A week had slipped by, and I found myself comfortably settled into life with Nate and the rhythm of the city. It was a stark contrast to New York, but I was falling in love with it. On this particular Saturday, we were lounging around the house, enjoying the lazy weekend.
“How about a movie, Thompson?” Nate suggested, sinking into the couch next to me, his arm casually draped over my shoulders.
“Quit pestering me, I’m trying to read,” I retorted, my eyes glued to the pages of the book I was engrossed in.
Without warning, he snatched the book from my hands and closed it, neglecting to mark my place. “God, you’re such a jerk,” I exclaimed, playfully hitting his arms.
He pinned me against the couch, capturing my hands and holding them at my sides.
“Lighten up, babe,” he chuckled, and I couldn’t help but notice how endearing he looked. I found myself staring at him, my gaze drawn to his lips. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him.
I could feel his warm breath on my face, and I saw his eyes dart to my chest. Suddenly, he released me and leaned back against the couch.
“Ummm...you pick the movie,” he mumbled, avoiding my gaze. I rose from the couch, a frown creasing my forehead. I selected a random movie and rejoined him on the couch.
An unusual, awkward silence hung between us.
I shifted forward on the couch, trying to focus on the movie, but I could feel his gaze on me. Was he really looking at me, or was I just imagining things?
He moved closer, and I felt my breath hitch as our bodies neared. The sexual tension was palpable—at least, I thought so.
I wanted to spin around and press my lips to his, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and concentrate on the movie.
After a while, I felt his hand lightly brushing against my bare thighs—I was wearing shorts.
A tingling sensation shot through me, and I swallowed hard. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, but his gaze was fixed on the TV.
I was certain we had crossed a line—a line that was now invisible to us.
His hand was dangerously close to my core, and I let out a shaky breath.
“N-Nate,” I whispered, not meeting his gaze.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a husky voice. It was like offering someone a dessert and asking if they wanted it. Why the hell would I want him to stop?
I shook my head slowly, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He grabbed my face, pressing his lips to mine.
I was screaming inside my head, holding onto his arms as I melted against him. He pulled me closer, grabbing my thigh so that I was straddling his lap.
His tongue invaded my mouth, and we battled for dominance. Nate wasn’t my first kiss, but I still felt insecure, wondering if I was any good compared to him.
I felt his hands dig into my waist, and he tried to slip his other hand inside my shorts. We both pulled back, and I removed his t-shirt, my fingers grazing his perfect body.
He touched my pussy through my soaked panties, making me jerk against his lap.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, and I panted heavily, unable to believe this was actually happening.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you at the airport,” he groaned, laying me on the couch and capturing my lips again. I kissed him back, pouring all my love into that kiss.
He slid his fingers inside my panties, tracing the length of my wet pussy. Damn, it felt so fucking good. I arched my back as he placed wet kisses against my neck.
“Nate,” I moaned as he rubbed my throbbing clit while his other hand squeezed my boobs.
“Man, why didn’t we do this earlier?” he murmured against my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I know,” I purred, feeling his hard-on poking against my core. He inserted a finger inside me, and I moved my hips against his hand, craving more of him.
“You’re so damn tight, Becca,” he muttered, and I gasped as his skilled fingers fucked me mercilessly. I felt a strange sensation building within me and didn’t want him to stop.
“Oh god, Nate... please don’t stop,” I whimpered, and he quickened his pace. Suddenly, my body exploded, and I fell back against the couch, my vision going blank for a moment.
He withdrew his hand, and I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he licked his fingers clean.
“Come on now,” he said, grabbing my hand and hoisting me over his shoulder. I laughed at his antics, savoring every moment.
“Where are we going?”
“Shhh,” he smacked my ass and tossed me onto his bed, making me gasp. He quickly stripped off his shorts and boxers, and I saw him standing before me in all his naked glory.
I gulped at his size. I wasn’t sure he would fit inside me. I mean, he knew I was a virgin, but we were lost in the heat of the moment, and I wasn’t sure if he remembered.
He swiftly rolled on a condom and removed my shorts.
Everything felt rushed and frantic. It was far from the slow, tender lovemaking I had imagined, but not everything was perfect. I was ready to give myself to him.
He thrust into me hard, making me cry out.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. His hips began to move slowly, and I felt the initial pain start to fade.
Pleasure soon took its place, and to my surprise, I found myself reveling in it. His rhythm quickened, and I clung to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
I could hardly believe we were in his bed. One moment we were innocently watching TV, and the next—bam—we were here. I wasn't sure what this meant for us, but I trusted Nate. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
I pushed my doubts aside, focusing on the pleasure of the moment. Another wave of ecstasy was building within me, and I dug my nails into his back.
“Nate, faster,” I pleaded, without a hint of shame. He responded by spreading my legs wider and thrusting into me with full force. I climaxed around him, and he followed suit with a low groan.
He collapsed onto the bed beside me, and we lay there, panting and trying to catch our breath.
Now I understood why people made such a big deal about sex!
I turned to look at him, pushing his damp hair back from his forehead. We were both slick with sweat, and I found myself smiling at him, my heart filled with affection.
We lay in silence, and just as I was about to break it, his phone rang. He propped himself up and grabbed it from the bedside table.
“Yeah,”
“Alright, I'll be there,” he ended the call abruptly, causing me to frown.
I wasn't just another one of his random flings.
Or was I?
