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  He crawled up the bed over her body, already writhing beneath his, dying to feel his skin against hers. His mouth took hers again, slowly this time, savoring her taste, as she relished the velvety feel of his tongue stroking hers.

  Michael’s lips made a fiery trail down her neck, over her shoulder, nibbling, licking, and kissing along her flesh. He slid her bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups down, freeing her breasts. He almost salivated just from looking at them. They called to him, begging him to take them in his mouth. He took one pointed finger and began to make deliciously tortuous circles around her nipples before he took one between them and plucked it.

  “There won’t be one inch of your body that I won’t intimately know before I’m finished with you tonight, Natalie. Not one inch of skin that won’t be mine.”

  And that was the truth, the sad truth from the first day they’d met. She was always his.

  His mouth finally bent to take a hungry point in it. Natalie’s soul cried out, ‘Halleluiah!’ as the delicious drug of desire flamed through her, and she began to soar.

  Michael felt the beast within him shake itself wildly inside him. An erotic grin spread across his lips. The beast had waited a long time for this moment. The time to unleash himself again and savor the delicacies he hungered for. Michael was going to let him loose tonight and sate its ravenous hunger.

  Michael began to lick, suck, and lavish her breasts, feasting on them slowly and thoroughly. His focus was so controlled and so hungry, it brought her to the point of coming. Her hands touched every inch of his body they could reach. She needed to consume him somehow, her hunger for him was so intense. He made good on his promise to know her body as his mouth touched her all over, arms, stomach, legs, everywhere, as he removed the last pieces of her clothing slowly and deliciously. Over and over again, he nudged her to the cliffs edge with his lips, tongue, fingers, and hands, each time pulling her back just before she soared. Plunging, licking, stroking, nibbling, pinching, thrusting. He was driving her wild. Michael lavished the scars of her life that speckled her body, learning each one, acquainting himself with them, his kisses and tongue adoring them. When he finally came to rest between her thighs with his face poised seductively above her sex, she knew she was dripping for him.

  “I love how you smell,” he murmured, his face a breath away from her, so close the air that escaped his mouth sent a rush through her. He inhaled deeply before lowering himself to take a long, slow swipe over her folds, his tongue flat against her, then flicking her clit with it. “And the way you taste…I could feast on you for hours.”

  She shuddered and cried out.

  ‘God, the man’s going to kill me. And it’s going to be sooo good…,’ the words rang through her mind as her head thrashed from side to side.

  Michael’s hands clamped onto her thighs and pushed them apart as he began to suck, his tongue plunging deep inside. He knew what he was doing, pushing her to the brink of falling, then pulling her back. Her hands clasped his head as her back arched into him. She needed more, she needed him. She needed it all.

  Taking her throbbing clit between his lips, he rolled it around and flicked it mercilessly with his tongue.

  Tremors started to rock Natalie’s body as the explosion began inside her and surged through every part of her. Fireworks shot off behind her eyes and she cried out Michael’s name. It was magnificent. But she still needed to have him, needed him to be a part of her, inside her, taking her completely.

  When she came down, her hands sifting his hair between her fingers, still trembling from her orgasm, she whispered, “I want to taste you, Michael.”

  Natalie had to fill all her senses with him, have his taste still lingering on her tongue, the feel of his skin a whisper on her fingertips, his smell swirling around her mind. She wanted everything that was him in each corner of her memory.

  He shifted his body up and rolled her on top of him. She stared down into his face, studying the lines and contours of it, tracing the outlines along his cheek, his jaw, and his lusciously full lips she’d always loved. There in Michael’s eyes was the same dark and dangerous power she’d felt the first time their eyes had met. The sultry, primitive sensuality caressed her with only his look. She kissed him, gently at first, stroking her tongue along his lips as her fingertip danced with their tongues. Feeling their kiss with her finger, their tongues snaking it as they snaked each other, made it so much more incredibly erotic, it fueled their passion as they ground their mouths and bodies together.

  She licked Michael down his neck, circled his nipples with her tongue, then over his stomach, until her cheek rested on his steely velvet cock. Natalie rubbed her face against it as her nails scraped softly down his body. She could feel him tense under her, anticipating the feel of her mouth enveloping his shaft.

  She turned her face and licked along the base of the head, then sucked it into her mouth. She felt Michael take in a sharp breath and tense again. She released it to make soft little nibbles along the shaft as she took his balls in one hand, and played with the head with the other. Sliding her hand down the length of him, she pushed him deep in her mouth and began to suck him hard. She tasted the oozing liquid seep from him as his flavor embedded itself in her taste buds.

  “Stop,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

  If he didn’t stop her, he was going to come. And he wanted to be buried so deep inside her, he would feel her heart beat against his cock when he did. He had to have her hugging him with her velvet pussy, feel her greedily squeezing every drop of cum from him with each spasm of her orgasm, as she screamed his name. He needed it more than his next breath.

  He slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her back up.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he said, rolling them over, and easing her onto her stomach.

  He pulled both her arms over her head and clasped her hands with one of his.

  His mouth was so close to her ear, she could feel his warm breath caressing her skin. His lips whispered against the thin flesh as he told her, “Open your legs for me Natalie.”

  She almost moaned out loud.

  As she laid pinned beneath him, feeling the pounding of his heart against her back, her legs separated as desire roared through her again. His tongue swirled around the outline of her ear before he pulled it gently between his teeth. His free hand slid down the curves of her now womanly body, exploring the dips and curves of her figure.

  “Delicious,” he murmured deeply.

  Natalie closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the erotic sensations of his explorations.

  His mouth began to taste her all over again, nibbling down the muscles of her back, followed by the stroking of his tongue up her spine. His hands slid up her thighs as his body moved down hers, following the trail of his lips. Expert fingers began to move through her wetness, tantalizing her, finding her secret places, knowing her completely inside and out. She was drowning in the ecstasy of what he was doing to her. While his fingers found that magic spot inside her, his teeth, lips, and tongue made the skin on the round globes of her cheeks scream with delight. Michael continued to set her skin on fire as his mouth moved down the backs of her legs. He licked the backs of her knees slowly and deliberately while his finger thrusting in and out of her rubbing that sensitive spot inside was sending her into an erotic frenzy, making her walls clamp down on him. That innocent, simple caress with his tongue was the sexiest thing he’d ever done to her.

  “No, baby, you’re not coming yet. I want to be inside you, feeling you hug me when you do,” he said huskily as he teased her again, flicking her clit.

  “Michael…,” she whimpered, drunk with her need for him.

  “I know, Natalie, ssshhhhh, baby…”

  He rose to his knees then lifted her hips in the air. She pulsed all over, anticipating the feel of him pushing into her, satisfying her hunger.

  She felt so open, so wild, and so crazy with need. Pushing her legs wider with his kn
ee, he opened her further and began to make slow circles through her juices around her hole, then he moved to her clit, teasing her more. She throbbed and ached for him to fill her. Natalie’s nails dug into the blanket as Michael pushed her further and further towards that cliff.

  Finally, he slid himself in, just the head, and stopped. The agony of waiting was ecstasy.

  Then he began to move.

  And she began to soar.

  “Natalie,” he growled, as his fingers dug into her hips.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  He pulled her against him as she felt him stretching her, filling that void that was so hungry for him. He held her against him tightly, her ass pressed against his hot skin, and she squeezed him tightly inside her.

  A raw animalistic sound escaped him and he began that ancient dance of lust. Sliding slowly in and out of her, he pulled and pushed her with him, grinding her against him, their bodies taking more and more. Their movements got hungrier, more demanding, pushing harder and faster. The slapping sounds as their bodies collided fueled them, driving their passion higher. His hand slid across her body and clasped her magic bundle of electricity, expertly fondling it, pinching it, rolling it around in his fingers, until they exploded, shattering into a million pieces.

  Michael roared out her name, and she screamed his, as the waves of their sacred union took over. They were lost in each other. It. Was. Perfect.

  Michael had never come with the intensity of what just rocked his world. He was consumed with love, desire, possessiveness…and hope. If he were a spiritual man, this would be his nirvana, what he had, right here, right now, with Natalie. And he never wanted it to end.

  Michael and Natalie collapsed onto the bed, still lost in the force of what they’d just shared. He pulled her close, and she sank into him.

  “Natalie…,” he breathed heavily.

  “Michael, I know…,” she whispered. She didn’t want him to say anything. She was afraid of what it might be.

  The way he held her told her everything she needed to know, she felt it all. In this moment, they loved each other. And right now, that was all that mattered.

  ***

  Early the next morning, she slipped out silently from Michael’s room after stealing a long glance at his peacefully sleeping body, burning it to her mind. Memories of last night flooded her, making her heart skip a beat.

  ‘If I never speak to him or see him again, at least we had last night as our last time together,’ Natalie thought as pain and melancholy gripped her heart.

  She hadn’t told Michael which room she was staying in, but he could have them call if he wanted to. She didn’t want to have any uncomfortable goodbyes, or clumsy conversations. She didn’t want anything to tarnish the beauty of what they’d shared.

  As Natalie drove home an hour later, thoughts of that teenage girl that fell in love with him flashed through her mind like a slideshow. Her ghost had never quite found peace.

  She was so young, so naïve, so innocent, and so, so stupid. And so madly, wildly, passionately in love.

  It was 1985…

  2 CHAPTER TWO

  1985

  January in New Paltz, NY could be frigid cold, the kind of cold where the inside of your nose freezes together when you breathed. The icy gravel crunched beneath Natalie’s platform heels as she walked through the long rows of cars towards the entrance of the nightclub. But it didn’t matter. Everyone’s blood pumped and was adrenalized by the excitement of tonight’s prospects. They were young, they were wild, they were invincible, and they were ageless. They had nothing but time, and right now, tonight was going to be the best night of their life.

  Friday night and Joe’s East West Bar’s parking lot was packed at 11:00 p.m., every single one of these people was a celebrity in their own mind.

  Natalie thought, ‘Where did they all come from in this two-bit town?’

  There was a long line to get in, something usually seen in the summer, but it was moving fairly quickly, so there was no risk in developing hypothermia while they waited. When they approached the door, she handed the bouncer her fake ID, he scanned it, then handed it back to her, granting her entrance with his almighty power. They could hear Madonna playing inside, the music mingling with the voices of the people in line. Natalie was with her older brother, Vinnie, and she knew he was going to take-off the minute they walked through the door. She was meeting her best friend Lisa tonight so she didn’t care that he was going to abandon her. When they finally got in, she walked past the coat-check and headed straight for the bar, Vinnie walked the other way. Natalie wasn’t much of a drinker but this vantage point would serve two purposes: first, it would give her something to do while she looked for Lisa. Second, it allowed her a good viewpoint to look for her from. While she waited for the weak screwdriver, she spotted Lisa just when she noticed her. Lisa grabbed the guy’s elbow whom she stood next to and walked him over to where Natalie was standing at the bar.

  “It’s about time,” Lisa shouted over the loud music, giving Natalie that blinding smile of hers.

  No one had a smile like Lisa, it was her best accessory. She had style, there was no doubt about it, the kind only someone who’d grown up in the city had.

  Lisa had moved upstate with her family last year from Brooklyn after her father died. She was the coolest person Natalie knew, very mature and sophisticated. Lisa was also beautiful, bi-sexual, and had bad hair.

  “I know, Vinnie takes longer than I do to get ready,” Natalie half-heartedly apologized while eyeing the cute guy Lisa had dragged along, who was looking at Natalie like she was his next meal.

  One of the only good things about being from a small town, and going to the same place over and over again, is everyone knows each other, which also kind of sucks. Natalie was sure she’d never seen this guy before. She immediately also knew he was from the city, she thought it must be something in the water over there. He was at least part Latin, his coloring, dark hair and mustache were strong indicators, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked at Natalie. And it made her smile shyly at him as the butterflies took flight in her stomach. He was cute and he appeared to have a kind face. Natalie hoped that when he opened his mouth, he wouldn’t ruin it.

  “Natalie, this is Johnny. He’s from Brooklyn,” Lisa introduced them.

  “Hi,” Natalie greeted him, “it’s nice to meet you.”

  Johnny moved in a little closer and looked at Natalie as if she were the only girl in the club.

  “Not as nice it is to finally meet you, you are so beautiful,” Johnny said as he leaned further onto the bar, wrapping his presence around her.

  Ding. Ding. Ding. Give the guy $200, he’s just passed ‘Go’.

  “I’m gonna go dance, come and meet us when you finish your drink,” Lisa told Natalie with a little smirk on her face. What she’d really said was, ‘I brought you a present, and you can thank me later.’ She pushed her way through the crowd and back towards the dance floor.

  “How come I’ve never seen you here before?” Johnny asked as he took Natalie’s hand in his.

  “I don’t come out very often,” she answered him as she felt the blush creep over her face.

  This guy definitely wasn’t a local country boy. Natalie didn’t want to tell him she was sixteen because she thought that would scare him away. And she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could. The guys from the city were very different from the local guys; they were so much sexier.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” she said, quirking her head and looking up at him.

  He smiled. He was sweet. Then he replied, “I guess I never got lucky before.”

  Good answer, “And now?”

  “I’m really glad you’re here,” Johnny said quietly as he leaned in to place a light kiss on Natalie’s lips.

  ‘Oh my God,’ her mind roared.

  Johnny was smooth, sexy, and cute, and he had just made Natalie’s whole shitty school year non-existent. Attention
from a cute city-guy was exactly what the doctor ordered to boost her confidence.

  When she finished her drink, Johnny led her to the dance floor.

  Natalie was stunned when he started to move. She had never hustled with anyone who was as good as Johnny. She instinctively knew he was being easy with her by the way he led her, possibly gauging how skilled she was.

  There were different degrees of how well somebody could dance: mediocre, good, and phenomenal. Most people were mediocre, and only a very select few were phenomenal. Natalie was ok, she would never embarrass herself and think she was anything else. While she was in Johnny’s hands, she felt his moves begging to come out, the sensual and passionately heated turns and spins. When two people hustled together who were really good, it was breathtaking. Natalie knew just by how he held her and moved her, Johnny was a professional.

  ‘FUCK. I know I’m going to make a fool out of myself,’ Natalie thought.

  But Johnny made her feel comfortable, and that eased her inhibitions. She relaxed in his arms when she danced with him and stopped worrying if she looked bad, she almost didn’t care, Natalie felt that at ease. He made her feel like a good dancer, that’s how good he was.

  Natalie saw her brother approaching them on the dance floor and she instantly tensed. Vinnie wasn’t the overprotective type of brother, but anytime a little sister is dancing with a stranger, and her older brother walks up to them for no reason, you start to worry. When he came up to them, he tapped Johnny on the shoulder to get his attention.

  ‘Oh God, what’s he going to do? We’re just dancing?’ Natalie’s mind raced.

  “What’s up brother,” Johnny greeted him, smiling broadly, while still holding Natalie.

  “We’re going upstairs, you wanna come?” Vinnie asked him.

  ‘They know each other!?’ the realization floored her, and she was sure the surprise could be seen on her face.

  “Naw, man, this is Natalie,” Johnny answered as he pulled her forward to introduce Natalie to her brother.