Surrender To Me

I feel the orgasm starting. My muscles tense and I shove my dick as far down her throat as I can before letting go with a ragged groan. My cock pulses inside her, and the feel of her throat constricting as she swallows everything I’m giving her has my orgasm lasting way longer than usual. She licks and sucks me dry until my fingers fall from her hair and I let out a small, satisfied laugh.

“My god, Natalie,” I say with a grin.

She smiles around my cock before slowly sliding me out of her mouth. “Did I do good?”

“You did better than good. That was fucking amazing, my sweet girl.”

I pull her into my lap, loving how she immediately cuddles up into me and rests her head on my shoulder as I wrap my arms around her. Exhaustion hits both of us, and I scoot us so we’re laying on the couch, both of us on our sides with her body tucked in close to mine. She uses my arm as a pillow, and I pull a blanket down onto us so she won’t get cold.

Kissing her neck, I whisper “I love you,” in French against her skin.

She surprises the hell out of me by saying, “I love you too, Luc,” before snuggling in closer and falling asleep.

I kiss her again and listen to her smooth, even breaths until I finally let myself join her, feeling more at peace than I’ve ever felt before.

It’s dark when I wake up to the feel of her ass wiggling against my very hard cock. Still half asleep, I tighten my grip on her and nuzzle her neck, kissing the base of it.

“Good morning,” she says with a laugh.

“Yes, our hours are really going to be fucked up now,” I say, giving the crook of her neck a soft bite. “I should have stayed awake, but you wore me out.”

Having my cock nestled between her ass cheeks is really making me want to fuck it, especially with the way she’s wiggling against me, so I give her shoulder a kiss before slowly sitting up.

“Why are you getting up?” she asks, reaching for me.

“I’m trying to be gentlemanly here, Natalie, by protecting your virgin ass.”

She laughs and says, “Maybe I don’t want it to be protected.” I groan at her words and stand, pulling her up with me.

“Don’t tempt me, my sweet girl, at least not yet. You haven’t eaten all day. Let me take care of you before I exhaust you again.”

I give her ass a hard smack as she walks by on the way to the hall bathroom. She lets out a squeal that makes my cock give a healthy jump. I walk into my own room and take a quick shower before changing into jeans and a lightweight, dark sweater since it still gets chilly at night here. It’s a beautiful night, so I wait for Natalie on the balcony. She’s showered and pulled her wet hair into a high ponytail, and the simple black dress she’s wearing looks anything but simple on her. She’s paired it with ballet flats, and I never knew anyone could look so adorable and sexy all at the same time.

“You look beautiful,” I say, immediately going to her.

The black looks good on her, bringing out the blue in her eyes, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I’m already thinking about all the jewelry I’m going to buy for her. She doesn’t need all the accessories. She’s beautiful enough without it, but I want to give her things. I want to spoil her for the rest of our lives. I kiss her gently, forcing myself to stop before it gets too heated and the poor girl ends up starving.

“Let’s go,” I say, giving her hand a kiss before holding it in mine.

We stop so she can grab a light sweater in case she gets cold before making our way to the elevators. I force myself to behave on the way down, promising myself I won’t on the way back up.

Her eyes light up when we step outside. I love seeing the city through her eyes. She doesn’t hide how she feels. If she’s excited, she shows it, and I love that about her. We walk to one of my favorite bistros and order supper. I do all the speaking, and I can’t help but grin at the way she looks at me when I speak French. For a second, I think she’s going to crawl across the table and mount me right there. I wouldn’t stop her if she did.

She eats everything with gusto, savoring the meal much like she did my cock earlier. How she turns every damn thing sexual, I’ll never know. I resign myself to the fact that I’m always going to be hard when I’m around her. There’s just no getting around it. I finish my wine as she takes her last few bites of dessert.

Looking up at me, she gives me a shy grin. “Thank you. That was delicious.”

“I’m glad you liked it. It brings me great pleasure to watch you eat.”

Her cheeks turn red under my gaze, and I give her a wink before paying the bill. Instead of heading straight back to the apartment, we take a walk along a cobblestoned side street. There’s an old woman selling flowers, and I stop so I can buy some.

She gives me a big grin and says we make a beautiful couple. I thank her and translate the message to Natalie who smiles and says a shy “Merci.”

The woman hands me a bunch of wildflowers that remind me of Natalie. She gives me a huge grin when I hand them to her as we walk back down the street. Bringing them to her nose, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply.

“They’re so beautiful,” she says looking up at me. “Thank you.”

I’m so overcome with love for her that all I can do is stare at her. She looks at me, holding my gaze before starting to fidget a bit.

“Stop staring at me like that, Luc.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me.”

“But I do want to fuck you,” I say with a grin.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She smiles and shifts her weight again.

“Yeah, but I didn’t wear any panties so behave yourself before my arousal becomes obvious to the whole world.”

“You what?” I don’t even finish my thought, just pull her toward a dark alcove on the street and press her up against the wall, shielding her from view with my body.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, still clutching her flowers as I slide my hand down her side and thigh. Finding the edge of her dress, I slip my hand under and lightly graze a line up her inner thigh until I’m touching bare, wet pussy.

“Fuck, Natalie,” I moan against her lips, sliding a finger inside her.

She grips my shoulders tightly, using me to keep herself upright as I finger her. I keep my lips close to her, feeling the heat of her breath against my skin as her breathing picks up.

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” I whisper before running my tongue along her bottom lip. “I want to watch you come undone, under the moon, out here on the streets of my city.”

She moans at my words, moving her hips as I rub her clit fast and hard.

Whimpering, she digs her fingers in even harder as her legs begin to shake. “That’s it, my girl, don’t fight it.”

When she cums, it’s hard and fierce. I kiss her as she screams, muffling the sound of it as her body is hit with wave after wave of pleasure. She whimpers and shudders against me, pulling her mouth away so she can take in a big breath of air.

I wait for her to fully come down before sliding my hand out of her dress. Sucking my fingers clean, I give her a wink before saying, “I will never get tired of making you cum.”

She laughs and gives me a soft kiss.

“I’ll never get tired of you making me cum.”

“I’m glad to hear that because once we get back to the apartment I’m going to fuck you and make you cum so many times that you won’t even be able to remember your own name.”