CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Marcy
Nick stands in front of me in my apartment, my safe space.
Our cards have been laid on the table, both of us acknowledging how badly we want each other, and recognizing that we are both little scared about what comes next.
We appreciate that we are on a precipice of an adventure that would be new to each of us for opposing reasons; neither of us going in blind to the risks of our complicated histories.
“That sounds like a much better plan.” He says to me, as he steps in front of me.
We both still have our coats and shoes on, as if neither one of us remembers the next steps to entering a building.
It’s almost as if we are frozen, both a little too nervous to function when we finally find ourselves alone and in a personal space.
The idea that I am not the only one with unease in this scenario is curiously comforting.
The romantic scene that my bedroom has transformed into nearly made me emotional with the thoughtfulness of it, and I clearly owe Annie a few favors after this. No wonder she kept looking at me suspiciously while she was getting me ready, she had a secret.
“Is it okay if I help you out of your jacket?” Nick asks, as he takes off his own and drapes it over the back of my couch.
I take in the sight of him in my living room, and its overwhelmingly right.
I nod permission and he comes up behind me, grabbing the lapels and slipping it slowly down my body, placing it on top of his own.
Goosebumps are running down my body, and I am sure he can tell.
I can’t decide if I want us to take our time, or if I want him to immediately bend me over the back of the sofa like our coats and have his way with me.
“What do you want me to do, Marcy?” His voice is low, his eyes soft and his hands are gently pulling my hair back over my shoulders.
“I’m not sure, you are the first man I have ever had in this apartment.” He spins me to face him.
“You said you lived here a decade. Not even your ex?”
“No, I guess not wanting him here should have been a big red flag at the time.” I giggle to myself at the absurdity of that fact.
“Well, maybe my presence here is enough for tonight? Do you want me to just hold you and watch a movie?” He keeps giving me every chance to deny him, like I am some sort of delicate creature.
Or maybe he is still doubting his value?
He might be more nervous than I am. I realize that I am going to need to be more direct, find the version of myself from the cupcake shop and remind her to act accordingly at home.
“No, I want you to take control. I want you to help me distract the nerves in my head.” He studies me for a moment.
“I like having control Marcy, in fact it’s what helps ease my own worries.
” He puts a hand on the side of my face and tilts my head just enough to give him an opening to my neck.
He starts trailing slow and warm kisses down my jaw to my exposed shoulder.
“Just promise me.” Kiss. “You will tell me.” Kiss.
“If you want something different.” Kiss.
Lick. He lingers at the spot below my ear, my nipples answering to the heat he is creating.
And just like that, something snaps into place between us.
“Yes, promise.” Breathlessly responding as all other words start to leave my brain.
“Good girl.” He continues slowly kissing, licking, and then nipping lightly at my neck, down to my collar bone.
My eyes close as I relish in the attention, my body feeling loose and warm.
“I want you to know that I was tested after my last partner, and several times over the years. I am clean, and I have condoms with me.” He is clearly practiced at having this conversation, and his ability to continue seducing me while having it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I am too. I also have condoms in my nightstand, and I am on the pill.”
“You have condoms in your nightstand?” He asks, almost mockingly.
“You aren’t the only one who hoped that you would end up in my apartment at some point.”
With that confirmation, he gives me a grin as he places both of his hands on either side of my face and starts kissing me with intention.
His lips and tongue take their time exploring my mouth, his tongue gently massaging mine.
He is such a thorough and delicious kisser.
I lift my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his, feeling the firmness of his chest and abdomen against my own.
Craving the gentle friction on my nipples as we lean into each other.
His hands start to explore my body, moving down my sides, gripping my hips, and giving me a flashback to yesterday when he had me rocking against him.
He starts to play with the hem of my shirt, and in a swift motion its over my head and on the ground.
He pauses, taking a moment to admire me as I stand in my jeans and a strapless lace bra that I impulse purchased at Target.
I notice his breath catch and will be giving said bra a five-star review.
“Marcy, you are so beautiful.” He steps back into my body, kisses me deeply and then pulls me toward my room.
As we cross into the electric candlelight of my bedroom, I can feel our energies continue to merge.
Nick lifts his shirt over his head, and I am instantly transported back to the first time I saw him shirtless on the bridge all those weeks ago, sweat covered from his run.
Just like then, his stomach and pecs are firm and sculpted, matching his thick biceps and broad shoulders.
Unlike that time however, I am taking my time to appreciate every inch of him; No longer feeling any shame as I ogle the man now standing half dressed in my bedroom.
I want to be pressed against that chest again, and as if reading my mind, he lifts me up and carries me over to my bed, placing me back against a pile of my pillows.
He lays next to me and as he returns to kissing and licking my neck, and he cups one of my breasts in his hand and lightly thumbs my nipple through the lace.
My body is buzzing, and he hasn’t even taken my pants off yet.
He adjusts himself so that he is over me and places his warm mouth over the nipple he has been torturing.
My whole-body arches into him, and I can feel the panties that match my bra dampen more and more as he teases, taking turns licking and sucking each nipple into his mouth, the friction of the lace only adding to the tease.
One of his calloused hands remains attentive to the breast not currently being occupied by his mouth.
It’s a torture so delicious and new that I struggle to remember to breathe.
He reaches down to unbutton my pants and slides my jeans off. A heavy moan escapes him as he takes me in, feeling especially pleased with my decision to go with a matching set. He stares at me like a treasure, and it makes all of my senses tingle.
His cock is pressing against the seem of his jeans, but as I reach to free him, he stops me.
“Not yet, Beautiful.” He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, discarding it before doing the same to my panties.
Now completely bare before him, I have never felt sexier.
He stands and looks at me like he is ready to devour me.
I’m about to let him, no nerves in sight.
“Can you spread your legs for me Marcy? I want to see you.” I do as I am told.
“Good girl” he praises me again as he starts to languidly stroke my legs.
“You are gorgeous, every inch. I’m trying not to rush but the sight of you might be the death of me.
” Before I can respond, he leans over me and kisses me with more intensity than before, adding the weight of his body against mine.
Every piece of my skin now so gloriously awake that its almost too much.
He teases me with just one push of his denim covered cock against my center and just that moment of pressure has me seeing stars.
He trails kisses down my neck, sucking on each bare breast, nibbling on each nipple, that are now so taut and yearning that just his breath on them is making me feel close to the edge.
“Nick, if you keep teasing my nipples like that I might come.” I manage to breathlessly warn, having never experienced so much attention to them before.
“Promise?” and as his mouth closes back over my breast, he reaches down with his thumb, gathering wet arousal from my center, and then starts slowly circling my clit with just enough pressure for me to quake.
My legs start to tremble, and I can feel my lower back and core start to do the same.
Nick clearly senses what is building within me, causing him to bite gently down on my breast, while he slides two fingers inside me, without interrupting those slow circles with his thumb.
I’m whimpering now, feeling so close to my release that tears are nearly falling.
“You can come now Marcy,” he whispers. I didn’t know I was waiting for permission, but with it, I completely shatter, my orgasm tensing every muscle in my body.
“Nick,” I yell as he holds me close to him, creating pressure on my breasts against his chest as he is unrelenting in the gentle circling of his thumb and stroking of his fingers inside me.
I am completely overcome, waves of pleasure roll from the base of my spine, through every nerve within me. Even the tips of my fingers tingle.
“Yes, Marcy, Good. Keep coming, I’ve got you.” And I do. He doesn’t stop coaxing me with his consistent rhythm until he feels me start to come down from my high and I stare at him in disbelief. He has a pleased and hungry look on his face.
“That’s one.” He states with gravel is his voice between kissing me. One what? Which I must have said out loud as he answers, “that’s your first orgasm tonight.”
“How many will there be?” I ask, still breathless.