It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 9)
David x Natalie.. reposting because this wasn’t showing up in tags
Author’s note: wow were we blessed or what with those Chicago pics?! Also you guys, this took me days to write.
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All you wanted to do when you got home was sleep, but David wasn’t about to let that happen. After dropping Jason, Joe, and Jonah at their houses, the two of you (with Taylor in the back, since she brought the car to LAX) headed home. You’d taken a red eye, in typical David fashion, and landed after midnight, so Taylor was happy to go home and leave you two to go to bed. You’d slept a bit on the plane, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
“See ya in the morning” she called out when she walked from the Tesla to her car.
“Not too early– get some sleep!” you called back. David was hauling out your bigger bags and you grabbed the carry-ons and went to open the door. You turned on a few lights, and went to set your stuff in your room and David’s in his.
You’d hardly had a chance to drop the bags on his desk chair when you heard the rolling bags abandoned in the hallway and David was tackling you to the bed.. he tried to be gentle, but his eagerness took control.
The wind was knocked out of you, but you still giggled. To be fair, you did make him wait through a VERY long day. You were flat on your back with David beside you propped up on his forearm looking down at you as you laughed.
“Yeah I could have been a more graceful with that, but I was trying to be romantic!” he pouted.
“So romantic– nothing like being launched onto the bed in a full tackle. It’s what dreams are made of!” you teased.
He cracked a smile, kind of embarrassed. Then he buried his head in the crook of your neck and grumbled like a scolded child, but you knew he was laughing.
You took a deep breath and began to relax. “It’s so good to be home.” you spoke into the air. Then you turned your head to where David’s was buried and kissed right at his ear. “Come here.”
David untucked his head from your neck and hoisted himself above you, legs tangling with yours, his weight balanced between resting on you and on the arm that was now holding him up. You held his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep and it was hot. One of those “it’s been way too long” kisses, even though it was only about 10 hours ago that he had you alone in that elevator.
You hummed into the kiss and his thigh was pressing right at your core. You knew he was eager, you could tell all day long– but it had been a long day and you didn’t realize how eager you’d become too. With his leg putting varying pressure between your leg, the heat pooling in your belly soon turned to liquid.
David’s hand was tracing every curve of your body and was already under your shirt and teasing your breasts. He loved to scoop them in his hands, gently squeezing before teasing you some more. When your hands began tugging up his shirt to take it off of him though, he knew you were ready.
“Fucking finally” he groaned out, moving to let you take his shirt all the way off.
You laughed. “Eager much?” you teased, moving to take off your own shirt.
“I’ve been waiting all day!” he argued. “Do you have any idea how hard it is knowing I can’t touch you unless we’re fucking alone? It KILLS me.”
“I know babe, but the build up makes it pretty hot when we finally are.”
“Yeah, but I just want to touch you and kiss you all the time.”
Oh man, when David talked to you like that, filled with desire, and being pretty fucking needy, your stomach did backflips. “Come. Here.” you demanded. It was your turn to be eager.
You pulled him in for a kiss, causing the arm holding him up to give out for a moment. Your tongue searching for his, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
One hand held the back of his head, stroking into his soft hair which he loved. The other dug into his hips as you moved him where you wanted him. When his length, still fully clothed ground against your core, he moaned and you gasped into the kiss. The hand you’d had on his hip crept to his front where you slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants but above his boxers, palming him. He was rock hard between your legs. When your hand finally gripped him, his breath caught in his throat and he let out a strangled moan, like he’d been waiting for this for days.
“Jesus fuck.” he muttered, head hanging low, forehead touching yours now, breath heavy.
You took advantage now, trying to see how far you could push him. You stroked him a few more times, then stopped.
“Naaaat” he whined, falling back down into your shoulder. You giggled. You had to. “Not fair.” he argued. His hands moved now to take charge, slipping under your waistband at your hips and trying to shimmy you out of your pants. Instead of letting him, you push him over so he’s on his back and climb up onto your knees, pulling your pants and panties off while he took off his own, his eyes never leaving your body. He scooted up the bed so his back was propped on the pillows, then grabbed your hand and dragged you to him, collapsing on his chest.
One leg slipped between his and your arms were slung lightly around his neck. You kissed him slow and deep and it was driving him crazy, wanting more. Your pace becoming unbearable. His hardness was pressed between his stomach and your hip and he twitched at every move you made, desperate. You ground your core on his leg and it was a lot for the both of you, and you let out a moan.
“I….” he couldn’t finish his statement. His head flew back as you ground on him again.
“I love you” you said, knowing exactly what you were doing.
“I love you too,” he finally gasped out. “But you’re trying to kill me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned innocence, pulling back and moving to straddle his hips, now his length was just below your core. Instead of going back in for another kiss, you leaned back, giving him a full view of your body, pressing yourself on his hardness, and using one hand to reach behind you to toy with him. He choked on his breath, groaning out.
“Ok that’s enough,” he argued, eyes flashing dark as he drank in the sight of you. His hands gripped your ass tight and pulled you to him, grinding your wet heat up and down his length. You couldn’t keep in your own moan. Now he was teasing you and it was quickly becoming too much. “You think it’s funny to tease me, huh?” he smirked, but in the least aggressive way possible. “Two can play that game.”
One of his hands reached to your front to drive you closer to the edge and it worked. When he slipped in two fingers and worked his thumb with just the right pressure at just the right pace, you were tipping over that edge. Your head fell to his neck as you gasped and whined into his ear. “Don’t stop baby. So good. So good…… holy fuck!”
He worked you through your high and you collapsed on his chest, catching your breath.
“That was hot. You are so fucking hot” he said.
“I’ll show you hot. My turn.” you smirked, sliding yourself off his lap now, and bringing your hand now to his hardness, which was covered in your wetness by now. You stroked him from the bottom, cradling his balls for a moment, then back up, swirling around at the top. You went in with both hands, then lowered your mouth on his length. You didn’t do this often, because it made him feel selfish for whatever reason, but you loved how it made him squirm.
He shuddered, then groaned. “Oh my god Nat that feels so…” you took the whole length of him deep and his head flew up for a moment, like he’d lost control. When you pulled back, he relaxed back down. “so incredible. Fucking oh my god.”
You kept at it, loving the sounds he was making, his hips involuntarily beginning to lift up to meet your mouth and your strokes. “So good babe. So good to me.”
“Mmmhmmmm” you hummed with him still in your mouth, sending vibrations through his body.
“Baby I’m not gonna last if you don’t stop” he moaned.
“Mmmhmmmm” you responded, letting him know that’s exactly what you intended. You’d made him wait all day long, you were happy to let him have this. He could only groan in response. His hands tangled in your hair, his eyes glued to you when he was able to keep them open.
You picked up the pace, taking him deep, then gently, using your hands to work him up and down, then deep again. “Babe I’m gonna… babe… babe…” and then he tensed up. You pulled back to pump him through his orgasm. It came crashing through him after a long day of waiting. He shuddered through his release. The look on his face when he came, the way he looked at you like the most wonderful thing in the world, that was really all you needed.
You crawled back up his body, gently stroking him till he’d come down from his high. You kissed him on the cheek as he caught his breath.
“Naaaaat. I wanted us to come together.” he whined. Always the romantic.
“You’re gonna need to get cleaned up after that one” you responded.
“Could we at least do that together?” He leaned in for a kiss.
“I was kind of counting on it.” You kissed him right back. It seemed like neither of you were going to be sleeping any time too soon.
