Chapter 9

Natalie

Alittle shiver rushes through me as I stare at myself in the mirror. Cooking dinner with Jamison tonight was a million times more enjoyable than previously, and not simply because we made the spiciest fajitas ever to eat.

We'd run through most of the meals his mom and sister had made up last week and went to the store Sunday afternoon, loading up on groceries to get us through the remainder of this week. He's so amazing. Everything he did for me that first night showed me, but god, spending time with him this past week just intensified that knowledge.

If I wasn't completely in love with him—even if I haven't told him that much—prior to hearing him and Jasmine on the phone together, I definitely would have been afterwards. He's so sweet to her and her daughters that it makes me want to have one of our own, which is insane considering the crap with Craig is still coming through. Every day the messages are growing worse, his anger at not knowing where I am, is intensifying, and I just want to be done with him.

As much as I want to have Jamison's babies right now, I also want to finish school. Without the hassles and issues of Craig looming over me. This whole thing with him and my grades just makes me want to have that degree in my hands more, to prove that I did it, that he didn't destroy me.

Which is also why I'm staring at myself in the mirror right now, trying to decide if I can walk out there to Jamison in this skimpy little nightdress or if I should just put on my normal shirt—with nothing under it this time that is. I'm not going to let Craig take over any more of my mind, my life. No, I'm taking what I want and that's Jamison. His hands and mouth on me, his body pressed against mine, loving me, because every kiss and touch from him is filled with love and I can't stop from wanting more of it any longer.

I don't even know why I bought this nightie. I saw it in the store six months before I even met Craig, so it definitely wasn't for him, but then I never wore it even for myself. It just felt weird to do it at the dorm, so today is the first time it's been on my body, and I'm anxious to know what Jamison might think of it.

I let out a deep breath knowing if I spend any more time in here, he's bound to come looking for me, and make my hand turn the doorknob to open the bathroom door. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked after all. He knows what's beneath this. I'm simply wearing it to show him I'm ready, for him, for more. He's held me every night since he got here, not pushing for a single touch, just holding me close so I know it's up to me to make the first move. Even if it's a bit scary to do so.

"Hey baby, do you want…" Jamison's words stop as he turns from the couch towards me, his eyes wide and I can't help but smile as he runs his hand over his mouth, a soft groan falling it.

"I'm not interested in watching a movie tonight," I tell him, seeing his laptop hooked up to the TV. There's no cable and the local channels don't come through the greatest with the little antenna, so it's either watching DVDs or something saved to a computer.

When he learnt that I love all the potentially nerdy movies like ‘The Lord of the Rings' trilogy and even ‘The Hobbit' movies, he hooked up his laptop to it. We've been watching them and others he has downloaded to his laptop before bed.

"Nat, baby…" he says, his tone thick and deep, which makes my nipples harden fully beneath the lace of the top.

"What?" I tease playing with the string of the bow that's between my breasts.

"You're not playing fair here, baby girl. I'm trying to do the right thing and give you time…"

"I know you have, and it makes me love you so much more for it, daddy," I state, looking up at him with a grin as he crosses the space to reach me. His breathing deepens and his hands grab me by the waist, pulling me fully up against him.

"Say that again, angel, I think I went a little deaf seeing you in this," he demands, his fingers wrapping around mine that are on the strings, giving it a little more pressure making it start to come undone.

"I love you, Jamison," I tell him softly, lifting my arms up around his neck with a grin as his eyes darken three shades. They're like dark storm clouds and I could easily drown in them. "You've given me plenty of time to feel secure with you, but I don't need any more. I need you. Want you. Want you to be my daddy in every way."

"Thank the fuck," he growls, his mouth coming down to mine, stealing my soft little gasp with his lips before his tongue pushes in, teasing mine, as he lifts me fully against him. My legs wrap around his waist, a little moan falling, feeling more air on my breasts, and then warmth replaces it making my hips jerks, pushing deeper against him once more.

Rough skin drags against my breast, sending little shocks down my body, and I arch further into his touch when it lifts from my skin. The cool sheets hit my back seconds before Jamison's body lifts from me, making me whimper at the loss.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, baby girl," he groans, his eyes running down my entire body, making me feel it in so many ways. "I love you more than anything, angel, but I'm only so strong," he adds when he stays standing next to the bed watching me. "If you have any doubts, any at all…"

"Take me, make me yours, daddy," I tell him, arching my body a bit more, and the lace falls completely to the sides, baring my entire chest to him.

"Fuck," he groans, making me shiver as his hand squeezes his cock hard, showing off his impressive length to me once more as the silky material of his shorts bulges.

He jerks his shirt off over his head, baring his chest for me in return, and holy crap. I know I've seen it every day since we met, but he's so ripped it always takes my breath away. I want to touch every inch of his body, starting with his chest, traveling down his sculpted abs, along the impressive definition of the v of his hips. Ending with my hands on his hard cock—along with my mouth as well.

My hips shift, lifting the bottom of the nightie a hint more, and Jamison's hands move before I can even begin to guess what he's doing. He grasps the material just below my breasts, and tugs hard, tearing the lace away, revealing the flimsiest little g-string beneath it.

"Tell me you didn't buy this for someone else," he growls at me, his fingers sliding beneath the little triangle of them, brushing against my heated skin as they go.

"Just for myself when I saw it just after my nineteenth birthday. I never wore it until tonight," I promise him, letting out a little gasp when the strings pull taunt, then snap as he rips the bottoms from me.

"Good girl, because all of you belongs to daddy now, doesn't it? The only one you'll ever buy sexy little things to wear for is me, to let me tear them off you before marking your body as mine all over again," he states and I moan, unable to stay still as my body flares with heat at his words. The look in his eyes is intense and honest, and god, I love it.

"Yes, all yours," I promise, arching into his mouth when he covers a breast, his hand teasing the other nipple harder, before switching, leaving them both wet and me needing more, as his mouth moves lower and lower. His hands push my thighs open, his shoulders coming down between them, and I arch fully into his mouth when he goes straight for my clit.

He doesn't tease me, doesn't begin to try and prolong it. He dives in, giving me exactly what I need—an intense orgasm that has me writhing beneath him, wanting even more still.

My hands roam over his shoulders as he licks up every drop of my desire that leaks from my slit, the rough pad of his fingers stroking inside me. One then two, giving me three before I break into another orgasm that pulls a scream from me. "Daddy, please!"

"I've got you angel. Daddy's got his baby girl," Jamison whispers against my lips, his body sliding against mine, every inch of him just as bare, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard length bob eagerly against my pussy.

"Inside me, please," I beg, as his tip teases my opening. His hard chest presses against mine, sending tingles through my tight nipples as he breathes hard, his body tense.

"It might hurt, baby, but I'll make it better, I promise," he warns, his mouth teasing mine as a hot stretch fills my pussy. A little whimper falls as he butts up against my innocence, but I don't want him to stop. Don't want him to pull out. I want him inside me completely.

"Breathe baby girl, so daddy can make you his," Jamison says as my body tenses, his hand lifting my face to his, letting me see the blistering heat in his storm cloud eyes. It sends lightning bursts through me, electricity sizzling everywhere we touch, wrapping me in a layer of intense elation I never knew existed.

I drag in a deep breath, rubbing against him more, which just makes my body stir further, and a soft scream falls when he gives me a hard thrust, breaking through my innocence. It's a mixture of pain and heat and electricity that I can't begin to describe. It feels so good, even the bits of pain that accost me as my hips move, trying to take him in further.

"Easy now, Nat. There's no rush. I'll give you every bit of pleasure you can handle angel. Just lay still, let daddy enjoy how good you feel wrapped around me," he urges me, and it sends another wave of pleasure through me.

"More please," I plead as the pain fades, leaving me with a hunger I can't stop from deepening.

"Always for you, baby girl," he says, kissing me softly before his hips begin to move, nice and gentle thrusts at first. My legs wrap around his waist tighter. My hips lifting up for each thrust, wanting them deeper, and he doesn't disappoint.

Jamison lets out a low grunt, his hand tightening in my hair, before his hips begin to pump, harder and faster. Our lips find each other with soft little kisses as we drag in breath, my body building with urgent need.

"Daddy, please…I'm so close," I whine, my body arching against his, and I burst before I can begin to say another word. His cock thrusts upward, hitting my g-spot, and everything goes hazy.

My hand digs into his shoulder, the hard muscles there tightening more, and Jamison lets out a full guttural moan. His ass tightens beneath my legs, and I come again as he bursts into his own orgasm, flooding me with his cum.

"I love you, angel," he says softly, his lips finding mine for a deeper kiss, before his face falls against my neck, holding me close.

"I love you too, daddy," I promise, my body humming with aftershocks, as I slide my hand into his hair, pulling his face further against my skin when he gives it a kiss. His teeth nip at me, but I don't care. I want him to mark me in every possible way.

Well, maybe not one just yet. Much as I want his baby marking my belly, I think we should hold off on that for now. I could definitely go for having a lot more of this, just us, spending nights like this right now. A baby would be amazing, but time with just us, especially if I can finish my degree first, is something I won't argue to change. Not with as much work as I'm sure it'll take to finish my degree on top of Jamison's potential long hours when he's finishing projects.

"What are you thinking, baby girl?" Jamison asks, interrupting my thoughts making me smile.

"That you asked me a question last week I never answered," I tell him, pulling his eyes up to mine in confusion. "You told me the only thing we had left to discuss is if I wanted to wait on having kids until I finish school."

"And?" he says, a smile on his lips that I adore. "If you want to stop taking your pills, I'm fine with that, Nat. You'll have my name before a baby's born though, that I won't compromise on."

"I want kids with you," I admit, leaning up to drop a kiss onto his smiling lips. "I just think that with me going to school and you working, we might not have a lot of time to spend together just us, connected like this," I add, my foot stroking his leg with a grin as he lets out a moan. His cock wakes, stretching me, and while there's a hint of an ache, it feels so perfectly amazing I don't want him to pull out.

"So you'd like to spend our free time together for a bit before we add babies to the mix?" he says and I nod, pulling a low hum from him that makes my body pimple. "I won't say no to that at all, as long as you live with me, let me take care of your schooling if the school tries anything stupid with your scholarship, and you agree that by the time you graduate, you'll take my last name."

"Deal," I agree with no issue at all on any of it. I'd marry him tomorrow if there weren't other issues that I don't want to think about right now. I don't want to ever think about him while naked with Jamison.

"Are you sore?" he asks, his tongue licking up my neck, his teeth nibbling along my jaw, and I can't help but moan.

"No, not at all," I promise, because even if I were, I'd still want this. Want him.

I let out a little gasp when he turns us, settling me over his lap, his thickness hitting deeper inside me, and I let out a low moan, my hands grabbing hold of his chest as it wakes every last bit of me.

"I've been dreaming of you riding me since I walked in here and saw all of you, baby."

"Oh god," I moan, as his hands grip my hips, shifting me on his hardness, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"God's not allowed in here to see how beautiful you look riding my cock, angel. Only daddy gets to see you come undone," he states, making me laugh and moan at the same time, a smile hitting me seeing the look of complete and utter awe on his face as his eyes roam over my body.

I was never overly conscious about it, but also never overly confident in it either. Not until now, seeing how he can't take his eyes off me. It sends any lingering inhibition out of me, and I rock on his cock, letting my hands trail over his chest. Swiping my thumbs over his flat, hard nipples, pulling a groan from him that fills me with pleasure.

"Daddy likes that, doesn't he?" I tease, leaning forward to swipe a tongue over his nipple, and I only get one taste of each, before I'm on my back again. In a single breath I whine as Jamison pulls out of me, then let out a rush of it as he flips me onto my belly, a small smack landing on my ass when I start to get up.

"You are so fucking perfect, baby girl," he grunts, before he fills me, his hands gripping my waist tightly.

"Daddy, yes, oh yes," I cry as he fucks into me deeper and harder. His hips smack against my ass over and over, his mouth teasing my neck, and as his fingers pinch my nipples, I come apart hard.

"Give me another one, baby. One more Nat," he groans against my ear, his voice deeper still as I come down, and it sends me teetering back on the edge.

"Daddy, please," I whine as I linger on the precipice of it, but the whine turns to a scream when his fingers rub my clit hard. His mouth bites my neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to feel it, and it shatters me, sending me over with him following right behind.

I fall asleep in his arms after he cleans us up, never wanting to leave here and him—leave what's between us because it's so incredibly amazing.