Chapter 12 Nora #2
We made it to the hall, and I was two seconds away from asking him to just get a blanket and pull me on the hardwood floor.
“Well, would you maybe be willing to massage my back?” I asked hesitantly, then feeling worried, rushed to add, “Not in a sexual way, just a medical way. I was thinking if you applied some pressure to the nerve that’s hurting, it could help.”
“Of course I can.” Colson’s tone held the smallest tinge of apprehension in it. I wondered if he was as worried about touching me as I was about letting him touch me.
Once we made it to his room, we stopped on my side…or where I slept the night prior.
Still holding both my hands, Colson faced me and looked down.
“You’ll have to get out of this sweatshirt…”
Wetting my lips, I gave him a small nod before reaching for the hem of the sweater.
“Here, I’ll help you. Do you want a tank top or—”
Shaking my head, I cut him off. “I was thinking naked, with a sheet over my butt. That way, after the massage, if you use oils or lotion, I can just get in the bath directly afterward.”
“Smart.”
His hands gripped the hood as he helped lift it off me, then tossed it on the ground. Next, I slowly pushed down the sweats. I had no underwear on because of how many times I had to bathe, so once they hit the floor, I carefully stepped out and tried not to notice the way Colson’s throat bobbed.
“How about you start on your back and gently roll to your front?” Colson offered, but it actually hurt more to do it that way.
“Here, just hold my hand while I get on,” I said while pressing my knee into the mattress. He held me, and when I wobbled to the side, his hand went to my rib, stabilizing me. From there I put my left hand up by the pillows, and then adjusted so my other knee could come up, and I was on all fours.
“Okay, now for the getting flat part.” I muttered, completely unfazed anymore that Colson was seeing me vulnerable and naked. His hand gently gripped my rib cage as I pushed my palms forward and lowered myself inch by inch.
“Ahh,” I slipped forward too fast, making my back spasm, but Colson’s other hand came under me, catching me so that I didn’t fall all the way down.
“Here,” he said, helping me until I was flat on the mattress, “need any pillows moved, or anything?”
“Can you just get the sheet and pull it up?” I asked, as my face turned and sunk into the top of my forearm.
Colson didn’t reply, but seconds later the cool sheet was slowly drifting up and over my calves, up my thighs until it reached the curve of my ass.
“Thank you.”
Colson made a sound, but honestly, I couldn’t make it out.
“Let me go grab some massage oils.” He left, and when he came back, he lowered the overhead light and flicked on his gas fireplace.
It was so cozy and intimate that I instantly relaxed.
Especially when I felt his body press into the bed.
Somehow, throughout the course of the day, he’d made me feel safe.
“Nora, the position I’m going to need to be in is going to be a little awkward. I’d need to essentially straddle your ass. You okay with that?”
Butterflies shot off inside my belly, swooping and diving into molten lava that had already begun erupting in my core.
I hated how badly I wanted him, and how I couldn’t seem to turn that off, even with a back injury.
Swallowing hard, I whispered. “Yes.”
As careful as ever, his thighs spread out over my hips, and I could feel his semi-hard erection press up against my rear.
I tried not to get worked up about that, I knew he couldn’t control when he became hard…
and having a naked woman underneath him would be nearly impossible not to get worked up over.
The first drop of oil hit my back in a cool, soothing squirt, and before it had a chance to run off my back, his hands were massaging it into my skin.
It felt incredible to have the tightness worked out of my muscles. I whimpered with pleasure as he applied pressure and traced a line up the center of my spine.
He worked my tissue, adding more oils and massaging his fingertips into my skin as he went, and with each stroke, he seemed to become harder behind me.
My noises continued to increase as his fingers dug deep and worked out stress.
“You’re really good at this.” I rasped in between moans.
“Good,” he said, but his voice was hoarse.
Colson moved his fingers up my neck, applying pressure in long strokes, and then he moved back down my back. I had no idea how much time had passed as I felt myself go in and out as my muscles relaxed.
“Do you plan on staying here,” Colson randomly asked, making my eyes pop open. “I mean, in Macon, the town, with your parents leaving. Will you go too?”
I didn’t even have to think about that one. “I plan on staying. I can’t do superhot temperatures. I realized this when I was in California for college.”
“Really?” He laughed, moving his hands up and across my shoulder blades. “Did you go to the beach?”
Shrugging, I thought back to when I lived there. “Yeah, I loved the beaches but I didn’t get to go that often and I missed home a lot. I love this area with the trees and mountains. I love hiking when there aren’t blizzards.”
His light laugh was like a tiny flame flickering in my heart.
“What about you? Did you like Malibu?”
Colson shifted. “Yeah, I like it just fine, but I don’t like living near my family. If they moved up here, I’d move away. I mean, probably. Unless I was married and settled down.”
Shocked, I made some sound and annoyingly asked, “You want a family?” As if I couldn’t picture him with one. But I could.
Easily.
“Yeah, I do, eventually. I want a wife, some kids…probably a dog.”
Smiling into my forearms, I agreed. “I want that too someday, kids, a dog…a husband.”
Colson paused for a second, freezing his ministrations.
“You don’t think it’s a prison to be settled? Or are you saying you want that in like ten years?”
Why did he want me to be so specific? It was an odd way of asking his question, but I went along with it.
“I think it would depend on if I met the right guy sooner rather than later. Starting a family is just as big of an adventure as traveling the globe and flying to catch every sunset. If I had to pick between the two, I’d choose the pitter patter of little feet, and strong arms to lie in at night.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time, and neither did I.
I had no idea why he was asking these questions, but it didn’t matter.
Not when his fingers dipped below the sheet.
“Just want to get the lower back a bit better,” he said, gently moving the fabric.
I swallowed thickly as his hands slowly rubbed in slow circles. Those fingers kept trailing lower and lower…until he was massaging the top of my ass cheek.
“This okay?” His voice sounded as though it had been drug through glass, and for some strange reason, I wanted to hear it again.
“Yeah.”
Colson took advantage, squirting more oil, rubbing and massaging. He swiped left and right over my skin, teasing me like crazy. He was so close to all my intimate places, it made me desperate for his long fingers to dip lower until he was sinking into my heat.
But I didn’t say anything, I just let him rub and add more oil. Finally, after the second round of massaging my butt, his fingers dipped inward, along the crack.
He acted like it was normal, and I didn’t say anything to stop him.
His fingers swiped up and down the crack, and over the tight hole. I wanted him to linger there, to apply pressure, or do something to make me feel as brazen as I did the other night. This was dirty and naughty, and I wanted to revel in it.
“Can you apply a little pressure right there?” I asked, unsure what he’d say as a response, but it was worth a shot.
He didn’t hesitate at all, his thumb covered the hole as he asked, “Right here?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s tight. Can you apply some pressure, maybe loosen it up?” I realized it was a bad line, so cheesy it probably wouldn’t pass in a porno, but I didn’t care. I was beyond caring when it came to wanting him.
Again, he didn’t skip a beat, he played along, and it made my heart feel light.
“It is tight.” He hissed, pushing his thumb in the slightest bit. “I may need a few minutes with it.”
I tried not to come on the spot from how good it felt to have one hand massage my ass cheek and the other massage my asshole, but the two together were euphoric.
Slightly applying pressure with his thumb, he twisted his hand until his fingers dipped lower, sinking into my center.
I hissed approval as he said, “There we go.”
Fuck, it felt so good.
“You’re dripping on my sheets, aren’t you, Nora?” He drew his fingers out of my wetness and then plunged them back in. I inhaled a sharp breath at his sudden change and the sexy tone. He sounded like he was two seconds from fucking me senseless.
“Answer me, Nora, are you wet for me?”
I hoarsely replied, “Yes.”
“Good girl, I want you wet for me, anytime I’m touching you.” His fingers moved, fucking me with brash strokes, pushing in and pulling out. He withdrew, rubbing my wetness along my crack, and applied pressure to that tight hole.
“Nora, do you know how badly I want to fill you up right now?” A wet sound filled the room as his fingers worked my pussy, building my orgasm higher and higher.
“Colson,” I begged, moving my hips the smallest bit.
Truth was, I had no idea if he could fuck me, when it came to him touching me, I lost all sense and reason.
“Nora, you need to tell me if I can fill you…because with you on my bed, naked, your oiled skin at my fingertips…I’m either going to fuck my hand until I come all over your backside, or you’re going to tell me if I can slide inside you.”
Oh my God.
The image was so erotic, my breath compressed.
Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I said, “Yes.”
Suddenly, the head of his cock was at my entrance. “You’re okay that I enter without a condom?”
I exhaled slowly, feeling the massive head already begin to surge forward. “Yes.”
He growled, adjusting himself, and then he began sinking inside me.
My mouth parted as my pussy stretched around him. I’d had him in my mouth, so I knew how big he was, but feeling him stretch me was completely different.
“Oh my God.” I rasped, clinging to the sheets.
His hand moved to the dip in my back, holding me in place.
“We’re just going to hang out right here, let you feel the tip of my cock while I play with your asshole, and see how fast you come on my cock.”
I had never been more desperate to move my hips than I was right at that moment.
But we did as he said, the tip stayed at my entrance, slowly stretching me, while his thumb surged into my hole with more pressure than before.
Feeling both places so full had me gasping, clenching the sheets in my fists.
“Nora, tell me to stop.” He groaned, shifting his hips forward the smallest bit, which pushed his erection a few inches deeper.
Right as he did it, his thumb went deeper simultaneously.
I cried out, gasping and trying to catch my breath as an orgasm tore through me.
“That’s it, let go.” He moved again, pushing in even further.
My mind reeled at the idea that Colson Hanes was pushing his cock inside of me right now, we weren’t fucking so to speak, but he was spreading me open.
“Just a little bit more, and you’ll have taken all of me.” He shuddered before pushing further in.
His hands were on my hips as he held me in place, my face still down on the sheets, my fingers curling into the fabric as he stretched me.
“You’re so tight…fucking hell, so”—he inhaled sharply—“so tight.”
With one last push, he was fully sheathed.
I welcomed the bit of a burn as we sat like that, thankful he’d relented on my tighter hole because burning in two places at once without the option to actually fuck him wasn’t my idea of fun.
“Nora.” Colson breathed, shuddering the smallest bit. “I wish you could see how fucking good we look like this, my cock buried inside of you, connected this way.”
I made a sound, but I still couldn’t think past how full I felt with him being buried inside of me.
His hips shifted the smallest bit, pulling out and then moving forward once more.
Colson gasped, and then bit out, “I’m going to come…fuck, shit.” His breathing was labored. He started pulling out when I lifted my hips and clamped down.
“Inside me,” I hurried to say and then he was thrusting, filling me so insanely full that when he yelled “fuckkk,” I screamed his name, coming for a second time.
Our breaths were heavy as we both sagged into the bed.
“Holy shit.” He gasped, then slowly pulled out of me.
“Now we both need a bath.”
I smiled into the sheets, knowing he couldn’t see me yet.
“Colson,” I said softly, trying to get his attention.
He moved until he was lying next to me, his big arm wrapped around my waist.
“Yeah?”
I wanted to say so many things…all the things that had begun building in my chest like little Lego blocks. Building the smallest, most fragile bridges to his heart. But I was still nervous that he’d pull away the second things got too real for him.
So, I simply said, “I get the bath. You can have the shower.”