by Roy Glenn
I finish up the day with another meeting I’m not interested in. After speaking with our equity research analyst, the Managing Director decides we need to add more analysis to our pitch and focus on completely different metrics. That means that I need to re-do most of my work, but I don’t care and the reason is Natasha.
But tonight, I have a plan. Tonight I am going to see Island in the Sun at the Ritz Theatre. It’s a movie with James Mason, Harry Belafonte and Dorothy Dandridge. It’s about race relations and interracial relationships between Harry Belafonte and Dorothy Dandridge’s characters and the white people they become involved with. Not exactly my genre, but if there was any chance that Natasha would be there, I was all in.
I got to the theater early so I could get the seat that I wanted. I didn’t want to sit in the back, because it would be to dark and I didn’t want to sit down front or the middle because I didn’t want to miss her. I wanted to sit somewhere between the middle and the back, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I found the seat I wanted and made myself comfortable.
Shortly thereafter, the lights dimmed a little and the commercials started. I turned and looked around to see if maybe she came in and sat somewhere behind me, but she wasn’t there. When the lights dimmed again and the coming attractions began, I settled into my seat as well as the realization that she wasn’t coming.
That it was all just a dream.
“Is anybody sitting here?”
I looked up. “Natasha.”
My insides are screaming!
The man in the row behind us cleared his throat. “Have a seat,” I said and held my breath.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I was hoping you’d be here.”
Those words made the last three weeks seem almost worthwhile. Almost. I remained calm.
“To be honest with you, I really wasn’t interested in seeing this movie; I just came because I hoped you’d be here.”
Natasha smiled and laughed a little. “Me too. It’s really not my kind of movie either.”
“Truth is, I missed you, Natasha.”
She smiled. “I missed you, too.”
“I called you, I left messages for you, but you didn’t call back.”
“I know and I’m sorry for not getting back to you.”
I wanted to be mad at her, but I was too happy to see her to care. But I still had to ask, “Well, what happened to you?”
“What do you mean?” Natasha asked with an innocent look.
“One day we were—” I attempted a polite pause rather than saying, One day we were about to have sex. “—and the next day you disappear.”
“I didn’t exactly disappear. Not really. I was going through some things that I needed to deal with,” Natasha said and her eyes and her smile told me that she was as glad to see me as I was to see her.
The lights dimmed and the credits began to roll. “What was that? If you don’t mind me asking of course.”
“No, not at all. Lloyd and I broke up.”
“What did you say?”
“Lloyd and I aren’t together anymore.”
“Shhhh,” the man behind us said.
Natasha put her finger over her lips and whispered, “We’ll talk after the movie.”
As you can imagine the next two hours were the sweetest form of torture. Lloyd and I aren’t together anymore. We’ll talk after the movie. You know I had questions that I had to know the answers to, but you know what; she and Lloyd aren’t together anymore and she is sitting here, next to me and we’re watching a movie. Natasha was here, with me, and this is good.
But I still had questions.
After the movie was over, which, by the way, turned out to be better than either of us expected, Natasha and I walked out together. Once we were outside of the theater, she first apologized for the way she’d run out on me that night. I completely understood and accepted her apology. Then she told me about her break up with Lloyd and I was overjoyed.
“So for the last couple of weeks I’ve just been getting back into me. I found a new place that I absolutely loved. Did some shopping, had a spa day and pampered myself.”
“That’s great,” I said knowing that I wanted to pamper her. I more than anything, wanted to show her how I felt about her and how much I missed being with her. “You sound like you’re very happy with the change.”
“I am. And I’m glad to see you.”
“Well if that’s the case, you should let a gentleman walk you to your car. A lady oughta have a man to escort her to her car.” It was the same line I ran the first time we stood in this spot and it made Natasha smile.
“Actually, I didn’t drive. I don’t live too far from here so I took a cab. But I’d be honored to have a gentleman drive a lady home.”
Natasha
I was a jittery mess in my apartment. I only moved in two weeks ago and I hadn’t gotten around to unpacking everything yet. Victor didn’t seem to notice, matter of fact, I was beginning to wonder if he had noticed anything about the place at all. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the rooms I showed him on our tour. Whenever I would mention what I really liked about the room we were in, he’d just look into my eyes, nod his head and say, “Cool.”
We got to my master bedroom, and for obvious reasons, I decided to make it quick. I had every intention of pointing out the mahogany bedroom set I selected. The prized possession was the huge sleigh bed that I absolutely adored, with intricate etchings in the wood. So I pointed out the huge bay window that was the focal point in the room and was ready to move on.
“I really like watching the sun rise and set and at night, I enjoy how the moon takes center stage and provides me with all the light I need.”
“Absolutely beautiful,” he said.
The tone of his voice made me turn to him and he wasn’t looking out the window.
“I think you’re absolutely beautiful, Natasha.” He paused and took a step closer to me. “And so is this place of yours. I hope you’ll make happy memories here.”
I took a deep swallow, and tried to slow my heart beat. With Victor standing this close to me, his masculinity overpowering me and weakening my resolve to take my time easing into whatever we might be able to have together.
But when he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “You also have a nice bed,” I completely dissolved.
I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me, I pressed my lips into his and he immediately responded. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me close to him. His soft warm lips moved slowly and sensually over mine, drawing a helpless moan from me. The need that I’ve suppressed for so long to have him made me dizzy. I started pulling at his shirt, and rushing to undress him. Our clothes came off in a frenzied rush that was only interrupted by my need to kiss him. When he slid off his boxer briefs, I quickly realized that Victor was amazing.
Yes.
I throw myself into his arms and the feeling of his skin was against mine and his hands caressing my body the way I’d been dreaming of since forever was intense. No man had ever touched me this way, ever made me feel the things he was making me feel. I ran my hands across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms, buried my face in his chest and planted kisses over every inch of it.
He lifted my head, kissed my lip softly and whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Then our kiss deepened as Victor slid his tongue inside of my mouth in tantalizing strokes and his hands caressed my ass and he gently pulled me toward him. When I felt his thickness grinding in between my thighs, I pushed my hips back and forth against him until I thought I would explode.
I broke our embrace, but only for a second because Victor cupped my breast and flicked one of my protruding nipples with his tongue before moving on to the other, gently biting it and then with the moist heat of his mouth licked and sucked my nipple in ways that made my entire body feel like it was liquefying under his touch.
The solid warmth of his lips was so arousing. It made me fe
el like I would explode. I wanted him so much, I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I wanted him closer, and deep inside of me.
As his tongue trailed a path across my sensitive flesh, I moved back towards the bed, sliding up on it and moving to the center of it. As he watched I spread my thighs; I wanted him to have me, all of me, with no barriers, no limits. Time seemed to slow as he ran his hands up my thighs toward my wetness. He ran his thumb against the hood of my clit and watched as my back arched at his touch. I shut my eyes as the sensation of him running his finger back and forth made me moan with pleasure. Then the warmth of his lips replaced his finger and the energy that had been building, sent waves through me that I felt all over my body.
He raised his head and I gazed into his eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and held on tight as my body shuttered in sheer ecstasy.
I opened my eyes to the sight of Victor staring at me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. In that moment, I finally gave voice to something I was afraid of, but knew I was sure of. I was in love with this man and I was afraid because I allowed it to happen so quickly. But I didn’t. I know now that I fell in love with Victor some time ago. I just refused to admit it to myself.
I sat up and placed my hand against his cheek and he turned to place a kiss in the middle of my palm before moving to my wrist and up my arm, to my neck and then to my lips. The heat started to build again until I couldn’t take any more of his foreplay; I wanted him buried so deep inside of me that we would become one.
I grabbed a hold his thick girth and listened to him growl as I stroked him, allowing him to thrust inside of my hand as I slowly leaned back. We stared into each other’s eyes until I was on my back and he parted my moist lips with his head and I opened wide as he fed it to me.
I saw so wet and ready that Victor was thrusting in and out of me and with all the force that I needed him to. I cried out, and my thighs quivering as we both slammed our bodies into each other violently. He filled me so perfectly, the feeling was overwhelming. I clung to his back, clasping my legs around his waist as he worked in an out of me. And then Victor got into an exquisitely slow pace.
“Damn, you feel so good, Natasha.”
“So do you, Victor.”
We looked intently at each other and I was overcome with the need to tell him that I was in love with him, but he kissed whatever words I thought about saying and for that I was grateful. His mouth moved hungrily over mine and he kept his lazy rhythm.
I rocked my hips against his in an attempt to get him to go hard and deep, but he refused and kept ravishing my body the same way. I wasn’t about to complain because he was doing it so fucking good.
Victor was switching his angles and varying his pace and hit every spot I didn’t know I had and that got my hips moving. Then Victor began to pump it to me the way I needed it. I lost control again and before I knew it I was breaking up into pieces, shaking beneath him. He slowed his stroke but kept pushing it to me until I was done before ordering me to kneel at the foot of my bed.
I smiled inside thinking about how much I rather ride him until I came again, but kept that thought to myself as he stood behind me and placed me in the perfect position for him to enter me. Victor spread my thighs apart; I grabbed hold of the bed as he placed his hands on my hips and took my waiting body from behind.
I screamed from the pleasure and pain when he gave me the powerful thrust I yearned for, but then he slid out of me slowly; making me beg.
“Put it back in.”
He thrusted his entire length inside me hard and deep before once again slowly sliding out of me again. He was driving me mad, but I could tell from the sound he was making that he was enjoying every second of the sweet torture that he was giving me.
“That’s right,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper as he felt my walls tighten around him.
His thrusts became faster, deeper, harder and I worked my hips back against him, as he pounded into me, as the sound of lovemaking echoing throughout the room.
As our bodies began to work faster, colliding against each other, priming for release, I thought about how I wished this could last forever and held that thought in my mind as he reached his hand between my thighs to rub my engorged clit. As soon as he touched my clit, wave after wave of ecstasy assaulted me as Victor pumped it to me harder. Then he shouted my name, as our bodies melted into one another and we collapsed on the bed.
I laid in his arms and thought about how this man made his way into my heart. Victor changed my life; making me not want to settle for anything that wouldn’t allow me to be me. He made love to my mind, to my heart and now to my body.
Chapter Twelve
Victor
Wow!
What an incredible week.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I cannot for the life of me remember a time in my life that I’ve been this happy.
And the sex we’ve had has been mind-boggling.
Every time I look at Natasha, or even when I hear her voice on the telephone, it makes me want her. Natasha can just breathe or laugh or say my name sometimes and it will make my dick hard. She says she feels it too. One minute we’ll be talking and we’ll just look at each other. The next thing you know we’re into it. And so far, it hasn’t mattered where we were or what’s going on around us. And we’ll do it anywhere.
Wednesday night, I picked Natasha up after work and we had dinner at Orsay. It’s a restaurant on Park Street that serves classic French bistro fare. It’s a nice place, elegant décor, warm lighting, excellent food and the sexual tension between Natasha and I was intense.
The sun was setting while we were driving back to Natasha’s apartment and the beauty of it only proved to deepen our already intense mood. Natasha looked over at me.
“I used to work around here,” she said.
“Oh yeah, where?” I asked, not really caring, but because she said it, there was nothing more important to me.
“Turn into that office complex there.”
Thinking that since I seemed so enthusiastic, she was going to show me the building, I turned into the complex.
“Pull over behind that building there.”
“Okay,” I smiled and complied with her request. When I put the car in park, Natasha opened her door and got out.
“Come on. I wanna show you something.”
Natasha turned and started walking toward the building, so I got out the car and followed her. Once she got to the building she walked down a short flight of steps that led to a door. She leaned against the door.
“Well, what do you think?”
“This what you wanted to show me?”
“Yup. Back in the day, when I used to smoke cigarettes, this is where we’d hang out.”
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
Natasha didn’t say anything, she just raised two fingers to her lips like she was smoking and then she puckered them. “Come here.”
I took a step closer to her and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity before our lips parted. Then Natasha took a step back, reached under her skirt and stepped out of her panties.
“Hang on to those for me, please,” Natasha said as she handed them to me.
I eased them into my jacket pocket and the kissing began again. Then she stopped suddenly and pushed me away slowly.
“I want you now.”
“I want you all the time.”
Natasha leaned against the door again. “Take me.”
I attacked her tongue with fury and reached between her legs and could feel the river flowing between her thighs. I began kissing her neck, and squeezing her magnificent breasts, while Natasha undid my pants.
“What are you waiting for? I wanna feel you.”
In what seemed like one fluid motion, I dropped my pants, spun her around, lifted her dress and entered her hard and deep. Once I was deep inside Natasha, we moved slowly until we got into a comfortab
le position, but it didn’t take long before Natasha was rocking her hips so I could hit her spot just the way she liked it.
In the dim light, I grabbed her shoulders and looked at Natasha’s beautiful ass pushing against me. I felt her wet warm walls squeezing my dick and the sensation radiated over my entire body. I let go of her shoulder and held on to her hips as I moved in and out of her. I closed my eyes because it was feeling so damn good. I slowly eased all the way out of her.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhhh.”
I slid my entire length inside of her slowly and began moving in and out of her; watching my dick disappear inside her. Then I stepped into it and grinded my body into her slowly. Natasha began to moan and squirm, winding her hips and slamming her body into every inch. I let go of her hips and watched Natasha move her body.
She began to buck harder and harder and I met each stroke with everything I had. I wanted to get so deep inside Natasha that she knew she was mine. I ran my hands all over her body and Natasha spread her legs a little wider. I eased one finger between her legs and massaged her clit.
I felt Natasha squeeze my shaft so hard that it felt like she was milking me; trying to make me come with her. I grabbed her hips and pushed it to her as hard as I could. Natasha bucked her hips wildly and then she looked over her shoulder and our eyes met. I came so hard my body locked and Natasha screamed in ecstasy as she drained every drop.
That type of thing has been going on all week. But it’s not just our sex life that’s been so intense; you don’t even understand, because it is much more than that. We talk about everything and we both seem to have this need to share everything with each other. I bet we talk to each other at least ten times a day, and to be honest with you, it’s mostly about nothing. Natasha says that she’ll think about me and she’ll just call, or we’ll call when something happens at work and we just have to talk about it.