TWENTY THREE
N icolas and I wrapped up our conversation and appeared presentable again before Amala returned, despite the slick feeling that coated my pussy. The moment she dropped me off at home, I texted Nicolas.
The man must've driven at the speed of light, because after ten minutes, there was a knock on my door. "I hope you obeyed the speed limit," I teased.
"If it makes you feel better, then yes, I did. I followed the rules of the road like a good little boy," he mocked me, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
"Make yourself at home." I gestured to the couch. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, but it's not exactly a beverage you'll have on hand." I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what exactly he wanted.
"Oh, if there's something you want that I don't have, we could always go to the convenience store. It's only two minutes away."
He tucked his hands into his pockets, laughing softly. "Bless your innocent heart, mikrí petaloúda ." He plopped onto the couch, sighing in contentment. His large frame made everything in my house seem so small. "Come sit with me."
I obliged, slowly walking towards him. He patted the area next to him, and when I sat down, he moved closer, ensuring our bodies were touching. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"It could just be my imagination, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like we really connected back at the club." He stroked my hair, the action ever so tender.
I had revealed a glimpse of my feelings, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to know more. "I agree with you," I said softly.
"You still haven't told me what you're so scared of." We looked at each other earnestly. The seconds ticked by and I could feel the warmth in the air gradually increasing. "Lay back for me," he said tenderly.
"Why?" I enquired, my curiosity always got the better of me. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch, feeling every ounce of fear regarding vulnerability wash away.
"Can you follow instructions?"
"Of course—" He cut me off mid-sentence.
"Then do what I asked you or must you always question everything?" I bit the inside of my cheek, meeting his intense stare.
"Okay, I'll do it." My heart pounded vigorously as I laid back against the soft couch, letting my body sink into it. Nicolas watched me attentively, his eyes never straying from mine.
Each and every cell in my body felt like it had been set on fire and I grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding it backward due to the heat creeping up my neck and face .
"Good girl," he praised, running his thumb along my bottom lip. "Now, spread your legs and place both feet on the couch."
I couldn't protest because the look he gave me was intimidating, to say the least. I gulped softly, assuming the desired position.
God, I've never been this turned on before despite feeling extremely exposed and naked, which was humorous, because I still had my dress on.
"Do you know why I asked you to do this?" I dug my fingers into the couch, shaking my head. "Firstly, I can tell that you're afraid of vulnerability and this position is the exact thing you detest."
"How do you know that?" I shivered, the throbbing sensation between my legs intensifying with each passing second.
"You try so hard to conceal it, but I can read you like a book," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my thong and slowly pulling it down my legs.
"And the second reason?" I asked, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
He dropped down to his knees in front of me, grabbed the back of my knees, and pushed my legs back as far as possible. "The second reason is that I've got an insatiable need to make you feel good. I want to pleasure you, I want to make you tremble, moan, whimper. God, just knowing I'm the one responsible for your pleasure makes my heart palpitate."
My head hit the back of the couch and I started panting. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
"What wasn't supposed to happen?" He trailed soft kisses along my inner thigh while maintaining eye contact, immediately setting me off. I cursed under my breath as blood rushed straight to my clit.
"This. Us. It was just meant to be a one night stand," I whimpered, biting down on my lip with extreme force. His eyes never left mine as he moved his lips closer to my throbbing core .
"Unfortunately, it was never going to be just one night. You and I are forever." He sucked on the skin, and at this moment in time, I felt nothing but gratitude at the fact that I no longer lived in an apartment.
Moan after moan, needy whimpers, heavy panting—that's what filled the air. "And that comment just proved my point. You're afraid of something, so I intend to find out what that is. Whether it be commitment, vulnerability, intimacy . I'll help you through it, but right now," finally, he kissed my clit and I lost all of my bearings. "no more talking, just moaning."
He flattened his tongue against my clit and I sobbed at the overwhelming pleasurable feeling. "The truth is, I'm afraid, too, and I don't know how to process the feelings I have for you."
Again, I couldn't respond because Nicolas ate me out like his life depended on it. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on it roughly when he slid his tongue inside of me.
He groaned, the vibrations heightening the feeling of pure satisfaction. "So good," I whimpered. "So, so good."
Kissing, nibbling, sucking. One thing about this man is that he knew exactly which buttons to push. He didn't stop until he got at least two orgasms out of me, and by that time, I was spent.
Despite the exhaustion, there was still something I needed to do.
"You look adorable," I praised. Nicolas gave me a bored look and I couldn't contain my laughter. "I'm serious! Besides, this is a rejuvenating face mask, so it's really good for your skin."
"Why is it purple?" he grimaced. "And of course it smells like lavender." He shook his head, clearly not impressed with my skincare products.
"Lavender and eucalyptus, to be precise." We showered together which consisted of an unhealthy amount of kissing. He also coincidentally had a gym bag in his car with extra clothes in it.
Now he was laying in my lap, letting me do whatever my heart desired to him. "Was the headband necessary?"
"Yes, it keeps your hair out of your face."
"Right, because my long, luscious hair just seems to be all over the place." I chuckled softly, applying a lip serum.
"Exactly," I agreed. His eyes were closed and he seemed genuinely relaxed, which was a drastic contrast to his usual demeanour. "Can I ask you a question?"
Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, staring directly at me. "You don't have to ask for my permission, sweetheart." He smiled. "You can ask me anything."
I inhaled deeply. "When was your last relationship and why did it end?"
He laughed softly, grabbing a hold of my hand and kissing the inside of my palm. The gesture was sweet and innocent, eliciting a strange feeling within me. "You're going straight for it, yeah?"
I smiled, nodding. "Six years ago, and it ended because we weren't compatible. We had different goals, dreams, ambitions, and I struggled with affection."
"Affection? I don't think that's a problem for you."
"Back then, it was a huge problem, but if you're referring to sex, that's completely different. It comes naturally, I suppose," he said.
"No." I shook my head. "You were just affectionate a few seconds ago." His smile genuinely made my heart melt.
"With you, everything flows naturally. It's something my very being burns to do—to shower you with affection, even if it's foreign to me."
"Your obsession is blinding you," I joked.
"Perhaps. Or maybe you just aren't ready to accept the fact that I'm willing to do things with you and for you that I've never done before." Speechless. That's what I was. "Now, talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling. What's going through your mind? Tell me your fear."
"Where do I even begin?" I sighed, but he silently reassured me with a small smile. "Commitment and being vulnerable is my fear," I confessed.
"Why do you feel that way?" When I struggled to answer, him he spoke again. "Are you going to say that vulnerability equals weakness?"
He quite literally took the words out my mouth. "How did you know?"
"I know because I feel the exact same way, yet here I am, allowing you to put a purple, fluffy headband on me and a purple, lavender, eucalyptus face mask. Do I come across as the kind of man who does any of this?"
"You most certainly do not." I laughed. "Deep down, I know that displaying emotion and being open or vulnerable is far from weakness, but I was conditioned to have that negative connotation. The experiences I've had in life have definitely added to the notion."
I ran my fingers through his hair, getting lost in the dark colour of the soft strands. "We're more alike than I would've ever imagined," he murmured. A yawn escaped me and my eyes got a little teary. "However, I think we'll have to cut this conversation short and continue it when you're not exhausted."
"I'm fine, we can talk right now." I yawned again, making Nicolas give me a bored look. "Okay, maybe I'm a little tired."
"A little? You came thrice in the span of two hours. I think you're more than just a little tired." My jaw fell slack and I pinched his earlobe. "What? I'm being honest."
"And I understand that, I really do, but for the love of Christ, have some decorum."
"You squirted in my mouth, Gabriella. The last thing we should be talking about right now is decorum ." I tugged on his hair, making him grunt, which was soon replaced with a deep laughter.
"That's enough."
"My apologies." He placed a hand on his chest. "I should get going." I frowned, looking at him with clear disapproval on my face. "What's wrong, mikrí petaloúda ?"
"I thought you were staying the night," I said softy, preparing myself for rejection.
"Is that what you want?"
Is it? I've never allowed any man to sleep over before, so this would be the first time experiencing it. "Yes. I want you to stay."
"Then I'll stay." He sat upright, moving directly next to me. "Now, is it time to take off these atrocious face masks yet?"
"Yes." I laughed. "You call it atrocious now, but you'll learn to love it."