Chapter 27
Nicholas
I’m lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. My chest is constricted. My stomach is tight. And I’m trying to figure out how the fuck things ended up this way.
I’m in love with my roommate.
I can’t go a second without thinking about her. She’s so pretty and soft, feminine in all her ways, so sweet. But she has this little flame inside of her. It’s been growing. Her confidence has been emerging and I’ve had the privilege of witnessing it.
Blakely Hamilton is more than the girl that I’m temporarily rooming with. She’s a woman. She’s coming into her own. And I haven’t even popped her cherry yet.
I feel completely out of control when it comes to her. This sex arrangement between us is only temporary but I’m not sure I’ll be able to shake off these feelings once we’ve made our way through her wish list. Maybe I should just end things now…
A knock at my bedroom door startles me. It swings open slowly and Blakely stands there wearing nothing but a big t-shirt.
One look at her and my heart stops.
With the dusky light filling the room, I have to strain to make out her features. But I see the vulnerability and the eagerness in her expression. I sit upright and watch her.
“It’s time,” she whispers with a feathery lilt to her voice. “I’m ready.”
My heart expanding against my ribs, I get up and go to her. All thoughts of breaking things off with her have melted away. Her nipples press against the fabric of her shirt as her chest rises and falls, betraying her nervousness.
My body roars to life.
“Don’t be scared, Princess,” I whisper as my lips touch hers, “Tonight, I’m going to give you what you need.”
A groan escapes her when I touch my mouth to her neck. I lift the fabric of her shirt and pull it over her head. She curves her spine, pressing her chest to mine. I hum with excitement, seeing her beautiful skin exposed to me.
I cup her breasts, kissing her throat as I roll her nipples between my fingers. She purrs as her arms come around me and she pushes my pants down my legs. She says my name.
That sound. I love that sound.
My lips pause in their exploration of her body and I pull back to look at her. She’s so beautiful. And now I’m glad that I waited. I’m glad I didn’t fuck her that day on the kitchen table or the night when I’d set up the candles and music. We weren’t ready then…But we’re ready tonight. She’s ready tonight.
The time is right. Her eyes are glowing. Her breasts are ripe. Her body is prepared…And I love her.
I love her.
The words are on the tip of my tongue as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. I feel them clawing against the back of my throat as I spread her out on my mattress. They’re screaming for release as I pull off my shirt and climb on top of her.
She laces her arms around my neck and smiles up at me.
“What are you grinning about?” I ask in a quiet voice as I trail my fingers down her soft belly.
She bites her bottom lip shyly. “I’m just glad it’s you. I saved myself for such a long time. But now, I’m glad to be giving myself to you.”
I can’t find words to tell her how much I appreciate this gift. “Oh, girl…oh, girl…” That’s all I can think to say.
She’s too sweet. Too wonderful. My heart can’t take it. So, I kiss my way down her body and spread her legs wide, I eat her until she’s crying and plunging into ecstasy.
While she recovers, I grab a condom from my drawer and sheathe myself in the latex. She invites me in, opening her legs for me. “You want me, Princess?” I ask as I brace myself over her. The question isn’t meant to be seductive or even teasing. I spent such a long time feeling useless and unwanted before I met her and a part of me still finds it hard to believe that this angel wants any part of me.
She reaches up and strokes her fingers along my cheek. “I want you. Please, Nicholas. I need you.”
I shiver as I run the cloaked head of my erection through her wet folds. She sighs lustily, her body begging for more. I pause one last time, giving her one last opportunity to change her mind, but when she hoists her legs around my hips, locking her ankles behind my back, I know that our fate is sealed.
With one tender thrust, I push through her entrance and she stretches around the crown of my cock. Leaning over her, I drop my head down, closing my eyes briefly and bracing my weight on my arms. It’s so intense and we haven’t even started yet.
I glance down at her to gauge her response. Her eyes shine up at me, lusty and eager. Just looking at her, I almost lose it and slam straight into her, balls deep. But I restrain myself. Instead, the over-analytical side of my brain swings into action. I try to think back to all the videos I watched and the articles I read just for this moment.
I want to get it right. I want to get it right. I want to get it right.
This moment is so special for her. If I fuck it up, there’s no going back.
She runs her hand down my arm, wearing question marks in her eyes. “Are you all right? You seem really tense.”
“I don’t want to hurt you…” I whisper.
For some reason, that causes wetness to gush from her body. “Just do it. I’m not scared. I trust you.”
I smile at her. Whether she knows it or not, she just gave me permission to let go and stop worrying about getting it down to a science, about using the right algorithms and formulae to give her an experience she’ll always cherish.
Because maybe making love isn’t a science. Maybe it’s an art. And I have the most perfect canvas laid out in front of me, miles of milky white skin to paint with my fingers and tongue. And a beautiful, willing girl who wants to color outside the lines with me.
“Hold on, okay?”
She nods and grasps my biceps so tightly that I can feel her nails cutting into my flesh.
I sink a little deeper into her and I moan throatily. She’s so tight, her virgin flesh straining around my cock. Her eyes press shut and sweat dots her forehead as I push even deeper into her until my shaft is pressing against her hymen.
Her eyes pop open and there’s pure fear in her expression. “Kiss me,” she begs, “kiss me through this part.” Her body is completely rigid.
I won’t deny her the pain-relief she’s seeking so I dip my head until our lips catch. I graze my mouth against hers and suck on her flesh as I rear my hips back just a little. While she enjoys the diversion of the kiss, I pump my pelvis, hammering straight through her walls.
Her pained cry is muffled by my lips as I intensify the kiss for her sake. I give her a moment to recuperate from the shock of having me inside of her. She recovers quickly and soon, I’m fucking her in long, slow strokes.
I’m fucking her. Yes, I’m fucking her.
She isn’t a virgin anymore. She just lost her cherry on my cock. Pride, lust, awe and a million other emotions fill my blood. I stroke her cheek and our eyes connect in the dim room.
“Nicholas…” she breathes, relief in her tone, tension dissipating from her body. She laughs softly, a giddy, happy laugh.
I laugh, too. Being in her body is so intense and beautiful. It only augments all the things I already feel for her.
We find a rhythm, slow and sensuous. I strum my index along her clit to heighten the sensation. Her legs close tight around my hips as the final filaments of pain fade away, completely replaced by pleasure. And now, I’m fucking her harder, picking up the pace, digging deep into her. Her moans are rising, filling the room.
My tempo grows hard and punishing as our bodies slap together. Blakely moans my name, she begs me not to stop fucking her. I lose myself in my lust and my love as her pussy hugs my throbbing cock with each pump.
Now, she’s shaking beneath me, wrapping her legs tighter. “I’m coming, Nicholas,” she groans as her body clamps down on mine. As the orgasm sweeps her up in a whirlwind of sensations, I come too, getting swept up right along with her.