Page 62 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
His jaw tensed. “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asked as his thumb tenderly brushed a tear that had fallen down my cheek.
“No. I just…it’s been so long that I sort of feel like this is my first time again. I know that’s ridiculous because I’m a mom, but I do. I feel like I’m a virgin again.”
His nostrils flared at my admission, and his entire body tensed. I searched his eyes, wondering if that flare was because this was too much for him or if it was a sign that my reborn virgin status was turning him on.I really hoped it was the latter.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to regre—"
“Nick, I want you to fuck me. Please,” I begged.
His jaw ticked, and his eyes widened. I could see that my bold statement took him by surprise, and he wasn’t the only one. I couldn’t believe that I’d just said that. I’d never been really vocal during sex, but then again, I hadn’t had sex since before I could legally drink. I was a woman now. And even though I might not be the most experienced, I definitely knew what I wanted. And I wanted him to fuck me.
His nostril flared again, but this time I knew it was because he was turned on because at the same time his tip swelled inside of me.
His eyes remained locked with mine as he pushed inside me. He slid further into me, inch by inch, stretching my inner walls to the point of discomfort. It was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and Nick was balancing on it like a high-wire professional.
Slowly, my tight canal expanded, allowing him access until he was buried to the hilt. The fullness of him inside me knocked the wind out of me. My lips parted, and I tried to inhale, but it wasn’t as easy as that. I wasn’t sure if it was the pressure I was feeling in my core or the tenderness that stole all of the oxygen at my disposal.
He was resting on his forearms, and his body was perfectly still aside from the throbbing pulse of his heavy cock.
“Are you okay?” he rasped.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.
Then, with tenderness I’d never experienced before, he bent down and kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, before his mouth covered mine. The kiss started off gentle and sweet. But as our lips rubbed together and our tongues met, the passion quickly escalated. My fingers gripped his bare shoulders as I lost myself completely to the dizzying kiss, allowing myself to be swept away in its power. My body relaxed, and I was ready for more.
As if reading my mind, Nick began to move. He withdrew from me slowly before entering me again. This time, there was no break in between; he pulled out of me and then pushed back in. His pace was steady and strong as he continued kissing me.
My arms wrapped around his neck as one of his hands trailed down my body. His fingers wrapped around the back of my thigh, lifting it up higher. He drove into me again, and this time he went further than he had before. He hit a spot inside of me that had me gasping for air once again.
His hips rolled at a steady pace, getting faster and harder every few pumps. Soon, a familiar feeling of pleasure building up swirled low in my belly. I’d never orgasmed without my clit being stimulated, so the sensations took me by surprise when Nick drove into me with a force that sent me up and over the edge. Within seconds, I was freefalling from the climax cliffs. Pleasure radiated through my entire body as explosions of ecstasy erupted in my core. I was totally enraptured by my release, lost in its encompassing power.
When I floated back into awareness, Nick was lying on top of me. I’d gotten a weighted blanket as a gift from Ri a few years ago that I loved, but this was a million times better. The pressure of his body atop me eliminated all of the stress or anxiety that constantly ran at a low hum through my veins. Or maybe it was the double orgasms he’d just given me. Either way, I had never experienced this zen level of peace, safety, and calm.
I was basking in that feeling when he moved off of me and rolled to his back. The loss of his touch was as jarring to my system as the time Callie dumped a bucket of ice water on me during a viral challenge. Disappointment flooded through me as I lay there, unsure of what to do next.
According to Ri, post-coital snuggling in one-night stands was a thing of the past. She’d made it clear that the new standard for hookups was simple: hookup and get out. I didn’t want to embarrass myself as a novice at these encounters.
When he sat up to dispose of the condom, I took that as my cue and got out of bed. I only made it one step before he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me against him, so my back was pressed against his chest. “Stay.”
I stilled, wondering if he was just saying that because he felt like he needed to. Our situation was unique in that we would have to see each other after our night of debauchery. I didn’t want him to feel obligated.
“Please. I don’t want you to go. I just want to be with you.” His arm tightened around me.
Surrendering to his request was easy as I melted against him and he pulled me back into bed. He laid on his back, tucking me beside him with my head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart thumped against my cheek as he ran his hand up and down my back.
As I lay in his arms, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I still had a difficult time believing that this was happening. That I’d actually gone to Nick’s hotel room. That we’d had sex. That he’d asked me to stay with him. None of it seemed possible. The entire night held a surreal quality, like I was in a dream. If that was the case, I didn’t want to wake up.
