laugh that was unbelievably sexy.

  "I love you, Natalie," he whispered as he hugged me tighter.

  "Love you, too," I managed to reply before drifting off into contented sleep.

  *********

  David and I spent all of Saturday morning lazing in bed naked, fucking and talking, and fucking some more. We finally managed to get cleaned up around noon. He took me out to lunch and to the art museum, then we spent Saturday night curled up on the couch watching movies until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore. He carried me to bed for the second night in a row. He made love to me slowly and lazily, the satisfied afterglow of our orgasms sending us drifting off easily into sleep in each others arms afterwords.

  Sunday morning David woke energized and acting more like himself than he had in days. He convinced me to go for a run with him, even though it was colder out than I would have liked. Nevertheless, it was worth it to see how happy it made him. When we got back, he was glowing with ruddy cheeks and bright eyes, while I was snotty nosed and sore as hell.

  He took a shower first, promising that he'd make breakfast while I took mine. I collapsed on the bed while he was in the shower, and he had to wake me for my turn. I took my time, letting the hot water sooth my aching muscles, and I felt much better when I made my way out to the living room, following the smell of coffee, bacon, and what I hoped was French toast. I was almost to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.