31 #2
I tossed my jacket on the barstool when I walked in, so I’m sitting in just my leggings and a Drillers sweatshirt that belongs to Nic. I may have “stolen” it as I left his condo one day. The smell of him is starting to fade and I long to bathe it in him again.
“I am actually starving,” he growls and dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings.
My heart rattles with the knowledge that his hunger is not for anything he’ll find in the refrigerator or pantry. But it is in this kitchen.
I lift my butt as he tugs my leggings down and snatches my panties along with them. I flinch when my bare ass rests on the cold counter but it doesn’t last long.
Nic lays a soft kiss on my ankle and slowly works his way up my leg, licking my thigh and straight to my dripping core.
He peers up at me from his crouched position and flattens his tongue to my pussy. He drags it through my dripping seam and moans. My body trembles and the cold counter now lies like an inferno beneath me.
Nic doesn’t stop with one taste. He returns for seconds and thirds until I lose count. My arms shake and give when they can no longer support my body. I writhe on the counter, completely blissed out.
Nic’s long, strong fingers push inside me and he rises, pushing my sweatshirt up and fisting my breast. His fingers pump, his hand massages, and his mouth locks onto mine. I’m on sensory overload.
When his hands retreat I want to cry. I’ve got an orgasm hanging on a cliff and I need him to push me over. But the clinking of his belt as it hits the floor tells me not to worry.
He breaks our kiss with a pop and with the urgency of a man without oxygen, he thrusts in my aching pussy.
“Fuck,” he growls and I whine “Oh my god, Nico.”
He’s got my thighs draped over his arms and he pulls me to the edge to reach me deeper. And reach he does.
“I love this tight cunt.” I slide along the smooth surface and claw at anything to keep me grounded. “You love my dick, don’t you baby. Love the way I stretch you wide and fill you with my fat dick, over and over. ”
My mouth hangs open and my back arches, grinding down on him and searching for the blissful spot.
“Look at you, greedy girl. You want more?”
“Yes. More. Harder,” I beg.
I hear the way his chest rumbles in delight before he turns animalistic.
I gasp when he pulls out and flips me over. My toes hold me up, and my arms stretch to grab the sides. A loud slap connects with my ass and I swear, I feel something gush down my thigh only to realize it’s me.
His mouth finds me again and he nips my clit. I vibrate as he hums his way through my slit and to my puckered hole. When my body rolls with pleasure, Nic teases me again.
“Does my girl want it here?” He traces the rim and carefully pushes his thumb in.
I nod frantically. It’s been so long since a man ventured there, but I’m afraid of what Nic could do. He’s not a small man and the memory of searing pain from the first time still sits fresh in my mind like it was yesterday.
But if my time with Nic has proven anything it’s that everything is better with him.
He pulls my cheeks apart and I feel something warm and wet drip over me. I look over my shoulder and see the line of spit that spills from his mouth.
“I don’t want to take you raw. It will hurt. But I can give you a little something.”
He massages me again, and while he slides his cock into my throbbing pussy, he shoves his thumb fully in my ass.
I drop my head, knocking it on the counter, almost like I’m trying to make sure this is real, if this is really my life right now.
His grunts fill my ears and he thrust harder and ferociously. This is a side of him I haven’t experienced. I’ve had soft and what I thought was rough sex, but this is on another level.
My eyes slam shut so hard that they squeeze a hot tear of desire down my cheek. Is this pleasure? Is it pain? All I know is I don’t want it to end.
A firm hand circles my neck, taking me by surprise. His thumb begins pumping in time with his dick and the small changes send rockets blasting.
“Nic! Yesssss!” I push back, grinding down and taking everything I can get. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“Never…fucking…stop,” he cries out then spills his release.
Our words, our moans, the sounds our bodies make are obscene. It drags on and on until we lie spent and motionless. I’m living in the afterglow when something hits me.
“I didn’t take my birth control today.” I push him off of me and we both wince at the sudden loss.
“What are you talking about?” Nic is clumsily pulling up his pants as I scurry off to my bathroom, his cum dripping down my legs.
I don’t even care right now because my only thought is what will happen if .
“You came in me!” I turn to look at him before crossing the threshold to my bedroom and he comes jogging up after me.
“Okay, but we’ve had sex before and I didn’t use a condom. I don’t get why you’re freaking out.” He reaches for my arm and I jump out of his grasp.
“The difference is I’ve never forgotten my pill before.
” His blank face continues to stare at me, and I can only throw my hands up and walk to my medicine cabinet.
“Birth control isn’t fail proof. Only about 99% if you take it consistently.
Which I do. But if you miss one day, that lowers to 93%.
One day. That means there’s a 7% percent chance of getting pregnant. SEVEN percent, Nico.”
My hands shake as I push the little pill through the foil package. If fall to the floor, and my nerves skyrocket. I just want to cry. Nic bends down and picks up my pill and takes my hand, placing it gently in the palm.
“I come from a long line of very fertile women. If a virile man even sneezes in the direction of a San Ramón woman…boom! Kids popping out like fucking circus clowns from a car.” My chest feels tight and I feel dizzy, the pill still resting in my hand.
“Well, how many days did you miss taking it?”
“One,” I tell him. “Today’s pill. Technically yesterdays. I should’ve taken it before bed. But I stayed up to get you and completely forgot.”
He looks at me like I’m an escapee from a mental hospital. It enrages me that he doesn’t understand how dire this situation is.
“Can you…can something happen that quickly? I mean, it’s only been a couple of hours.”
My mouth opens to say yes but honestly, “I don’t know. Maybe? No? I have no clue because I’ve never forgotten it.” I throw the pill in my mouth and gulp water straight from the bathroom faucet.
“Sooo, it’s highly probable that you’re just fine and having a freak-out for no reason. Don’t you think you’re making a mountain out of a mole hill?”
Water drips from my lips and I swipe my sweatshirt across it. I look at my reflection in the mirror and see a frantic woman who looks like she’s just lost control. Red cheeks, disheveled hair, swollen lips, and wearing only a sweatshirt while our combined orgasm leaks down my thigh
I sigh and drop my head into my hands, feeling stupid but still slightly panicked. I didn’t use the logical side of my brain because all I could think was there is no way I want a child when I’m still trying to find the courage to admit my feelings to Nic and myself.
Strong and comforting arms wrap around me and kisses are laid on the top of my head.
“Baby, I think you may have jumped the gun on your assumptions. I’m no gynecologist or a woman, but I’m pretty sure it’s okay to miss it by a few hours.
Now a few days and I’d be on your side.” I shrug, stupid tears threatening to break free.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up and get to bed.
I think we both need some sleep and maybe a little cuddle time. ”
He throws me a big cheesy smile knowing I don’t like being touched while I’m sleeping.
But somehow, I always wake up wrapped in his arms like the inside of a burrito.
And I refuse to admit that I actually wake up feeling more rested.
It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with being busy.
That’s all.
He reaches into the shower and flips on the water. Soon the room is steaming up and we’re stepping in together. Warm water begins to wash my worries away, and I luxuriate in the strong hands that lather my hair and body with care.
When he pulls me tight, my eyes close with relief and I tell that scared, little girl it’s time to grow up. No more hiding from that pounding thing in my chest that says to just believe. Believe that something wonderful can happen to me.
So I let go of her and embrace a woman who tells me it’s okay to fall in love.