Chapter 52

Totally overwhelmed, I slung one leg either side of his hip, not even remembering how I had gotten there without my backpack. Nicholas smoothed from my back to my thighs, unable to settle in one place. I grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand, and with the other, explored his perfectly sculpted abdomen underneath his wine shirt. After a few minutes, I moved my kisses down his smoldering neck, while pulling his blouse down to his chest. It didn't take long to see him quickly undo it, totally at my command.

Now that he was shirtless, the heat was almost unbearable. It took only a few minutes of kissing before I sat on his hip and removed his shirt, watching him smile evilly. With my conscience switched off, I moved back to his lips, while he sneakily worked on my zipper. When he had done his part, Nicholas sat up, pulling my thighs toward him and fitting me between his legs, and removed my pants, all without interrupting the kiss. Perhaps the fact that my arms were around his neck at this moment helped him in this.

Nicholas's firm, deft hands held me by the sides of my torso at bra level and pulled me closer to him, making the heat even hotter. This man really was hot, in the literal sense of the word. And then he compared me to the sun. But I didn't complain, on the contrary, I helped him bring us even closer by wrapping my legs around his hips.

I took advantage of the moment when his lips were like magnets on my neck, and convinced myself that taking off his pants would be much more pleasant than continuing to mess up his hair. I opened the button and zipper with relative ease, and pulled his pants toward me, simultaneously being lifted slightly by him, to facilitate the process of slipping them under my body. It was impressive how things flowed between us, no matter how shaky I was and even without us saying a word.

When he sat me on his hip again, I felt his significant sign of arousal, even more significant now that the thick jeans of his pants were no longer between us. A wave of heat ran down my spine, and I became even more aggressive, without realizing it. Nicholas gave me an almost painful bite on my lower lip, smiling with his eyes half open, and soon after I felt my bra loosen. I really had to watch out for his hands, barely noticing that they were going for the clasp on my back.

I threw the bra away, and Nicholas resumed our lips with urgency, grabbing my hair with one hand and squeezing my breast with the other. He pulled my hair harder and harder, managing to control himself, but I was no longer able to keep silent, and moaned softly quite often. His way of kissing and touching me was torturous, I couldn't stand it for long.

"You can go on," he gasped, his voice husky, stroking my thighs and causing electric shocks to my skin "Do what you want, I'm sure I'll like it."

I frowned lightly, not really understanding, but there was neither the time nor the sanity to discuss the meaning of that attitude, even more so with that simply perfect body right in my grasp.

I stroked his abdomen and chest breathlessly for a moment, feeling each perfectly sculpted relief slide under my skin, and he continued to wait, still stroking my thighs. His strong torso contrasted sharply with the fragility of my hands flattened over it.

My heart was pounding, even louder than the silence of the apartment.

Nicholas was still watching me with interest, and I returned his gaze, not really knowing what to do. I mean, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I didn't know how. All the other guys I had had sex with (and there were only three, counting him) were always on top, if you know what I mean. I was never really in control of anything, not at those times. I felt practically like a virgin.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he. A wan smile came across his face, and I felt him gripping my hips slowly, as if he was afraid of my reaction. Obviously, I just let him continue, and he engaged us at the same speed as before, speeding up a little when he made sure not to hurt me. I leaned on his shoulders, with my torso slumped horizontally above his, and watched closely his expression of pleasure as he penetrated me. I think that if I hadn't been so surprised by his manner, I would have made the same face, because it was hard not to scream at the numbing sensation he had caused me.

Nicholas, who had closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, staring at mine from a distance of a few centimeters. I still looked at him, overcome by a whirlwind of new feelings, and he didn't seem the least bit bothered by this. On the contrary, he seemed happy to have me confused like that. This man was not the same man from a few minutes ago, totally rude and stupid. This man was the real Nicholas, beneath all the masks, all the shields, all the masquerades. He was a man who, in time, could become someone too dangerous for my own good? If I let him get too close and cross the line.

I returned to my upright position, following some kind of instinct I can't explain, and his smile widened, indicating that I was going the right way. Timidly, I began to move on top of him, always with the assistance of his hands on my hips, and some time later, everything was very natural. We had regained the spontaneity of before, no shame for each other, no shyness. It didn't last long, because neither of us could hold on for long in that position (which I deduced was not only favorable for me by the volume of his moans), but it was undoubtedly one of the most unforgettable moments of my life.

For the first time, I fell on top of him, breathing in an almost rough way, so breathless. Nicholas stroked my back in a comforting way, and without even thinking about what I was doing, I hugged him by the neck, receiving kisses near the back of my neck that gave me chills. He was doing nothing to help me catch my breath with his pleasantries, even more so with his fingers in my hair, but nothing he did in those few minutes of rest could make my breathing stop like what I heard a few minutes later.

At first I wondered if Nicholas hadn't heard, because he didn't move a hair, but then the sound of Mom's ringtone became deafening, emanating from my backpack, which was lying on the path. I looked at him, startled, and he glanced briefly in the direction of the sound.