I was sure. I want Nick, I need him, so this time I won’t back down.
I moved his hand from my waist and straddled him. Nick instinctively sat up with a look of confusion on his face, I understand; we’re both confused. I grabbed his neck with one hand and quite abruptly placed my mouth over his.
If you had told me three weeks ago that I was going to do this, I would have slapped you. I’ve never kissed anyone like I’ve kissed Nick and I’ve never felt such a need for anyone like with Nick.
When he touches me, I want him to hug me. When he hugs me, I want him to kiss me. When I touch him, I want to feel every inch of him. When I feel every inch of him, I want more. Only now I’m not sure what.
Nick didn’t react, he just stood there motionless. I broke the kiss and looked at him, I felt stupid, didn’t he want me?
I started to get up, but Nick grabbed my hand and sat back down on top of me, this time with his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I noticed something moving beneath my body. I broke the kiss and looked down, I couldn’t help but let out a sort of shriek.
When I saw his very visible erection in his pants, I thought about moving away before things went further. When I looked up to see his face, he was smiling, was it a flirtatious smile? Naughty? I don’t know, but that smile made me want him even more, if that was physically possible.
I started to feel intense heat all over my body, along with some inexplicable sensations.
I move my hips over his erection and Nick lets out a moan over my mouth. The kiss intensifies, his tongue intertwines with mine. I keep moving my hips.
Nick, without letting go of my waist, gets up and carries me to the bed, positions me beneath him and separates our lips to stare at me intently.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled in a whisper as he stroked my cheek.
I blushed and leaned in to kiss him again, if he said anything more I was sure I was going to blurt out something stupid, like that I love him and the truth is I wouldn’t be lying. That’s what scares me the most. What if this is nothing more than desire and lust, am I confusing love with something else? What I feel with Nick I’ve never felt before, not even with Martin. How would I know? Are all these feelings I have for Nick love?
Nick started to grab the hem of my shirt and took it off, I felt his hand brush my belly and shuddered. He was looking at my almost naked body, only the bra and panties were covering me. A wave of fire began to sweep over my entire body.
He traced a line of kisses from my neck to my belly, then went down a little more to my panties. He started to play a bit with the elastic, I let out a moan and immediately covered my mouth. That sound is pathetic and involuntary. Nick looked at me and took my hand off my mouth.
“You don’t have to control yourself with me, Samantha.” I just nodded while he went back to my panties.
I needed him to continue. Lower your hand more, damn it! Of course, I would never be able to say that, not even in my wildest dreams.
I looked down and saw him smiling from ear to ear. He enjoyed seeing me like this. He enjoyed seeing that I needed more. He enjoyed knowing that I needed him.
He went back to kissing me on the mouth and suddenly his hand slipped into my panties.
“You’re so wet…” he moaned over my mouth as he barely touched me.
His hand began to caress my sex and I arched at the new sensation. I moaned into his mouth and grabbed the sheets tightly.
My body trembled under his touches. I wanted more.
“How can you still be a virgin?” He whispered without separating our lips and touching me.
He increased the speed of his movements and I clung to his shoulders. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and began to kiss the back of my ear.
“Nick…” I moaned his name so many times I lost count.
A few seconds later, a magnificent pleasure takes over me. Nick speeds up and I dig my nails into his skin, he moans and I don’t know if it’s from excitement or pain, but right now I can’t think about that, rather, I can’t think about anything. A sensation of vehemence invades me and for a moment I feel numb, I can’t move.
After what I think were about two minutes, my breathing returns to normal and my heart calms down, I open my eyes and still see Nick with his head in the crook of my neck. Even his breathing is ragged, but I can’t help but stroke his hair and see how he tenses under my touches.
Without looking at me, he turns his back and leaves the room.
I don’t follow him.
It wasn’t worth it.