In one swift motion, he pushed me back onto the bed. He removed his shirt, and his eager mouth met mine. I caressed his abdomen and he moaned against my mouth.
He grabbed my thighs and pressed me against him, so that my belly was against his.
My sex started to swell. I was getting so turned on, something that often happened when Nick kissed me like this and when we were so close.
He gently took off my blouse, almost reverently. “Are you sure about what we’re doing? I don’t think I can stop this time, I don’t have that much self-control.”
I laughed and kissed him again. I kissed his neck and his shoulder.
“I’m sure,” I whispered.
He let out a sort of growl and in a second my bra was flung somewhere across the room.
With one arm he completely encircled my waist and with his other hand, he cupped my breast, teasing my nipple with his rough thumb. I moaned against his shoulder and a feeling of discomfort settled in my belly, moving lower to what was hidden by my panties.
Two minutes later, he was without pants and so was I. The only material separating us was my underwear and his boxers.
He removed my panties and the nerves started to flood me.
His face went straight to my thighs. He kissed each one and his attention went to my sex. I closed my eyes and tried to control my rapid breathing. The discomfort in my belly became even more noticeable.
I writhed as I felt Nick’s fingers on my clitoris, he made a couple of circular motions, which finally calmed the sea of need I hadn’t realized I had until now.
One of his fingers entered me, while his tongue continued to caress every inch of my sex. I began to claw the sheets and moan repeatedly.
When I was about to orgasm, Nick stopped and I no longer felt the warmth his body provided over mine. I went from feeling hot to cold. I opened my eyes and saw him go to the bathroom. He returned too quickly with the condom wrapper.
We were going to do it.
We were really going to do it.
Several thoughts flooded me. “Will it hurt? What if I don’t do it right? What if the condom breaks? Shit. Ten minutes ago I was so sure, now I’m scared to death.”
Nick must have noticed my concern. He settled back on top of me and stroked my cheek.
“Relax, Sam. If you don’t want to do it…”
“Yes, I want to,” I replied before he finished talking. That was the truth, I wanted to do it, but that doesn’t mean I’m scared to death.
Nick, he took off his boxers, releasing his erection.
Shit! If I was scared before, now I must be twice as scared.
“Are you sure, Sam?” He asked again. I could see how eager he was to continue and knowing he was controlling himself for me made me even more sure.
“Don’t ask again,” I said, lifting the corner of my lip.
He smiled. He broke the wrapper and put it on. I don’t know why I found it fascinating to watch him put it on. I was an idiot.
“It’s going to hurt, just tell me if you want me to stop there.” I nodded once. I could feel the tip of his penis at my entrance. He looked at me and I saw how nervous he was too.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he entered me slowly.
It wasn’t like a lot of people said… It’s worse. It hurts a lot.
I closed my eyes, but tears still started to come out of them. Nick pulled out and I opened them again. He was having a war with himself at the moment.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m hurting you.”
“Nick… Don’t stop.”
Doubtfully, he entered again. He tried to hide the moan that escaped his mouth. It was hard for him to go slow, it was almost torture for him to hold back.
The pain subsided a little and something else was there. A need to move against him overcame me, so I did.
Our bodies moved in sync, I hardly felt any pain and I began to feel pleasure, one that I had never felt before. The discomfort in my belly disappeared.
The room was filled with our moans. I was nearing climax. Nick placed his mouth on one of my breasts and with his hand, he cupped the other. He was playing with them wildly.
My hand inevitably went to his hair, pulling and tightening it.
Seconds later, I came screaming his name. He gave a couple more thrusts and also did. We were sweaty and tired. At least, I was. His body fell on top of mine, his breathing was ragged and mine was even more so.