In the group of pictures is one of her and Trinity making cupcakes, another of her and Gauge on their parents’ back porch, and then one from today. I recognize the shirt she had on as she drove by me. It’s her and Hayden, at All That and a Bag of Chips, grinning widely. More than likely they’d met for lunch.
My brain goes directly to what Nat had looked like with the white towel wrapped around her tan chest. Closing my eyes, I go back to that moment again.
Surprise had struck me stupid as I came into the bedroom. The last thing I’d expected to see was her in a towel. Not that I haven’t thought about it.
I have.
More than I should’ve.
She’s gorgeous. Skin tan from hanging out with Trinity. They’re always outside doing this or that. More than anything, she makes sure my daughter doesn’t spend all her time in front of a computer or the TV. This memory brings a new picture with it. Tan lines.
Like an asshole, I wonder if they’d gone down lower. Triangles of white skin standing out in stark relief against the caramel hue.
My breathing picks up speed as I get carried away with my thoughts.
In those triangles of white skin would be her nipples right in the middle. If she wants me the way I want her, they’d be standing at attention, begging desperately for my mouth.
Shit.
I tilt my head back against my pillow, running my tongue along my dry lips.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
I am, though.
Right under the waistband of my boxer briefs, my cock is begging for the type of attention it hasn’t had in way too long.
It wants a woman in a bad way. Unfortunately, it’s going to have to make due with my hand as I fantasize about the one I want in my bed.
She’s standing before me, her head tilted to the side, bottom lip between her straight, white teeth. Letting it go with a noise, she smirks. “Like what you see?”
Never thought her for a straight shooter like this. In my previous fantasies, I always imagined she would be shy. Something about today changed the way I thought of her.
“Yeah, I have a feeling you know I’ve been looking.”
This time, she’s bashful and shy as her eyes deflect from mine. “I hoped you were, but I wasn’t sure.”
Reaching down, I grab hold of my cock over the fabric of my boxer briefs and squeeze the length before bringing my palm up over the head. Fumbling with the elastic, I shove my briefs down below my ballsack, just to get them out of the way.
“Is that all for me?” She asks, walking toward me, her hands at the top of the towel.
“If you want it.” My voice is deeper than I ever recall it being, full of gravel and longing.
She grins as she gets to where I am. Now that she’s standing in front of me, her fingers let go of the towel and expose her body to my gaze. Starting from the top of her dark head, my eyes travel, making a roadmap of the places I swear I’m going to explore.
“Eyes up here.” Nat points to her face. “You don’t know what I look like yet.”
Even fantasy Natalie is busting my fucking balls.
“I know what I think you look like.”
“But it’s not the real thing. Until you know for sure, you don’t get to see.”
She slips her hand over my eyes. Immediately, I’m blind to what she looks like, but holy shit my sense of touch is on high alert. Dipping in, her lips cover mine. Our tongues duel as we fight for much needed space. Pulling back, I breathe heavily. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
Her voice is rough, full of passion and everything I wanna hear. “Not as long as I have.”
Dream Natalie takes hold of my cock, pumping it up and down.