Natalie is moving - under me

My cell rang around nine that evening. I saw Natalie's name flash across the screen and answered immediately.

"Hey, what's—"

"He knows," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "He found out. He's kicking me out tonight."

I didn't hesitate. "Pack what you can. I'm coming to get you."

Twenty minutes later I pulled up to her apartment building. She was sitting on the curb with two suitcases and a duffel bag—her entire life compressed into forty-five liters of belongings. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, with mascara streaked down her cheeks. Paul stood in the doorway behind her, arms crossed, watching with cold satisfaction as I loaded her things into my trunk.

Natalie didn't say much during the drive. She just stared out the window, shivering despite the warm evening air. When we got to my place—a modest one-bedroom with more space than I needed for one person—she stood in the living room looking lost, hugging herself.

"You can stay as long as you want,” I said, setting her bags down. "My studio is not big, but you are really welcome. Whatever you need."

She turned to me then, and I saw something shift in her expression. Gratitude mixed with something hungrier. "We share the bed," she whispered. "I want to be in your bed tonight."

We unpacked her things—mostly clothes and a few books, nothing that took up much space. I gave her a drawer, cleared some closet space, and made her feel at home. By ten o'clock she had showered, washing away the tears and the fight. She emerged wearing one of my t-shirts, the hem hitting her mid-thigh, her long legs bare beneath.

I was sitting on the couch when she walked over and stood in front of me, close enough that I could smell my soap on her skin.

She looked more confident, safe for the moment. So I decided to tease her a little to pick up where we left off.

"So," I said, looking up at her, "I should probably mention the house rules."

"House rules?" She raised an eyebrow, a ghost of that familiar playful smile returning to her lips.

"No bottoms allowed," I said, my voice dropping lower. "Not allowed in the entire studio or on the balcony. Not when we're alone."

Natalie's smile widened, becoming something predatory and hungry. She held my gaze as her hands moved under the hem of the t-shirt. Slowly—torturously slowly—she pulled her panties down over her legs, dropping them onto the tiles.

Still, I couldn’t see anything because my t-shirt was too big for her. She saw the way I looked at her and whispered that she had rules too.

“No T-shirts after 10 PM.”

And slowly lifted the t-shirt upwards, all the way over her head, revealing inch by inch her smooth thighs, then the curve of her hips, her bare, shaven pussy and finally, her perky breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

She let the shirt drop to the floor and stood there, naked and glorious, her beautiful 34C pear-shaped breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Her pussy was already glistening, that inviting mound with its smooth, hairless lips. That thigh gap I loved so much was on full display, the pink slit visible and beckoning between her legs.

She posed naked for me, in the doorway between the bedroom and the kitchen, showing me her young, ready body.

"Better?" she purred, stepping closer.

I didn't answer with words. I dropped to my knees right there on the floor, my face level with her inviting cunt. I could smell her arousal—sweet and musky, that unmistakable scent of a woman ready to be taken. I pressed my mouth against her, my tongue parting those smooth, bare lips to find the wet heat within.

Natalie gasped, her hands flying to my hair, gripping tight as I licked upward, finding her clit already swollen and peeking from its hood. I circled it with the tip of my tongue, then flattened my tongue to press against it firmly, making her knees buckle. I held her hips steady, keeping her upright as I feasted on her, my tongue dipping lower to gather her juices, then back up to tease that sensitive nub.

"Oh god," she moaned, her hips rocking involuntarily against my face. "Right there... yes..."

I pushed two fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit, curling them upward to find that rough, spongy spot on her front wall. Her cunt was dripping now, my chin wet with her essence, that delicious nectar I couldn't get enough of. I finger-fucked her steadily while my tongue worked her clit, feeling her walls tighten around my digits and her climb toward orgasm.

But before she could tip over the edge, she pulled my hair sharply, dragging my head back. "Bed," she commanded, out of breath, her voice thick with need. "Now. Fuck me."

I stood up, my cock already straining painfully against my pants, and she walked ahead of me, that perfect ass swaying, her pussy lips slightly parted and glistening, holding my hand. When we reached the bed, she turned and fell back onto the mattress, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her slit was on full display—pink, wet, open, and begging for my cock.

"Come here," she whispered, her blue eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me, lover. Fill me up."

I stripped off my clothes in seconds, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing, the purple head already leaking pre-cum. I crawled onto the bed between her spread thighs, positioning myself at her entrance. She reached down and grabbed my shaft, guiding me, rubbing my swollen helmet through her wet folds, coating me in her slickness.

"Look at me," she demanded.

I locked eyes with her—those beautiful blue pools—and pushed forward.

Her cunt was burning hot and impossibly wet, her lips parting easily around my invading flesh. I sank inside her slowly, watching her face for every reaction, watching her mouth fall open in a silent gasp as I stretched her. She was so tight despite how wet she was, her walls gripping me like a velvet vise, sucking me deeper.

"All of it," she begged, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. "Give me all of it."

I thrust forward in one long, smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt. My balls pressed against her ass, my pubic bone grinding against her swollen clit. Natalie cried out, her head falling back, her neck arching as I filled her completely. I could feel her cervix kissing my tip, that firm resistance at the end of her tunnel, and I ground against it, making her whimper.

"Yes," she hissed, her nails raking down my back. "Just like that. Oh!"

I pulled back slowly, watching my cock emerge glistening with her juices, watching her lips cling to my shaft, stretching outward as I withdrew, then pushing back in hard. The sound of our flesh meeting filled the room—wet, sharp slaps as I began to piston in and out of her tight sleeve.

"Look at that," she panted, propping herself up on her elbows to watch where we were joined. "Look at your cock fucking my little pussy. Bare. So good."

The sight was obscene and perfect—my thick shaft splitting her smooth, hairless cunt, her lips gripping me, turning slightly outward with each withdrawal, then swallowing me hungrily on each thrust. Her clit was swollen and prominent, peeking out from its hood, and I made sure to grind against it with every downward stroke.

I picked up the pace, fucking her with long, deep strokes, hitting her cervix with every thrust. Each time my tip kissed her womb, she let out a soft cry, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper. She was so wet that squelching sounds accompanied every movement, that delicious sloppy wetness of a woman thoroughly aroused.

"Harder," she demanded, her hands moving to her own breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. "Fuck me like you own me."

I obliged, slamming into her with force, the bed frame hitting the wall with a rhythmic bang. Her tits bounced with each impact, those lovely big globes swaying, her nipples hard and dark. I leaned down and captured one in my mouth, sucking hard as I continued to drill her, my hips working like a machine, my cock spearing in and out of her clutching heat.

"So deep," she moaned, her head thrashing side to side. "I can feel everything. I can feel you hitting my womb. Are you going to breed me, lover? Are you going to fill my cunt with your cum?"

Her filthy words drove me wild. I straightened up, grabbing her ankles and pushing her legs back toward her head, folding her in half to change the angle. Now I was driving straight down into her, my cockhead dragging heavily against her front wall with every stroke, hammering her g-spot and cervix simultaneously.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she screamed, her hands clutching the sheets. "Right there! Don't stop!"

I could feel her orgasm building, her walls fluttering around me, the rhythmic pulses beginning. I fucked her through it, not letting up, my own climax boiling up from my balls. The sight of her—legs spread, tits bouncing, cunt stretched around my bare cock, her face twisted in pleasure—was too much.

I slammed deep one final time, pressing hard against her cervix, and let go. The orgasm ripped through me, my cock jerking violently as I pumped rope after rope of hot semen directly into her unprotected depths. I could feel each spurt, each thick pulse flooding her, filling her, claiming her.

Natalie came simultaneously, her cunt clamping down on me like a fist, milking my cock for every drop. Her back arched off the bed, her scream raw and primal as her orgasm crashed through her, her juices mixing with my cum, creating a hot, slick mess between us. She kept convulsing, her hips bucking against me, taking every drop I had to give.

I collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, still spurting weakly, my cock twitching inside her spent pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me inside, not letting me pull out. Our warm sweat was now touching, and I could feel our juices leaking out around my shaft, pooling beneath her on the sheets.

"Stay like this, in me," she whispered, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips.

I shifted my weight slightly, still lodged in her tight heat, and looked down at her flushed, beautiful face. She smiled up at me—satisfied, claimed, mine.

"Welcome to my hotel," I said.

She laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled me down for another kiss, her tongue dancing with mine, her cunt gently squeezing my spent cock, keeping me hard enough to stay inside her as we drifted into sleep, joined and filled, both drained.

To be continued.