A Natural Act (Contradictions) (16 page)

I laugh because he’s being cute and that’s what I need right now.

“I’ll tell you from now on,” I promise.

“
Thank you,” he nods. “Won’t go behind your back again.”

“
Thank you,” I smile in return.

I’m starting to realise that Craig isn’t quite as closed off as I’d first thought. With him, he needs to
see that a street is two ways. Once that’s been made clear, he’ll go further to meet me.

If I promise to be more honest with him, maybe he’ll be
more up front with me and I’ll get that little bit closer to the man behind the layers.

“Love Jelly but I’m glad to be back,” Craig sighs as we slump onto the sofa upon arriving home.

“
She’s amazing,” I smile. “She seems very happy. All things considered.” Considering the attempted rape which happened not long ago, she’s a pretty well centred and kind person.

“
Carter genes,” he winks. “She’s a lot stronger than people think she is. She just shows it in different ways than we do.”

“
I wish I had strength like that,” I sigh wistfully.

“
You have it by the bucket load, Bella,” he tells me seriously, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“
If you say so,” I answer but he knows I don’t agree.

In
true guardian-doctor fashion, he doesn’t comment but instead gives me a reprimanding look. A look of startling blue intensity.

A look which is less intense than he intends but instead, rather erotic.

“Don’t look at me like that, lady,” he warns with a warning growl.

“
Why?” I whisper around a smile because I love the carnal way he’s looking at me.

My mind is back on that kitchen worktop and sending up silent prayers that it’s about to be re-enacted. Don’t get me wrong, I love the kisses and cuddles. They’re often filled with passion but it’s carefully controlled by my doctor. He keeps his sexual side restrained.

“Because you’re making it hard for me,” he moans as I position myself over his lap.

It’s a moment of braveness on my part
but one I’m quite happy I made because the feel of him beneath me is so intense, so right.

“
Very hard,” I agree, shamelessly gyrating against the hardness in question.

“
You know what you’re asking, lady?” He settles his hands on my hips, his grip firm but not painful.

“
Just this, Craig. Please, I need this,” I whisper, my lips against his neck.

“
All I do is fuck, lady,” he moans but it isn’t said with the same conviction he used the first time he told me that.

“
Please, Craig,” I continue, trailing kisses up his neck. “You need to understand.”

“
Make me understand, lady,” he gently directs my attention to his eyes. His hands are sliding underneath my jumper to rest over my bare skin.

“
I used to love sex, Craig,” I explain breathlessly remembering back to my teenage years. “Nigel… Nigel saw sex as a right. An opportunity to show me that I belonged to him. I didn’t always… want it. Especially not when he was particularly rough.”

“
He raped you,” Craig’s hands still their gentle movements and his eyes become deadly serious.

“
It wasn’t like that,” I retreat slightly because what Jamie went through was much more serious. “He was my boyfriend.”

“
You didn’t want sex and he took it, that’s rape, lady. You’re a lawyer. You know that.”

“
I know,” I mumble, looking down at his bare stomach. “I hated it.” I swallow hard because it’s over and I’m not going to cry.

“
Don’t understand why you’d want to do that again. With me,” Craig says and his voice chokes slightly. He’s scared that having sex with him will trigger those emotions. He doesn’t have to say it, I can see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch.

“
You’re nothing like him, Craig,” I reassure him, placing my hands over his on my hips. “Nothing.”

“
Know that, lady,” he removes one hand to gently stroke my cheek. “But no matter how much I want you right now, I don’t want you scared or hurt.”

“
You don’t understand, Craig,” I plead, kissing the palm of his hand. “I’ve not been turned on for years. I’ve not felt lust like this in a long time, maybe never on this scale.

You’ve given that back to me. Don’t deny me that.
”

He sighs deeply but it turns into a moan as he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my mouth down onto his.

The solid force between my legs has returned and throbs beneath me.

I barely notice that he’s removing my clothes until I have to break the kiss to allow him to pull them over my head.

He buries his face between my breasts, his hands sliding over my skin and into the back of my jeans. Each of his large hands palms the weight of my cheeks, pulling gently in a way that causes my labia to part.

He rolls us over just
long enough to pull the rest of my clothes from my legs and shimmy out of his loose fitting shorts.

He’s naked before me but I still can’t see the treasure at the end of the rainbow because of the angle he’s holding himself at.

His mouth moves down, from my breasts to my ribs. From my ribs to my stomach. Then down, to my hip bones. Then, finally, to my inner thigh, pressing a kiss to each in turn.

Wrapping his hands around my legs, he slowly eases them apart providing him front row seats to the part of my body which is calling the shots.

His fingers inch higher up my thighs to my core, trailing across the sensitive skin and opening me up to him.

I watch as his eyes devour the view before travelling up my body to meet my gaze.

I know I’m blushing and I know I ought to be embarrassed at being so exposed but having this perfect specimen of man look at me like I’m a precious jewel or a delicious treat is too empowering.

“
You’re beautiful,” he tells me.

“
Thank you,” I whisper demurely, thinking that beautiful describes him quite well too but it’s not as masculine as he’d like so I keep those thoughts to myself.

“
Rub your clit for me, lady.”

My first thought is to say no but I’m far too turned on. He’s not giving me a choice anyway. His hand guides mine down to my clit. Before he places it there he sucks one finger
into his mouth swirling his tongue around it before he presses it to my clit.

He groans in appreciation and kisses me right below where my fingers are working in earnest. My thoughts are focussed solely on the circular motion but my eyes are following the man before me.

“Condom,” he mumbles distractedly, getting up to fetch one. “Don’t stop,” he adds.

He has his back to me as he fetches
the packaging and it’s all I can do not to moan out loud as I watch the muscles ripple over his back. The grooves of his shoulders form the shape of a butterfly and the dip of his spine is just begging for a trail of kisses.

Then there are the buttocks. I’ve got to be honest; the back end of a man has never been an area of interest. I never found it attractive.

Until now.

Those cheeks are so tight and smooth. The form is so completely different too the female shape that there’s no denying the masculinity.

“Checking me out, lady?” He looks back over his shoulder and grins knowingly.

“
Always,” I tell him breathlessly because my fingers are still working in rapid, desperate circles around my clit.

“
All yours, lady,” he smirks in that alluringly confident way.

He turns around and I get my first ever full frontal view. It almost causes my fingers to falter in their movements.

“Look fucking amazing lying there like that, lady,” he tells me, sauntering towards me with his eyes burning brightly with lust.

The same can be said about him as my eyes greedily devour every inch of him. They stop when they reach the bright purple condom.

“Purple?” I raise an eyebrow, slowing my fingers slightly so that I can talk without panting.

He just winks and begins to lower himself over me. There’s a slight flicker of apprehension because that purple sheathed beast is owner of some substantial girth.

“We take this slow,” he tells me, his lips lowering to the crease of my neck and whispering over its sensitive skin.

“
Okay,” I acknowledge, reluctantly removing my hand away from my pleasure centre because I want him there more than I want my own touch.

It also gives me the opportunity to touch him. Anywhere and everywhere that I can reach but I soon learn that my favourite place is the crevice
beneath his pecks. If I place my hands flat on his stomach, I can feel the firm swells of his abs at the same time as I can caress the strength of his pectoral.

“
Need inside you, lady,” he tells me.

“
Please,” I nod tilting my head so that I can meet his lips with my own.

His kiss is powerful but tender, enough to reassure me that he’ll be gentle with me.

As he presses the swollen glans of his firm cock against my well-moistened slit, I gasp slightly it his size. It’s big but it’s not painful. I’m pleasantly stretched and can’t help but groan as each inch slowly fills me.

When his full length is nestled inside my walls, he breathes out slowly. Leaning forwards, he kisses me tenderly, his hand cupping the side of my face.

“Please,” I whimper because it’s not enough just to feel him. I need him to move.

His eyes meet mine and he does as I ask. He moves.

Oh boy does he move.

I clasp my arms around his shoulders, my neck angled to see his back. I can see the gloves of his buttocks rise and fall as the full length of his cock pushes deep inside me.

“Like that, lady?” He growls, swivelling his hips slightly.

“
Craig,” I groan but that’s all he’s getting. I can’t be expected to speak whilst he sends pleasant vibrations through every molecule of my being.

His movements grow faster and, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was losing control.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he growls, rapidly pulsing inside the tense walls of my pussy.

My body is arched against him, sweat
beading between my breasts at the intensity of the pleasure.

I scream as my climax rocks through me and Craig’s moan answers me as my pleasure draws out his own. I can still feel the pulses of my internal muscles clenching around his cock.

Phenomenal. Exquisite. Incredible.

“
God, Bella. Do you have any idea how good you feel?”

“
I hope it was as good as you feel inside me,” I tell him, running my fingers down his back.

He still hasn’t stopped moving as his lips press tiny butterfly kisses all over my face. His hands are tangled in my hair.

“Just the warm up, lady,” he tells me. The slight wiggle he maintained throughout his climax becomes more defined. It turns from a gyration to a thrust.

I can’t believe what’s happening as I realise he never went soft. He’s still good to go. He came. I know he came, the evidence of his climax is still buried inside me.

Once his cock is slick and swollen inside me at full force once more, he rolls us over, helping me position myself above him.

“
Want you too badly right now, lady. I go on top, I might hurt you,” he whispers, his hands rising.

I nod because my hips are already moving of their own accord. Being on top is unfamiliar territory for me but so is working with a tool of this proportion and I’m glad for the chance to control the pace.

Round one was quick, hot, and fast. Not so fast as to be regrettable but much faster than round two.

Round two
is slower, sensual, and intense. It’s a symphony of rolling hips, delicate gasps, and unbroken eye contact.

When I finally collapse upon him in a heap of sexual ecstasy with our chests rising and falling rapidly, I’m truly sated.

I came and I came and I came. It was never ending. When my body was too taught with orgasm to continue my movements, Craig took over, his muscles rolling as he struggled to maintain my slower pace even as his own climax was nearing the precipice.

“
Wow,” I manage to whisper into the crevice of his neck.

“
Like that, lady?” He asks with a hint of self-certainty. He knows I did.

“
Mmhmm,” I nod sleepily, completely drained and thoroughly happy.

“
Me too,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Sleep, Bella. We can talk later.”

I’m far too comfortable in my post-ecstasy coma to wonder what there is to talk about as I snuggle into his warmth and let sleep take me.