“I want you,” I tell him.
“Be specific, love.”
“I want you to…you know.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Donald,” I try again, meeting his gaze. “I want you to have sex with me. Here.” I point to the bed, and he erupts with laughter. He starts laughing loudly, chuckling, and then he can’t seem to stop.
This kind of infuriates me, to be honest. I was totally brave! I asked him. I told him what I wanted and he’s got the balls to laugh at me.
“What the hell are you laughing about?” I feel a little embarrassed, but also kind of irritated.
“Natalie, what the fuck?” He wipes the tears from his eyes. “Are you trying to prank me or are you seriously asking me to fuck you right now?”
“I…I…”
His face softens. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. Natalie, I thought you were making a joke. Why else would you ask me like that? So bluntly, I mean, unless…” Then his eyes widen, and he steps forward and pulls me close to him.
“I was trying to seduce you,” I whisper.
“Natalie,” he says. “Are you a virgin, love?”
I blush furiously.
“Natalie?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’ve never done this before, Donald.”
“Why me?” He asks. His voice is a whisper. He’s being gentle, cautious.
“I like you, Donald.”
“I’m sure you like a lot of people, Natalie.”
“It’s different, with us. Isn’t it? You feel it, too.”
He knows what I’m saying, but I’m not going to call on dragon lore right now. I’m not going to tell him we might be mates, that maybe, just maybe, this thing between us is destined to be this way.
Donald looks at me for a long time. Then he reaches for my face. Cupping it, he kisses me softly, gently, and then he pulls back and smiles softly at me.
“I feel something,” he admits. “I wasn’t sure if you could feel the pull, too.”
“Like we’re connected by an invisible thread,” I tell him.
“Exactly like that. Natalie, I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. You know that, don’t you?”
“Show me, Donald,” I whisper. Then he kisses me again.
He worships me with his mouth, slowly. Carefully, his hands begin to explore my body, and I find him taking off my shirt and pushing my pajama pants off. I don’t have anything on beneath them, so I’m naked before him.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, kneeling down in front of me. He leans forward with his mouth and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses me, teases me, and licks me while his hands move lower.
Softly, he begins to stroke me between my legs while he plays with my breasts. I’m still wet from earlier: aroused from the fumbling hand job. I don’t pretend I did a perfect job, but it was passionate, and it was fun, and I’ve never been so turned on before in my life.