Passing Through

Part Twenty

"I want to taste you, to touch you...."

"I need you in me, now....please."

She was begging him, and he could never refuse her, so reaching to his bedside table, he retrieved a strip of condoms, he'd optimistically put them there earlier. Within seconds he had one rolled on, and slipped over her, kissing her fiercely as he literally found heaven inside the warmth of her body. It was furious, aggressive and passionate, they clawed at each other, teeth biting, nails scratching, and far too quickly it was over.

But as Bo pulled Natasha against him, her thundering heart close to his own, he knew he'd never felt so much passion, so much pleasure in his life before.

They'd slept, wrapped together, their bodies slick and hot fused together.

"I need a shower," Bo breathed against her hair. "You want to join me?"

She opened an eye and looked at him, "what time is it?"

He reached for the bedside table and his rather expensive looking watch, "two am. Just after."

She was relieved that the night wasn't over, but still felt a little self conscious. He wanted her in the shower, and she just wasn't ready.

"You shower," she dropped her eyes, "I'll get us a drink?"

Long fingers wrapped around her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, "are you having regrets?"

He rolled so that they were nose to nose and she couldn't avoid him, "no. Not regrets." It was as honest as she could be.

"Then what is it?"

She shrugged, not wanting to let him see her insecurities, but then she couldn't seem to hide from him, "you've slept with models."

He rolled again, this time moving over her, "you're feeling a little modest?"

"Inadequate?" she offered, lifting her eyes slightly.

"Fuck." He shook his head in disbelief, then pressed himself into her leg. "You feel that? You saw it earlier? I cannot get enough of you, there is literally nothing about you that isn't perfect."

She rolled her eyes, "love handles, big thighs...."

He silenced her with a kiss, then trailed his lips over her neck to her breasts, lavishing his attention on them, before lifting his head.

"You truly have the greatest boobs I have ever seen, I just want to lose myself in them."

As she blushed he continued, spewing praise about her tummy, her hips, her thighs....and then he was between her legs, and all conversation ended as he did what he'd promised to do from the off, sent her to heaven with his fingers and tongue.

As she collapsed in the aftermath of the greatest highest climax of her life, she allowed him to move her, and before she was even aware of what was happening, she was under the jet of his shower with him.

She was wearing his t-shirt as she filled two large glasses with water, Bo watched her from the other side of the counter, in just his shorts. He was sharing out the dessert he'd bought, not made. Some concoction of cream and fruit which he couldn't wait to feed to her, in bed. Guzzling the water with a desperation, he reached for her hand and dragged her back to the bedroom.

"This dessert looks good, but I want to eat it off you."

Natasha blushed at that, "you do?"

He nodded, "most definitely."

Pushing her back onto the bed, he tugged the t-shirt up her body, then devoured her with a kiss. When he pulled back, he reached for the spoon, and scooped up some raspberries and frothy cream. As he held it out to her he deliberately let it spill over on to her chest. As she gasped at the cold he bent and licked it off her breast.

She was giggling and a bit sticky by the time they'd finished, and he lay beside her. Spotting that tattoo on her ribs, he ran his fingers over it.

"If the arrow is straight, and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick..." He read, then looked at her. But she'd dropped her eyes, and pulled her arm to cover it.

"Personal?"

Nodding she turned so that he couldn't see it, "you don't permanently mark your skin for fun."

He nodded, in return but felt her shutting down a little. He didn't recognise the quote, and there was obviously a huge emotional link to that ink. She wasn't about to share that. He felt a little aggrieved, but he didn't deserve her trust, not to that extent. Not yet....anyway.