10
HOLLY
It’s hard to believe that this is just some fling. As I lay there beside Nate, I realize that I’ve never felt more content in my life. He’s somehow made me feel like I’m the most important girl in the world. I’ve never been with someone like this before. His affection is gentle, and his passion is… out of this world. We drift off together. He wraps his arm around me and I nestle in against his body perfectly, almost like we’re designed for each other. The warm rush of his breath on my hair pulls me into a sleep that is deep and dreamless.
At some point in the night, I wake, realizing that he’s behind me and my butt is pressed up against his cock. He’s rock hard and from his breathing it sounds like he’s awake. I turn my head back toward him to let him know that I’m up too.
“Trouble sleeping?” I ask.
“Laying in this bed with you, yes. It’s very tempting laying next to you.”
Well, allow me to tempt you some more then. I roll my body over and climb on top of him, spreading my legs on either side of his muscled torso. I’ve never really believed in the term ‘making love’ before. Its never really meant anything to me. My short experiences with sex would never have led me to use that word, but with Nate—I almost feel like we did make love.
I’m probably crazy letting myself think like that. He’s probably the best actor in the world, but his affection felt so genuine. Whatever happened, I want more. I want to take control once before I go, I want to show him what he means to me. I take his cock in my hand and purse my lips over the tip. He’s harder than iron, and his warmth glows through my fingers, making my sex tingle.
He lets out a small gasp as I take him in my mouth, and he threads his hands through my hair.
“Holly… I—” He breaks off, his words interrupted by the pleasure. I roll my hand up and down his shaft fast, sucking hard against his tip, licking the sweet salty pre-cum from his slit.
I’m wet again with arousal. He reaches down and cups my breasts, rolling his hands over my hard nipples. I squeak around his cock as I feel it tighten. His breathing becomes fast and stilted. He’s there.
He bursts in my mouth as an explosion of heat. I clamp my lips tight around his shaft and keep myself held as steady as I can. I hold myself there until I’m sure he’s done, making sure to drink every last drop down. Nate pulls me up and pushes his lips against mine, kissing me hard, rolling his hands over my body.
“That was a nice night time surprise.” He says.
“I’m not finished.”
I pull away, and move back down his body, finding his cock in my hand again and rolling my palm up and down his length. He’s hard again in an instant. I hear the sound of foil ripping as he slips another condom on. I lift myself up and squat over his cock, lowering myself down on top of him.
Sinking down slowly, I steady my hands on his chest as he bottoms out in me completely. He fills me in the most perfect way. It took some time getting used to his size the first time around, but I’m ready for him now. I roll my hips up and down, riding his cock and savoring every minute.
His eyes burn into mine with a ferocity which seems to evoke something more than just lust. I know this is just another notch in his bed post. I’m just another mark for Notorious, but I don’t care. Right now I can pretend that he’s all mine. Right now I can pretend he’s falling for me just as I am for him.
He curls his hand around the back of my neck and brings me down to kiss him. Our lips entwine softly as we fuck. He holds me still while thrusting up and down. Our eyes lock all the while, speaking the things that our mouths can’t.
I don’t want this to be a one time thing.
I must be going crazy because I swear I can see the same thing mirrored back in his eyes. We’re both approaching our crescendo, and I don’t want to look away from his beautiful face. His hands roll over my breasts and I drop my head back, moaning loud as I bounce up and down on top of him, crowing his name loudly.
I come hard, and the orgasm seizes my body until I’m left as a quivering wreck. His body tenses and a trickle of hot groans escapes from his lips as he comes inside of me. I fall asleep again in his arms, nestled against his chest. It feels so right. It feels so god damn perfect. I don’t want to leave.
But it’s probably best I do.
It’s still dark out when I slip out of bed. I dress quietly and tip toe out of the room, making sure not to disturb Nate. He looks like angelic perfection sleeping there in the bed, and it feels like I’m driving a dagger through my heart by walking out on him like this. Tonight has been the most perfect night, and I don’t want to ruin it when we reach the awkward part tomorrow morning. He acted like the perfect gentlemen, and that’s what I wanted. I know tomorrow he’ll be back to his old ways and wanting to move onto the next thing.
I don’t want to be there to see the rejection in his eyes when that happens. I’ll leave with this happy memory of perfection.
I stalk downstairs quietly in the darkness. It’s hard to navigate the house, and trying to find the front door proves difficult. Nate’s house is surprisingly large and getting lost is more than easy. I end up going through a door which I think leads to the kitchen, but instead I find myself in some wide garage. A light comes on automatically, filling the room with bright white, forcing my eyes to wince momentarily.
I realize I’m stood in some sort of workshop. Everywhere I look I see the most beautiful sculpture and furniture. It feels like I shouldn’t be in here, but my feet pull me forward, begging for me to take a closer look. I wander around the worktops, looking at the various pieces of beautiful art that are left on the side. Did Nate really make all of this?
I’m floored. Why would he hide such depth like this?
I’m about to leave when I see it. There’s no denying what it is. I walk toward it with my mouth open, staring in bewilderment at the sculpture of me. I’ve seen my face in a mirror a thousand times before, but I’ve never seen myself like this. The sculpture is the image of beauty. Is this really how Nate sees me?
A dark voice rises inside my head, suggesting that he makes one of these for every girl that he sleeps with, but it’s obvious that he’s been working on this for some time, and looking around I can’t see anything else like this. I retreat from the workshop silently and somehow find my way out of his house this time without getting lost.
Walking away from him is even harder now. If there’s a chance he feels the same way I feel about him, I might be messing up by leaving, but I press on anyway. I only had one rule to follow, and that was to keep my emotions out of this. I’ve already fallen for him harder than I thought possible. It’s best I get out now and end this before I get really hurt.
I’m sure it’s what Nate would want, even if it kills me.