Chapter 16
William
The ten minutes it took to talk to Elspeth about the pub felt like an eternity.
My affection for Nairie was growing by the day.
Even though it had only been a few weeks, our relationship felt like it was fast-tracked because of how well we already knew each other.
The foundation of trust was already built, and now anything else we shared just made me feel that much closer to her.
So when I confessed about my past, it felt like we were starting something bigger than ourselves.
More than just a fantasy fulfilled for her and more than just a holiday fuck for me.
We were entering territory I never expected, a relationship built on respect and trust. She was so patient with me, not fearing or judging me in any way.
Of course, I was still nervous that she’d change her mind.
She might wake up tomorrow and decide that my baggage was just too much to handle.
But it was too late now. I was freefalling into whatever this was with Nairie.
What she saw in me when we were kids, I was now seeing in her.
I was falling in love with my sister’s best friend, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The worst part was I knew I’d be leaving soon. Elspeth was running the pub better, and the buzz from social media was still bringing in new customers. The thought of no longer being around Nairie made my heart ache.
My insatiable lust for her body was difficult to curb, even when we were in the same room.
How I’d deal with it when I was across the world was another matter.
I didn’t want to go back to my cold bed at the inn, to only find release in the pleasure of my own hand when her pussy was the sweetest I’d ever tasted.
It didn’t take much for me to get excited around her.
I felt it when I watched how engrossed she was in her drawings by the windowsill—her thick dark hair hung around her face, and her toned legs propped up her sketchpad.
It was the same feeling I got when I saw her come downstairs for our date in just jean shorts and a sweater.
She was completely comfortable in her own skin, and it was the biggest turn-on.
That and seeing her come on the beach. I’d looked into her brown eyes as her dark hair toppled in rivulets over the sand. I wanted to memorize the way she looked at that moment, her skin pearly and dewy from her orgasm in the moonlight.
I liked seeing her unravel, but I loved watching her get stronger. Day by day, she seemed more confident. She was meant for greatness, and I wanted to be the one to see it all happen.
I was already busier than ever juggling the business with the inn and Elspeth’s pub, but being with Nairie was my reward. I’d gladly take my time enjoying it tonight.
I quietly made my way up the stairs to join Nairie. I pushed open her bedroom door that was left ajar and took in the soft glow from her lamp, bathing the room in gold.
She was waiting naked in bed. It was like Christmas morning, a present just waiting to be unwrapped.
She held the sheet over her chest and watched as I removed my clothes.
Once I was done, she scooted to the side to allow me to lie behind her.
I stroked her curves over the covers, admiring how her waist dipped under the sheet.
She looked like one of those Grecian statues carved with a thin veil surrounding their immortalized figures.
I wanted to worship Nairie’s body with the same appreciation as I would fine art.
Dedicating attention to every inch and curve.
Tightening my hold on her, I pulled her abruptly against my body. I loved feeling her plump ass against my dick.
I nuzzled her neck. “Seeing you naked and waiting for me is my new favorite thing.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” She hummed.
She reached behind my neck as she arched farther into me, letting my hands explore her body over the sheets. I kissed her neck, nipping it in some new places, relishing in seeing my old marks still visible on her alabaster skin.
I slipped my hands under the sheet, massaging her warm breasts, gripping firmly as I slowly thrust behind her.
Nairie’s breath quickened, and I continued moving down her body, dipping my fingers inside her wet center.
Nairie gasped, and I captured her chin from behind, angling her mouth toward mine so I could taste her lips as I thrust my fingers in and out of her.
She gave herself completely to me, her mouth opened with a groan, and I took the chance to run my tongue over her lips.
She kissed me back passionately, moving her tongue against mine in equal measure.
This sweet girl was so sinful in bed; she felt like my perfect match, like our bodies were meant to do this.
I withdrew my fingers from her opening and trailed the warm wetness through her folds and around her clit. I gripped the front of her throat from behind with my other hand to keep her body in place against mine. Her taut nipples rubbed against my forearm banded across her chest.
She was getting close, and my cock throbbed at the sweet moans emanating from her pouty mouth.
She found her release, but before she could come down from it, I swiftly lifted her to her knees so I could take her from behind.
I was dying to see myself thrusting from this angle, her back tattoo on full display.
I gripped her hips as I sank inside her to the hilt.
Nairie moaned louder than before, and I bent to cover her mouth with my hand. “As much as I love to hear you scream, we should try to keep it down.”
Nairie nodded in compliance, but I liked having this hold over her, so I kept my hand in place. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”
I thrust my hips, and Nairie groaned, nodding again.
“Do you love having my cock inside you?”
When I let her speak, her voice came out shaky with need. “Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I love your cock inside me.”
I granted her another thrust, and she bit her lip. Moving my hands, I roamed along her breasts. “God, I love your pussy. I want you to use my cock, baby. Show me how you like it.”
I leaned back to watch Nairie move her pussy over my shaft.
She was slow at first, getting a feel for the angle and motion, but soon, she was gripping the sheets and clenching her muscles around my length.
I loved seeing her take control, using me to gain her own pleasure, and I was right.
Seeing her back tattoo while we fucked was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen.
She was so good at fucking, and she didn’t even know it.
Her small moans were coming out in short bursts when I finally took hold of her hips and drove inside her, my own release building quickly. “I want you to cream all over my cock, love.”
Nairie gasped, and her inner muscles clamped down.
“That’s it, love. I can feel it. Just like that.”
I wrapped her long, dark hair around my hand and lightly pulled, spanking the side of her ass. “Milk my cock, baby.”
Nairie came hard, her upper body falling to the mattress when her hands couldn’t hold her up anymore, and I took the opportunity to lift her hips higher, pistoning inside her until I followed her over the edge. I leaned against her back as I found my breath.
Her slick body slid against mine and created this scent of sex, Nairie, and fresh laundry. I wanted to bottle it up.
Once my vision cleared, I lifted myself off her and kissed the back of her neck before collapsing on the pillow.
Nairie lay motionless, catching her breath as she looked at me behind her tangle of dark hair. She had that wild, mythical look about her, and I smiled, closing my eyes.
Nairie got up and laid her head on my chest, her hand resting above my heart. “Is sex always this good?”
I laughed. “Sex with you is always this good.”
Nairie snuggled closer, and I wrapped my arm around her.
“I submitted my art to the contest.”
“That’s great, love. When do you hear back?”
“Not for a couple of weeks.”
“I know how to keep your mind busy until then.”
Nairie squeezed me tighter. “How are things going with the pub?”
I hesitated. “They’re good.”
“Does it make me a bad friend if I wished it was going worse so you could stay longer?”
I trailed my fingers along her arm in a soothing motion. “I feel the same way, love. I’ll try to stay as long as I can, but it hasn’t been easy running the inn and helping with the pub.”
“I know. I’m not asking you to extend your trip. I’ll just miss you.”
I scooted down so we were face-to-face. “We could try to stay together.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened in hope.
We just jumped ten steps ahead in our relationship, but when I said it out loud, it didn’t feel heavy. It was the truth.
I didn’t want to stop being with Nairie, even if we were physically apart. “I hear some people do long distance.”
Nairie bit her lip and looked at me anxiously. “Is that what you really want, William? I’m not asking anything of you. We can just end this as soon as you’re done with the pub, and I’ll be alright. I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay. I just don’t want you to do this because you feel guilty.”
I’d thought it over, but every time we kissed, had sex, or I looked in her eyes, it was making more sense for us to give it a shot. I was falling for her, if not already in love.
“The more time I spend with you, the more it makes sense.”
“Okay,” she said, blushing.
“Okay? So you’ll be my girlfriend?”
Nairie’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. “Really?”
I laughed. “Well, I’m putting a label on it if we’re really doing long distance. What will I call you back home? The girl I’m seeing? I wouldn’t be seeing you much at all.”
Nairie wrapped her hands around my neck and laid kisses all over my face. “Of course!”
I wrapped my big arms around her and cradled her against my chest. She felt so right in my arms, and solidifying our relationship made everything more real.
Nairie tensed, and I let her go to look at her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m so beyond happy.”
“But?”
“Can we wait to tell my parents? I’ve been making so many changes, and I’m scared this might give them a heart attack.”
“So I’m going to be your dirty little secret? That makes me feel a little cheap.”
Nairie laughed. “I’m sorry. Of course, you’re right. They just had this expectation for me to end up with someone . . .”
I waited.
“Someone of . . . our culture.”
I nodded in understanding. “We can wait to tell them whenever you’re ready, Nairie. Just not forever.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Would she ever openly admit to our relationship with her parents? She was making positive strides toward independence, but this was a big deal.
I didn’t regret making things official with her, no matter how fast we were moving. But I was completely out of my depth. I had no clue how long-distance relationships worked or if we were cut out for it.
Looking at Nairie sleeping in my arms quelled my doubts for now. I shut off my brain and focused on the present. I wouldn’t let my fears taint our happiness. Nairie was mine and always would be.