Mr. Mysterious In Black (18 page)

This time, I couldn’t hold back my laughs. “Natalio, I wasn’t trying to kill myself. Stop overreacting!”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “That’s what they always say when they get caught.”

Unable to help it, I bubbled into laughter. “Okay, dude. Just
stop
. You worry about me too much.”

There was a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re making jest of my concerns?”

“No,” I squeezed through a fit of giggles. “I just think you’re too extreme. I’m not a child. You don’t have to worry so much about me.” I arched a brow at him. “You think I would’ve ended my life when I don’t yet know what it feels like to have
Natalio Nelson
inside me? Not a chance in hell!”

Suddenly, he looked pained and despairing. “I can’t have sex with you rough, Sadie. Not with you. I can’t. I’m sorry about that treatment just now…whenever I’m at a loss I always…do shit like that.”

“But shit like that is what I want.”

“I won’t.”

“Make love to me, then,” I breathed.

“No. That’s not what you want,” he said. “You only want me to make love to you because you think it’s what I want. I’ve told you what I want, Sadie. I want you to want what I want. I want you to want
me.
”

Oh Christ, this man was giving me migraines.”
I do want you, Natalio.”

“Not just for sex,” he snapped

“No, not just for sex.”

“How much, then?”

“More than you know.” I sighed. “You remember when we had pizza at that roof restaurant?”

“I remember every single thing we do together, Sadie. Every second of every minute I spend with you is monumentalized.”

This man…

“Okay. You remember asking me what was bothering me then?”

“Yes.”

“Well I was irate, disappointed and frustrated all at once because I thought you were gay.”

He afforded a short laugh.
Finally
. “You thought
I
was gay?”

I traced my fingers around his amazingly sculptured lips. “Yes. And I was pissed at myself. Pissed at you because I wanted you so much. I’ve wanted you since we first talked in the club. Fantasized about you. An odd current was just
there
between us. There’s something very familiar about you that makes me attached. I…I can’t explain it.”

Natalio gazed at me, unblinking, for several heartbeats. Then he smirked. “You fantasized about me?”

Shyness suddenly washed over me. “Yes.”

“What was I doing in your fantasies?” he drawled, flashing me a wicked grin.

“Oiling baby chickens…”

Natalio broke into a laugh. “What?”

“Just kidding,” I smiled back at him. “You were doing
very
naughty things to me, Nelson.”

“Like?”

Touching my lips with my forefinger, I whispered, “You kissed me very gently, here.”

Natalio brushed his moist lips against mine. “Like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Then, you let me taste your tongue.”

He kissed me then. And I opened for him, granting his tongue permission for exploration. And we kissed. Kissed how my Natalio thinks I should be kissed. Ardent. Savoring. Revering. Our tongues entwined. Mine massaging his. His massaging mine. And it’s divine. So…sublime.

Natalio kissed my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, nibbled on my ear. While I twisted and squirmed with need for him inside me.

“Sadie,” he groaned. “My Sadie.” His mouth traveled down to my neck, licking and tasting and nipping. “You smell of pear and lemon.”

“Your body wash,” I breathed.

On the left side of my neck he paused.”Can I?” he asked. “Lovebite,” he added when I raised an eyebrow in questioning.

Lovebites were tacky and obsolete…
But anything for you, Natalio.
“Yes.”

His warm mouth sucked at the delicate area of my neck. It stung slightly, and I remembered being given a lovebite at the exact spot. He released my flesh and stared at the mark, then said, “My neck. My mark. You’re mine.” He kissed me there again. “Every time you see it, you’ll remember me.”

Natalio resumed his jaunt down my body, kissing and nipping and licking down to my breasts. Twirling his tongue around one taut nipple then sucked, while he cupped and kneaded the other. Beneath him, I was like a slithering snake, bucking my pelvis up to his, trying to find some friction against his pants.

“Be patient,” he scolded, before trailing his warm tongue to the unloved breast, pleasuring commensurately.

“Natalio…” I moaned.

He dropped hot, melting kisses down my body, while brushing his hands gently up and down my sides. Briefly, he stopped at my navel for a quick swirl of his tongue and I bowed into him as warm fluids pooled at my center. He traveled lower, trailing kisses from hip bone to hip bone. And I was a like a jiggling pressure cooker control, whistling steam I could no longer hold. Just like this, I could orgasm, from his gentleness and tongue worshiping of every inch of my body.

He was right. He
knew
what I needed. He knew that I wanted all of this…all this tenderness. Softness that I haven’t felt in so long. He knew
me
. How? God, I wanted to weep.

Natalio kissed and nipped leisurely until he was finally where I desired him the most, but then, he stopped. And I could only feel his hot breath passing over my thirsty folds. I moaned noisily and bucked up my hips, but he must have moved his head back because I touched nothing.

“Oh, please, kiss me,” I begged.

Pitying my torment, he kissed my folds once.

“Again.”

He kissed me once more.

“Again and again and again,” I mewled in frustration. “Kiss me, lick me, suck me. Don’t stop even if I beg you to.”

“Granted,” he said, amusement evident in his voice.

Natalio ducked his head and showed no mercy, his tongue slaughtering my bud, sliding through and over my folds. I cried out in pleasure, begging him to stop, trying to get away but he held my trembling legs in place. It felt so good… “Natalio…”

Afloat I went as my legs went rigid, then my body vibrated. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod,” I cried as I neared my orgasm, about to detonate under the penalty of Natalio’s tongue. Then I did. I busted into pieces, fisting my hands in his hair as I did, bucking into his mouth as my come released, while Natalio’s mouth kept hold over my swollen bud.

Then, I went stiff and motionless, because I’d reached the peak.

With a long sigh, I fall back down. Every jigsaw piece of me fitting back to its rightful place. When I opened my eyes, Natalio was above me, smiling. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I whispered. “Why are you still dressed?”

“I was worried you’d fall asleep for fourteen hours again,” he teased.

“You give me orgasms like I’ve never had before,” I droned. “My body’s not habituated with such intensity. I guess that’s why…”

He kissed my lips. “Is that a good thing or a bad?”

Hungry for more, I tugged at his T-shirt. “Let me undress you and see what else your body can do to me, then I’ll get back to you on that.”

I yanked his shirt over his head, before he planted his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily. With a pop of his pants button, I unzipped it and shoved my hand down his pants, curling my fingers around his veined erection.

“Very impressive, Nelson.”

He groaned in response, flexing his hips forward.

My hand up moved and down his length, but his jeans restricted complete movements. “Take it off.”

Rising from above me and to his feet, he doffed his pants and boxers, reached over to the nightstand—giving me clear view of his amazing ass—retrieved a condom and handed it to me. “Do your thing,” he whispered as he came back above me.

I suddenly felt self-conscious, being nude and sprawled on his bed, with his lean and sculptured body looming over me. He was there for me. Live and erected. And I was to receive what I’d yearned since I first met him. “How do you know that I know how?”

“Because I
know
,” he said without a doubt.

He was right. I do know how. I was taught…

With agility and dexterity, I tore the packet, pinched, and rolled.

Natalio smiled at me. “Good girl.”

Sliding my fingers through my wet folds, I collected moisture and began stroking him. My moisture on his hard, rigid, distention allowed me to slide my hand up and down with easy grace. Natalio closed his eyes and breathed a long, throaty sigh that resonated in his shaft.

Situating his crest at my entrance, I sweltered, “My body yearns for you, Natalio. Take me, now.”

His eyes slowly opened and stared with much intensity into mine. A dark, hooded blue his eyes were, flaming with ardor.

Then with his gaze never leaving mine, he sank into me. All the way in, allowing me to feel his preponderate length. He bucked deep into me and in return I sucked air through my teeth at the intense pleasure of his penetration.

Oh god. This man…

Then he moved. Slowly. In and out.

He kept his pace, lifting my hips and circling into me. Shifting his hips around. In and out and around. My back was arched up because he’d gripped me by the waist as he knelt upright and fixed me steadily onto him, so that only my head and shoulders rested on the bed. That way, I was feeling everything, all of him sunk inside me as he circled his hips. He wasted none of himself, giving me every inch of him. The penetration was sweet pain and I wanted it to go on forever. “Ah…I…I love…the feel of you inside me.”

Since when did I babble this much during sex? Stop talking, Sadie!

“Natalio…please…don’t stop…”

Stop. Talking. Now.

Natalio made a flex of his hips that touched some secret spot which was like a rift to my soul. “M’god, Na…Natalio…”

How could he have such power over my body? He made me feel like saying all manner of things. Crazy things. Sweet things. Quote a poem. Sing a song. Anything. God, I felt so at peace. I wish this could go on forever.

Too soon, I felt myself quickening.

Natalio released his grip on my waist and brought my toes to his mouth as he slid in and out in torturous strokes. His warm mouth covered my toes. His pleasure-filled eyes locked on mine.

“Sweet sins,” he growled as he released my foot fell down unto me. Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me greedily as he picked up momentum. Driving into me, long, hard strokes. And I couldn’t moan or scream because his tongue was buried in my mouth.

I wrapped my legs around him as that known tingle darted through my body. And my mind began to swirl. Natalio was slamming deathly into me while my mouth was captured, it was so good. Unexpectedly, I exploded, my fingers gripping onto his biceps as I vibrated around him, my inner walls clenching at his shaft inside me.

“Christ, Sadie!” he hissed. “You feel…oh shit…” He slammed fiercely into me once, twice and on the third he came, pulsing, with a string of incoherent words, my name tangled in the mix.

Natalio collapsed unto me and hugged me tightly, repeating my name, “Sadie…Sadie…Sadie.”

But I was clinging tightly to him, too, with my eyes screwed shut, trying hard not to think about the eerie fact that he’d kissed me, touched me, made love to me, then called my name exactly like someone I once knew.

“J
eez, Nelly, your hair’s just too damn long. My fingers hurt,” I complained as I worked on the last cornrow.

Plaiting Nelly’s hair was always a laborious task because his was hair too soft and silky to grasp from his scalp, and then there was the length, around fourteen inches of hair. I wasn’t sure why he liked his hair plaited, anyway. Maybe it made him appear tougher and loutish? Or maybe he just liked me messing around in his hair.

“You don’t like my hair long? You wanna cut it?” Nelly asked, always ready to please me even when my carps were trivial. He made me feel as if he lived and breathed only for me.

“But then you’d lose all your strength and beauty, my dear Samson,” I teased. “I’m no Delilah, I could never do that to you.”

“So you like it then?”

“Of course I do. It just takes a hell of a long time to plait,” I said. “It’s my fingers that are protesting.”

Nelly was sitting cross-legged on a thick red blanket while I knelt behind him grooming his hair. We were at our favorite spot—under the giant oak tree—in the park where we spent most of our time together. Happiness has been a close friend of mine since I’ve met Nelly. He was what I never knew I needed. Someone who made me smile, someone who gave me hope. He was attentive, caring, considerate and passionate. Over and over he’d assured me of his burning love for me, but I hadn’t the courage to return the words. Why? Because it was hard enough to believe any of this was real, to believe it’ll last. For one, I only saw him on the weekends. It was onerous agony waiting for weekends to arrive so I could touch, taste and feel him. Though, we chattered and texted profusely during the week, for he’d bought me a smartphone and a laptop.

Nelly was the center of my world, all I thought about, all I dreamed about. But, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that one day I’d wake up and it would all be over. As if it never happened. It was too good to last. And I don’t believe in happy endings. No such thing exists.