Passing Through

Part Twenty Two

 Chapter Twenty Two

They ate, they talked, and most importantly kept their hands to themselves for the next couple of hours as they got to know each other a little better, sharing childhood stories. He had told her several of his golfing disasters, as he loved the game but wasn't great at it, though it seemed that past and present teammates loved nothing more than a competitive game, and he was happy to indulge.

Then suddenly there was an awkward silence, as they reached a point of decision making, it was late enough that he could decide to go home, but they both knew he wanted to stay.

Sensing the awkwardness, she offered, finally standing from the dining table, "we could go to the pub, or...."

Then he kissed her again, and she knew that neither of them was going anywhere. She craved him like oxygen, and whilst that terrified her, in the midst of the fire that blazed between them, she had no logical thought. Backing her across the room to the sofa, she collapsed down onto it when the rear of her knees hit it, and he towered over for a long moment.

Kneeling between her legs, for a brief moment he looked down at her, face flushed, eyes sparkling, she was perfect. With a groan, he leaned into her, and their kisses resumed, fervent, almost violent in their nature, Bo was driven to be part of her, he wanted to consume her, be in her, but not just in a sexual way, he wanted to inhale her. He'd never felt like that before, she made him laugh, made him angry, made him challenge himself, and it had been a long time since he'd felt that alive.

And now, leaning over her, kissing her, feeling her firm breasts pressing against him, her tantalising thighs wrapped around him, he could quite happily die. He had never been romantic, but as he lay over her, he wanted to spout out poetry, and for the first time in his life, he understood Shakespeare writing sonnets.

His momentary lack of concentration saw her hands fly under his t-shirt, teasing his skin, touching him everywhere, and it was like a match to kindling. Within seconds he'd turned her, had her laid out on the sofa, and he was revealing her slowly and deliberately. Inch by inch. She was quivering as he explored her skin as he bared it with his teeth and tongue, nibbling and sucking at her neck, then licking her hard nipples through the lace of her bra. When she moaned and arched into his mouth, he managed to slide his hands beneath her and unfasten that item of clothing and tossed it theatrically over his shoulder. That made her chuckle, a light, flirty and sexy sound.

Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, the other over the back of the sofa, he growled before diving in to explore her warm and wet flesh with his own mouth and inquisitive fingers. She panted as he teased her, but he could feel her body tighten, then she blew apart with a scream, and it was the greatest sound in the world.

"Come on," he held out a hand once he'd climbed back to his feet. When she took his hand, he pulled her up. "There's a comfy bed here somewhere," she nodded and he smiled. "I have not finished with you yet."

A lie-in was a luxury for them both, and as Bo awoke, muscle by muscle, joint by joint, he savoured the stiffness in his body. And he didn't mean the one pressing into the gentle and soft buttock in front of him. They had literally performed a decathlon the previous evening, first on the sofa, then lots of messy fun in her bed, which led to the shower antics, where she'd knelt and taken him in her mouth. His body shuddered at the memory, and then how he'd repaid her several times over in the comfort of her bed.

He'd always had a healthy relationship with sex, enjoyed it, he had good stamina, which had always served him well in his life, but other than Daniele, he hadn't really had a relationship, regular or repeated contact with the same person. Now, with Natasha, suddenly he felt like a teenager, on one hand everything was too quick too dramatic, he could barely contain himself, but also now he wanted to experiment, out of the blue he thrived on trying new things, new ways to make her fall apart. As he lay in bed, feeling her body against him, he was tempted to start watching more movies or googling things just so that he could find new ways to please her. Not kink, that wasn't him, not really, but adventure.