Chapter 23
Nora
I was about to leave the house when Felix appeared in the hallway.
“Nora, wait!” he called out to me, just as my hand was on the doorknob.
“Is she okay?” I asked, turning to him.
Felix looked as handsome as ever, still in his jeans and shirt from the previous day. A late evening shadow stubbled his jaw darkly, and his green eyes glowed in the dim light of the hallway.
“She’s doing better. Before you go, I just wanted to thank you,” he said and ran a hand through his dark, thick hair. I got a whiff of his cologne, which always made me weak in the knees. I gulped and nodded my head.
“I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn. I didn’t mean to be rude,” I replied, and Felix stepped closer to me.
“We needed to hear it. Mom and I were out of line; we shouldn’t have been speaking that way in front of Cici,” he told me in a deep, quiet voice.
“I shouldn’t have come tonight; I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said and made to turn from him, but he caught my wrist.
“Nora…” he breathed my name softly, dropping his hand. “I’m glad you came,” he added and those words seemed to take my breath away. I stood still, frozen to the spot, as he took one long stride towards me and caught my face in his hands. I gasped when his lips met mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, and suddenly we were kissing ravenously.
This wasn’t like the slow, gentle kiss from the day before; this was more hungry and wild. Our tongues slid over each other’s and I threw my arms around his neck. When he pulled his mouth away from me, we were both breathing hard.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night,” he whispered, peering into my eyes.
“Me neither,” I replied breathlessly.
He placed his hands on my waist, gripping me strongly, and instinctually, I knew what to do. I skipped up, wrapping my legs around him as my denim skirt rode up my thighs.
He carried me like that, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist…like no man had ever carried me before. We were going through the kitchen, in the dark, till we were at the door of a room. Felix kicked it open with his foot and we tumbled in. He didn’t turn on the light in the room, but I could sense that it was a small spare room. It had one bed, a closet, and carpeted floors, but it seemed like it hadn’t been lived in for some time.
He threw me on the bed, banging the door shut behind him with his foot.
I gasped as my body bounced on the mattress. My heart was racing wildly in my chest. I had no experience in this; I didn’t know what the next step was. All I could do was sit on the bed, with my legs dangling off the edge, and stare at Felix approaching me.
He bent down to kiss me again, his mouth roughly pressing against mine. Our breaths were mingled, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I was too scared even to touch him.
Then his hands were on my shirt; he was unbuttoning it. Within moments, my shirt had come off and he threw it on the ground. My breasts were heaving, spilling out of my lace bra. Felix stepped back then, with his shoulders squared, to stare at me.
Only one guy had seen my bare breasts before, in high school after prom, and I remembered that night being awkward; the guy’s hands were too cold. Now, Felix stared at me, at my body, and there was hunger in his eyes.
“Take it off,” he commanded. I gulped, slowly moving to unhook my bra. When it fell off, my hands rose up to my breasts to cover them. I was shy, embarrassed by my nakedness. I didn’t know what he would think of me or my body. I had no doubts that Felix Stone could have any number of beautiful, experienced women he wanted. How did I rack up against them?
I watched him as he undid his own shirt. There was a tightness in my chest; a warmth was spreading between my thighs. His shirt came off and I saw his chiseled, muscular torso. His skin was darker than mine, glistening like bronze in the darkness of the room. I was breathing hard, itching to touch him but too scared to do it.
He was a beautiful specimen of a man, with bulging biceps and a wide chest. A light smattering of hair nested between his pecs and I wanted to weave my fingers through it.
His eyes were fixed on me as he came towards me.
“Let me see them, Nora,” he said in a deep voice and reached for my hands. Slowly, he pried my hands away from my breasts. My cheeks flushed immediately; I felt completely exposed and vulnerable. My nipples were swollen and hard, throbbing for his touch. Felix’s eyes swept down, from my face to my heaving breasts.
He leaned over me, bringing his face closer and closer to my nipples. I moaned, even before his mouth grazed against them…and when it did, I felt like my whole body exploded. He opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out and gently rubbing against my right nipple. It was too much. I threw my head back with joy and relief and then he parted his lips wider.
Felix was sucking on my nipple and his hand gripped my breast, squeezing and kneading it as he continued to lick and suck.
I fell back on the bed and he spread himself over me, sucking and licking till I knew I was right on the edge of an orgasm. We hadn’t even started; he hadn’t even touched me there, between my legs and already…I felt like this was all I needed.
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By the time Felix was done with my breasts, they were raw and throbbing, and I knew I had never felt like this before. He lifted himself up from me and his large, warm hands traveled down my body, till he was fiddling with the button on my skirt.
I rolled my hips, arched my back towards him…I wanted more. This wasn’t enough anymore. I needed him to touch me there. He pulled down my skirt and then hooked his fingers on the straps of my panties.
I reached for him, braver now. My body was on fire, I was desperate with my need for him, and I wasn’t thinking about what he thought of me anymore. I had completely abandoned all my inhibitions.
He slipped my panties down my legs and used his hands to pin down my thighs. He was looking at my pussy now. I was completely exposed. I was wet and throbbing between my legs and Felix took a few moments to just stare at me.
“Do you know how delicious you look right now?” he asked abruptly, meeting my eyes. My lips fell open, but no sound came out. I couldn’t say a word, all I could do was stare at him…at how hot he looked wedged between my legs like that.
“I want to make you feel good, Nora,” he growled and lowered himself down to his knees on the carpet. I bunched the bedsheets up in my fists, pressing my eyes closed.
I didn’t know whether to tell him…if he should know that I had never done this before. No man had seen me like this; nobody had done what he was about to do right now. But I remained silent; I didn't dare to tell him. I thought he would want me less if he knew I was completely inexperienced.
I could feel Felix’s breath falling hotly on the wetness of my folds. His mouth was dangerously close to me, less than an inch away. He was still holding my thighs down with a firm grip, keeping my legs wide apart.
Then I felt it, the soft graze of his tongue against the flesh of my folds, and I gasped. My hands rose up to my breasts, and I squeezed them. I was staring wildly up at the ceiling as, slowly, Felix ran his tongue up and down the slit of my pussy.
I couldn’t contain it anymore; I moaned loudly and I felt his tongue part my folds. He was entering me. His tongue was slipping in. It was a strange, raw feeling, having his tongue in my pussy, slowly sliding in, and then he pulled it out and I sighed. But he wasn’t about to stop.
His mouth moved on my pussy and I felt his finger on my swollen throbbing clit. Not only was he licking me, lapping up the juices that were trickling out of my pussy, but now he was rubbing the most sensitive, throbbing part of me. He knew just what to do, just where to touch me, and I felt like I was on the edge again.
I struggled against that mounting feeling. I tried to fight it, to keep it down. But Felix’s mouth on my pussy was too much; he was making me explode. His fingers rubbed and stroked my clit while his tongue lapped at my folds deliciously. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, rising as I felt the orgasm take over. I had never come, I did not know what this feeling was, just that I had no control over how my body was reacting. I had come close to coming before, but never like this. My toes curled and I reached for him, weaving my fingers into his hair, and I could feel my juices dribbling into his mouth.
My mind went blank as I soared, then fell back on the bed again. I was breathing hard, panting…as finally, the orgasm began to subside. Felix moved, straightening himself up, and he stood over me at the edge of the bed, looking down at my body.
I didn’t know what to say…was I supposed to thank him? It was my first orgasm…could he tell?
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then bent down to pick up his shirt. There was a shift in the room, I could feel it. I didn’t know if this was the end or if anything more was supposed to happen.
“You should leave now. I don’t want to confuse Cici. She shouldn’t see you,” he said as he started putting his shirt back on.
I felt empty, startled and still recovering from the orgasm while he dressed. Then, I jumped up, grabbing my clothes off the floor.
Felix turned around as I dressed, like he wanted to spare me my modesty…after what had just happened!
I could feel tears brimming in my eyes as I hurriedly put my clothes on. He had gone from a soft, gentle, thoughtful lover to a cold-hearted monster within seconds. Katie was right; I should have stayed away from him…he was using me. Somehow, I didn’t know how, but I felt used.
I said nothing to him, simply walked to the door.
“Nora.” His voice stopped me in my tracks, but I didn’t turn to look at him. “This shouldn’t have happened. I take full responsibility for it,” he said. I clenched my jaw and walked out of the room.
Upstairs, all the lights were switched off. Cici and Helen had clearly gone to bed, assuming I had left already. I rushed to the door. It was late and I would have to call a cab to take me home.
I tried not to cry the whole way back. I suddenly realized that the big city didn’t suit me at all.