“You name it.”
I couldn’t help but grin.
“Promise me it’ll be unforgettable.”
An endless supply of love and affection flooded his eyes.
“Don’t you worry about that.”
As he began working his way down my neck, I felt a jolt that reached all the way between my legs. He was still dressed, but my hands went to work tearing off his shirt. When I had it partway off, he sat up, grabbed it with one hand, pulled it the rest of the way, and threw it sexily to the floor. I wrapped my legs around him. All I wanted was to have him as close to me as possible, with no room even for air between us.
Just feeling his hips against mine gave me a kind of stinging pleasure that made me close my eyes and arch my back.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, bringing his fingers down and pushing my underwear delicately aside. “If you want me to stop, Freckles, just tell me because even if I’m dying to be inside you, I don’t want to do it until you’re ready.”
But there was no turning back for me; this was what I wanted, what I needed. I needed him with me, I needed to relieve that pressure inside me, that pressure that I’d been feeling for months and that flared up when we kissed, when we touched, even when we argued.
“You were made to be my personal torture,” he said, pressing into me in places that had never burned as they did just then. His heart, his breathing were racing. My fingers wrapped around his waist, and he went stiff as I tried to unbutton his pants.
Then everything turned intense, and those slow, tentative touches were suddenly a whirlwind of sensations. Nick turned me over and put me on top of him. I pulled off his jeans. I could see something hard concealed in his boxers, but I didn’t have much time before he grabbed my hips and moved me on top of his erection. Still in our underwear, we pressed our bodies together and started to moan. I ran my hands over his shoulders and stomach, caressing his abs. My mouth followed them; all I wanted just then was to lick his body, nibble it, savor it with my tongue, and I didn’t hold back. All the while, he pushed his hips upward, grinding into me and giving me pleasure.
“Jesus, Noah,” he said, rolling back on top of me. His hands pushed my legs up until I wrapped them around him.
“Touch me, Nick… I need it,” I said, asking him for something I still didn’t know or comprehend.
His fingers worked their way inside my underwear, and I arched my back, pushed to desire’s edge as he started to move them in little circles right in the spot where I was aching with pleasure.
“Noah, you know I don’t want to hurt you, right?” he said, and I could see through the fog of ecstasy that he was worried. “But I’m going to have to, my love.”
“I know,” I responded, feeling one of his fingers pushing inside me. “Oh my God, Nick!” I shouted as he began to explore me, opening me up for what was to come.
“The sounds you’re making are driving me wild,” he said as I felt another finger push in beside the first one. He pushed his mouth atop mine to silence the scream emerging from it. His other hand climbed my back and unfastened my bra. Oh God—he was going to see my breasts! No one had ever seen them, but I was so rapt, I barely had time to think about it. He squeezed the left one and sucked on my nipple, circling it with his tongue…
“Jesus, you’re perfect, it’s like you were made just for me, Noah,” he said and took off his boxers. When he pulled out the two fingers, I felt suddenly empty and frustrated. I opened my eyes and saw him naked in front of me. My jaw fell open.
“Dammit, don’t look at me like that!” he said in a gruff voice as he opened the nightstand and took out what I assumed was a condom. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, but everything he did, the way he moved, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed, all of it turned me on. I wanted him, wanted him inside me. There was nothing I wanted more.
When he opened my legs and he got on top of me, my body seemed on the verge of explosion. We were both so tense, it hurt.
“I love you, Noah,” he said, his mouth just inches from mine. His blue eyes looked at me in a way I’d never seen before. His words made me swell with happiness, and I knew he was only doing what he had to do, that this had to happen, that Nicholas loved me. Despite all we’d been through together, despite the hatred we’d felt for each other, us being with each other was always in the cards.
“Keep going,” I said.
He arranged himself over me carefully, and slowly, I felt him enter me. The muscles inside me tensed, and I moaned wildly when he pushed farther in. He was trying not to hurt me; the sweat was dripping down his back, and every inch of him was straining.
“Go fast, Nick,” I said, pulling him in with my legs.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
I nodded, and he kissed me behind the ear. His arms were on either side of my head, and he was panting uncontrollably.
He broke through the final barrier that lay between us. I felt a sharp pain, intense and fiery, and at last, he was all the way inside me. We were one person, connected in the most powerful way imaginable, and a tear welled in my eye when he tried to get me to look at him.
“Noah…Noah,” he said, almost frightened, reaching up and caressing my face. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, babe.”
“No,” I interrupted him, wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing him in. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
The pain was still there, but just seeing the pleasure on Nick’s face helped me forget it. I wanted to give this to him. I wanted him to remember it forever.
“Jesus, Noah…you can’t imagine how good this is making me feel.” Pulling out and pushing back in a little harder than before. When I closed my eyes, he said, “No, Noah, look at me, oh my God, I’m dying…” As he kept thrusting, the pain went away entirely; I wanted him there, and when he grunted from pleasure, I felt like I was losing my mind… He liked it, liked being with me; I was the one who gave him this pleasure now, me and no one else.
I pulled his hair.
“Faster,” I said, and he did it, and I utterly lost control, and a wave of something magnificent rose up inside me and threatened to crash and take absolutely everything away with it.
“Now you’re mine,” he said, groaning with pleasure and pain at the same time. “You’re all mine… Say it, Noah… Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I said, scratching his back.
Everything seemed to stop then. My senses burst apart; nothing seemed to matter, just the person on top of me, just him, just Nick. I shouted when we orgasmed at the same time. We were exhausted and sweaty and could hardly catch our breath. He rested his head on my shoulder, and my fingers loosened their grip. I relaxed, enjoying the final flickers of pleasure, caressing him softly.
He kissed me on the shoulder, on the face, and then pulled back to look me in my eyes.
“You’re incredible,” he said, “I love you. I loved you from the very first time you told me you hated me.”
I laughed, feeling a little regretful. “I just hated not having you to myself.”
“From now on, you will. I’m completely yours, body and soul…completely.”
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