You Are My Love: Breathless Book 2

by Samantha Wolfe

  "Does my bad girl need to be spanked some more?" I asked in a hoarse voice as I pulled my finger out of her mouth and gave her a roguish smile.

  "Please, David," she pleaded, her body trembling with need.

  "If you can be quiet, I'll let you come before I fuck you," I said sternly. "Can you do that for me, Natalie?"

  "Yes, sir." She nodded emphatically and started pushing my hand down toward her sex. I stopped her with a glare and an arched brow.

  "Put your hands over your head and keep them there." I gave her a hard stare. "Don't move them one damn inch. Understand?"

  "Yes, sir." She nodded vigorously and raised her arms, clasping her fingers together on the pillow above her head. Her eyes were bright with arousal, and focused completely on me.

  "That's my good girl," I crooned and rewarded her with a deep demanding kiss. I trailed my fingers down her body slowly, watching her shudder and writhe under my touch. I stopped and cupped her sex firmly in my palm. I lifted my mouth from hers and met her eyes. "Let's see how many you can take without coming."

  Natalie spread her legs wider, without being told. The longer we were together the more responsive she was to me. It was intoxicating how well matched we were physically and emotionally. It made me break my control for a moment as I felt overwhelmed by our connection.

  "I love you, sweetheart," I whispered huskily as I caressed her cheek with my fingers. "Ty moe povitrya, you are my air, my everything, my Natalie."

  "My David," she whispered back. Her right hand twitched as if to move, but she caught herself. I smiled indulgently, then reached up, took her hand in mine, and placed her palm gently on my cheek. Her eyes softened with deep affection. "I love you too."

  I closed my eyes and pressed her warm hand firmly against my face, letting her love center me like nothing else could. We stayed like that for several moments before I opened my eyes and put her hand back over her head.

  "How much do you want it, my bad girl?" I growled as I cupped her sex again.

  "Please, oh please," she whined. "I want it so bad."

  My hand made a loud slapping sound as it came down right over her clit. She gasped, then snapped her mouth shut to stifle a scream as her body arched up off the bed, her eyes large and wild.

  "That's one." I started rubbing slow circles on her clit to keep her on the edge. "Do you want more?" My voice was low and seductive.

  "Yes." Her voice came out needy as her body undulated and shuddered. "Please, David. I want more."

  Smack! I slapped her pussy again. A soft keening sound escaped her lips and this time she reached for me, but caught herself before she actually touched me. She clasped her hands together so tight her knuckles were turning white.

  "Do you need help to keep your hands up, sweetheart?" I asked her in an amused tone. "Do you want me to hold them down for you?" My voice turned feral as I watched her eyes light up at the suggestion. "You like it when I hold you down, don't you?" I placed my free hand on both of hers, without waiting for her to answer. She wrapped her fingers around mine and held on tight.

  Smack! Her body convulsed again, and she fought against my grip frantically as she sucked in several hard breaths, battling her body's need for release. I slipped two fingers inside her, making her mewl and thrust her hips into my hand.

  "P...please, please, please..." she mumbled desperately.

  "Do you want to come, Natalie?" I asked in a low growl.

  "Yes, yes," she gasped out as she pleaded with wild eyes.

  "I want you to take one more, and then you can come."

  "Y...yes, sir. Please, sir."

  "Ready?" I asked her. She nodded jerkily and looked at me with such pure lust and need that it nearly took my breath away. I pulled my fingers out of her and raised my hand.

  Smack! She fought my grip on her hands even harder this time. Her body shuddered and tensed as she fought off her orgasm for one long moment. It was a hard-won fight when she finally stilled again.

  "Good girl," I crooned with approval. "Now you can come."

  Smack! I didn't give her any warning with the last slap. Her back arched up off the bed with her orgasm, and she sucked in a huge breath to scream, but I covered her mouth just as she let it loose. I was able to muffle it a little. However, it was still pretty loud. A petty part of me hoped Paige heard it.

  I let go of Natalie as she quieted, and unfastened my jeans, shoving them down along with my boxers just enough to release my erection. I was so damn hard it hurt as I lined myself up with Natalie's pussy and started pushing into her before she had a chance to catch her breath yet. She was so swollen and so goddamn tight, tighter than I had ever felt before. I had to fight for every inch as I entered her with slow steady pressure, so I wouldn't hurt her.

  She writhed under me, and panted out my name. She grabbed onto my arms, and I didn't scold her for moving her hands. I wanted them on me now. Her nails dug into my biceps through my shirt as she pushed back against me, forcing me in deeper, the tightness almost painful for me.

  "Natalie," I snarled out between clenched teeth as I fought hard to keep from climaxing. "You're so fucking tight."

  She moaned incoherently as she dug her nails into my arms again, overwhelmed and mindless with lust. When I finally managed to hit the end of her, I could feel the walls inside her rippling and squeezing on my cock. I held perfectly still, panting and fighting my body for control. It was a battle, but I somehow managed to regain control. I pulled out halfway and then slammed back into her, making her wail, and I had to cover her mouth with my hand again.

  This time I put my finger in her mouth, risking a bite for the sake of indulging my darker desires. She started nibbling and sucking on it as I moved in and out of her in long deep strokes. It was a good way to keep herself from screaming as she came under me again. She made the most amazing mewling noises around my finger. Her eyes were hooded, yet still focused on mine.

  "Natalie," I groaned out as we kept our eyes locked together. It was intimate and erotic, and so very hot. I'd never felt closer to her. She came yet again as I jabbed harder and deeper than before. Her teeth clamped down on my finger, the sharp pain pushing me to the edge. I moved faster, and my control toppled over into chaos. "Oh, fuck!" I shouted, heedless of the noise. I yanked my finger out of Natalie's mouth, and she wailed right along with me. I watched her head thrash around as she gave herself completely to the pleasure. I grunted and growled out the rest of my release. In moments, we were both limp and spent as we fought to catch our breath.

  "I think Paige might have heard that last part," I mumbled as I rolled off of her, hoping Natalie didn't mind, because I certainly didn't. I wanted to rub in the fact that I had the greatest sex partner of my whole damn life in here with me.

  She let out a wry laugh. "I certainly fucking hope so," she said in a smug tone. "Or I just got a sore throat for no reason."

  "You should be a very bad girl more often, sweetheart," I said in amusement as I glanced over at her self-satisfied smile and glittering green eyes.

  "As long as you promise to spank me like that again as my punishment, my love," she said salaciously.

  "You have a deal, sweetheart."

  I sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, loving the lustful glint in her eyes as she stared at my upper body. I stood long enough to pull off the rest of my clothes while Natalie crawled under the covers. As I climbed in next to her, she had a thoughtful worrisome expression on her face. I cocked my head in concern.

  "Natalie?" I asked as I furrowed my brows. "What's wrong?"

  "Did...did you and Paige have...have sex like...like we do?" she asked tentatively. Her expression was guarded and unsure.

  "Oh, sweetheart," I whispered as I cradled her face in my hands. I met her eyes with a firm stare. "I've never had sex like we do with anyone. I didn't even figure out how kinky I really was until after Paige. I've done some wild stuff since, but nothing and no one compares to you. The things we do together..." I closed my eyes bri
efly and let out a long hum of pleasure. "Words can't even express how amazing you are, in and out of bed." Her eyes lit up with pleasure. I leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

  The worried look was long gone when I broke the kiss. I laid down and gathered her warm body in against mine. We fell asleep entwined together, both of us content and happy in our safe little bubble in my room. Tomorrow the bubble would pop, and I'd have to deal with everything outside of it soon enough. For now though, I was going to live in this moment and let the rest go.

  *********

  I rang my sister's doorbell after work around four on Monday. I decided to drive over to check on my sister and new niece. I swear it was in no way an avoidance technique to stave off having to go home and face Paige before Natalie got there too. Tony answered the door a moment later. He took a month off from work to help Diana with the baby. He didn't have to, but he was a great guy and an even better husband. I was happy my sister had him there for her and the kids.

  "David," he said with a huge grin. "What a great surprise." That was followed by an ear bleeding scream from the kitchen. Tony glanced back into the house and sighed. "Oh, good, you're just in time for Michael's meltdown." He turned back to me with a weary smile. "Come on in."

  I followed Tony into the house and into the kitchen. Diana was sitting at the kitchen table holding little Maria and having a heated argument with three-year-old Michael. T.J., the five-year-old, was coloring at the table next to her and watching the argument with interest. Michael was apparently dissatisfied about not getting a cookie before dinner and was being very vocal about it. My sister looked like she was just about ready to wring his little neck, and I was glad holding Maria was keeping her from acting on the impulse.

  "Hey, monkeys!" I called out to divert Michael's attention. His little face lit up when he saw me, and he squealed as he ran across the room to me, the cookie battle already forgotten. He plowed right into my legs, and I scooped him up into my arms. T.J. screamed out "Uncle David," and soon plastered himself to my hip and began babbling about what he did at kindergarten today.

  "You're getting big, buddy," I told Michael as he started patting my beard. He was endlessly fascinated with my facial hair. Thankfully, he didn't start pulling on it, yet.

  "I wanna fuzzy face like Unca David," Michael announced with a huge grin. "It's funny." Now he started pulling on it, but for once he was being gentle about it.

  "You have to be old to have a beard," T.J. told his little brother with an exasperated eye roll.

  "Yeah, really old," Diana chimed in with a smirk as she met my eyes. I gave her a glare, but she merely smiled wider.

  "We are the same age, you know," I reminded my twin sister.

  "I'm a girl, so I'll live longer than you," she explained. "That makes you a lot older than me."

  "Aha," I pounced on my opportunity. "Now you'll have to stop calling me your baby brother."

  "Oh, no," she said with a shake of her head. "That's not gonna happen. You'll always be my baby brother."

  "You realize your logic makes no sense whatsoever," I said with a wince as Michael finally tweaked my beard along my jawline.

  "I'm a woman. I don't have to make sense."

  "It's a losing battle, David," Tony warned me with a smile. "Quit while you're ahead."

  I felt a tug on my shirt and looked down at T.J.'s pleading face. "Uncle David, will you play cars with us?"

  "Not right now, buddy."

  "Please," he pouted.

  "I will in a bit, but I want to talk to your mom and hold your baby sister first. Okay?"

  "Okay," he grumbled in disappointment.

  "Ow," I blurted out when Michael tugged on both sides of my beard simultaneously. I glared at him, making him giggle. He was kind of a sadistic little boy, but just adorable enough to get away with a lot.

  "That's enough, Michael," Tony scolded as he pulled his son from my arms. "You've tortured Uncle David plenty for one day." He slung the kid over his shoulder leaving his head dangling down his back. Michael laughed hysterically. Tony grabbed T.J.'s hand. "Let's go play cars while Uncle David visits with Mom." Tony winked at me as he led his boys out to the living room to play. The man was a great father.

  I turned my smile on my sister as I sat down next to her. She immediately leaned over and gave me my niece to hold without me having to ask. I could tell that Maria had put on weight already as I cradled her close to my chest.

  "Hello, gorgeous baby girl," I murmured as I gazed at her perfect little face. "You look just like your mommy." Maria started cooing as she watched me, her tiny mouth pulling into what I think was an attempt at a smile. "I see you respond to flattery just like Mommy." I glanced up to see my sister stick her tongue out at me. "I bet you'll turn out just as mean, too."

  "It will all be her brothers' faults for being unbearable asses."

  "Are you saying I was an unbearable ass?" I asked in mock offense.

  "You still are." She pointed at me with a glare.

  "Don't you listen to your mommy." I looked back down at my niece with a smile. "Uncle David and your brothers are adorable." Maria cooed some more and flailed her arms around. "See?" I glanced up at Diana. "She agrees with me."

  She rolled her eyes at me as she shook her head in exasperation, but smiled anyway. Diana sat in comfortable silence while I studied Maria closely, still in wonder over her little fingers and smiling as she cooed at the compliments I murmured softly to her.

  "You sure know how to work the ladies," my sister finally said with amusement.

  "It's a gift," I said smugly.

  "Speaking of ladies, how's things with Natalie?"

  "A little strained, but that's probably because Paige is staying at my house," I grumbled out with a frown.

  "What?!" Diana blurted out loudly, startling her daughter. The baby's arms flailed around before she settled down again. "Talk, now," Diana demanded in a stern voice when I didn't elaborate fast enough for her. I told her everything, from the phone calls and texts from Paige, until I had to invite her to stay at my house yesterday. I felt myself getting angry and upset the more I talked about it.

  "Holy shit," Diana breathed out when I finished. "That sounds like the seventh circle of hell."

  "Well, there hasn't been any violence yet," I growled out.

  "Is it going to come from you or Natalie?" Diana asked.

  "Take your pick," I answered in resignation.

  "I can't imagine staying in the same house with one of Tony's ex-girlfriends." She shook her head in disbelief. "I think I'd lose my mind and commit murder."

  "Yeah, I'm having a great time," I grumbled sarcastically. "I can't wait to go home tonight."

  "Ah," Diana said with a knowing smile. "That explains this surprise visit."

  I shrugged sheepishly and looked down at Maria again. "I don't want to be alone with Paige. I'm afraid of what I might say. I'm afraid of what she might say."

  "You know this is the perfect opportunity for closure, right?" Diana suggested gently. "Maybe you should talk to her. You need to try to let all this anger and pain go, David."

  "I want to." I shook my head and closed my eyes briefly. "I told Natalie that I wouldn't run away from this again, and that I wanted to take my life back, but this is so much harder than I expected. If I fail, and I lose Natalie..." I could feel tears stinging my damn eyes. "Let's just say I can't afford to fail, Diana."

  "Did Natalie tell you she'd leave you if you fail?" Diana asked with a perplexed frown.

  "No," I answered her and sighed. "She just wants me to try, but how many tries do I get before she gives up on me."

  "David," she said with concern. "Just because Paige gave up, doesn't mean Natalie will. She's nothing like Paige, thank God."

  "I thought I was in love with Paige, and thought she was the love of my life," I bit my lower lip and shook my head. "But that was nothing compared to what I feel for Natalie. I didn't even know what love was until her. She's my everything, the very air I brea
the. I can't let anything come between us, but I don't know if I can get past this thing with Paige. I'm afraid this is going to cost me everything, and I have so much to lose."

  My sister looked at me with a thoughtful expression. "You're being too hard on yourself, you know that right? This isn't something that you can get over in a day. Why do you always expect yourself to be perfect all the time? You're only setting yourself up to fail."

  "I guess anything less feels like failing to me." I stared down at Maria again. She watched me intently, her little face scrunched up in concentration, as if she were mesmerized by my voice. I suspected she might actually be pooping. I leaned forward and gave her back to her mother without a word about my suspicions about what was going on in her diaper.

  "You realize how insane that sounds, don't you?"

  "Believe me, I'm well aware of my own insanity, I just haven't figured out my diagnosis yet." My attempt at humor garnered me an exasperated glare from my sister.

  "I didn't say you were insane, numbnut."

  "Well, I certainly feel like I'm losing my damn mind," I grumbled under my breath.

  "I wish I could tell you something that will make this easier for you," Diana said regretfully. "But you're going to have to fight your way through this on your own."

  "Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty," I said in a solemn tone.

  "Who are you quoting now?" she grumbled and shook her head. I used to drive her insane in high school with random quotes from history class. I loved the subject and found it fascinating, and she hated it. Which of course led me to reading and learning a bunch of historical quotes to torture her with. I still liked to pull one out now and then to needle her with.

  "Teddy Roosevelt." I smiled wryly at her. "Do you want to hear another one?"

  "Oh, God no," she growled in annoyance.

  "No one cares how much you know, until they know how much you care."

  "Please stop, you're killing me and your niece." She rolled her eyes and covered Maria's ears.