21. Take Away My Fears

21. Take Away My Fears
I was so entranced, I didn't acknowledge the door opening.

Nicolo stared at me with soft eyes. Examining my face, he began to peel off his stained shirt, before discarding his pants, and the rest of his attire on the floor with my clothes. His hands were bloody, but he didn't let that stop him from climbing into the shower with me. The water immediately washed his hands of the blood.

Once he stood before me, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I broke. Tears pooled in my eyes as I threw myself at him. His arms encircled me, and I felt comfort I had never felt before. The water washed away every sullen tear, and I wept. My chest heaved as the sobs choked out of my lips.

He didn't utter a word, just held me. Silently, he could comfort me better than anyone had ever. Soft caresses, his hands around my back, fingers stroking gentle patterns into my skin; his lips pressed against my forehead, his chin resting atop my head, all small movements that had large impacts.

As the sobs died down, and my sorrow turned into small displays of tears rolling down my cheeks, he removed his arms from around me, and his hands found my face. His eyes searched mine, a connection so deep and profound passed through us, before he moved his head in to rest his lips against mine.

His mouth was forgiving, gentle and cautious as he began to move his lips against mine. They tasted salty from my tears, and of him. It was a wonderful mixture. His thumbs rubbed against my jaw as he held my face, the deeper the kiss became. With every calculated movement of our lips, I felt myself slipping away to somewhere warm and inviting. My body stirred awake from his touch, like it always had. Vibrations ignited from nerves that awakened from his skilled strokes, had me throbbing beside him.

I wanted him. More than I ever had. But not in the same violent way. Not in the way he seeks release and comfort through my body. I wanted him for my own release and comfort. I didn't want rough fucking. I wanted to make love. It all felt like love.

Without having to say the words, Nicolo acted accordingly. His hands slid down my neck, along the tops of my breasts before he captured my nipples between his fingers and manipulated them with such expertise, I was a puddle of hormones in his hands.

His cock twitched lively against my stomach, and despite its short distance from my center, I could feel the heat radiating relentlessly from his shaft. I wanted to touch him, feel every raw and thick inch of him, but my hand remained motionless at my side.

I focused on the way he caressed me. His fingers released my hardened nipples, before working their way down my aching flesh. I inhaled a sharp breath as he dragged his hands lightly down my stomach, stopping above my pubic area to toy with the little tuft of hair. He never opposed my pubic hair.

The longer he focused his attention just above my clitoris, the hotter I became. I wanted him to touch my slit. He knew I wanted him too, but he slowly moved his hands to the side of my inner thighs and massaged gently.

He wanted to take his time. Not to tease me, but to make this moment last forever. Just as I had wanted. He moved his hands from my thighs to my ass, molding them like dough in the most pleasurable way he could. My thighs spread involuntarily as he continued massaging my globes.

I couldn't stop the small moan that escaped my lips. I think it was in the form of his name, but I only focused on the feeling of his hands. Whatever came out of my lips was entirely not my fault.

I loved this man completely, and I loved every touch I could steal from him. I'd cherish it all. As his fingers inched back around toward my vagina, I pushed myself into his hands.

A feathery stroke of his finger against my slit, and I groaned, as my hands shot to his shoulders to hold me steady. I was afraid I'd fall. My legs wobbled as he massaged my thighs and then gave me another soft stroke along my folds.

"That's my girl," he said as he pulled his finger away and revealed my slick wetness. I felt my face get hot. He placed his finger against his lips and darted his tongue out, swiping my juices up and a suggestive motion. I shuddered.

"Always so ready for me."

"Only you," I sighed. He placed his palm against my pussy and used his fingers to toy with my entrance.

"I'm sure these will slide in easily." He didn't wait for me to respond as he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gasped, leaning in to him as he wasted no time furiously pumping his digits in my pussy. I couldn't contain the feeling bubbling up inside of me. I cried out, deep gasps for air filling the bathroom as I began to thrust my hips against his palm to delve his fingers deeper into my pussy.

Amazing. It all felt so amazing. Overwhelming perfect as he fucked me with his fingers. They were soft and gentle, milking me just right, I was a quivering mess but he knew how to glue me back together, train my body to quiver and shake, and come undone exactly when he wanted me too. I wouldn't cum a second sooner than he anticipated.

He used his thumb to pull me under; placing pressure on my clit, he rubbed me to a slow, gratifying oblivion. My clitoris became hard, and throbbed as the familiar sensation of an orgasm filled my body. My chest felt warm, legs weak, and pussy ablaze. I wanted to let go.

"I want you to cum for me, Selena. Milk my fingers." The words rolled of his tongue.

With one last thrust of his fingers and flick of his thumb, I came, eyes rolling in the back of my head, and legs giving out. He caught me with one arm wrapped around me. I chanted his name, howled it until the effects of my orgasm dulled down, and I could blink and peer at reality.

He placed a kiss against the corner of my mouth, and turned me up against the sidewall. I hadn't noticed the water getting a little tepid. He twisted the knob further down to warm it up, before he looped my leg around his waist.

I didn't care. We could be getting hit by ice, and I wouldn't have noticed.

He took his time as he grabbed his cock and placed the head against my slit. The warmth from him, had me dripping wet. Gently, he massaged the head of his cock against my clitoris, coating himself with my juices.

Nicolo shuddered as he quickened the pace he rubbed my clitoris with his dick. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, as I ground against him. I wanted to come on him. All over him, as much as I could.

"Oh Nicolo," I cried as I came. My pussy pulsated against his shaft.

"I can feel your pussy tightening."

He leaned in to drag his teeth across my bottom lip, before kissing me again.

Swiftly, he placed his head at my entrance and pushed himself inside of me. He slipped in with ease, accommodated by how aroused I was. I opened my mouth to moan, but he slipped his tongue inside, capturing my sound of pleasure with his mouth.

Our tongue's moved together, massaging each other to the sensual rhythm of his thrusts. His cock moved inside of me gently. Perfectly. I never wanted this to end. I wanted to stay embraced forever. Somehow if we were entwined then everything else didn't matter. The rest of the world could be a fucking lie, but none of it was important when we were like this.

I felt myself falling deeper into him. Losing myself completely the more he thrusted himself inside of me. My breasts bounced wildly, the harder his hips pumped against me. The sound of wet skin smacking together, and the labored breathing of both of us was a symphony to my ears.

Our bodies slid together, the water continued to fall, and my arms tightened around him. My whole body ached and burst with ecstasy together. Pain and pleasure overwhelmed me.

"I-I love you," I whispered as his thrusts quickened, and another orgasm began to build.

"Oh god," He groaned and buried his face in my neck, as he neared his orgasm. He bucked furiously, driving my back against the wall, claiming my pussy as his own. Deep penetration had us groaning and moaning uncontrollably.

"Cum inside of me," I urged him. "I wanna feel you're hot cum inside of me." I loved the feeling of his release deep within me.

I felt his shaft twitch inside me, as he thrusted deep. His warm cum filled me quickly, sending me over the edge as my orgasm swept through me.

He didn't release me until my eyes opened and focused on his face. He let my leg drop back down and took a step back. I could feel his cum dripping out of my cunt and down my leg.

As I stepped closer to him, the water washed his cum away.

He picked up a bar of soap and lathered his hands, silently. They became covered in suds, and he began working the soap into my skin, making sure to run his hands along ever inch, before stepping back and nodding towards the water.

I rinsed the soap off, still astonished by his open display of affection. He moved his hands towards his body and I shook my head angrily.

"No. I'll do it."

He raised his brows and shrugged, a grin playing on the corner of his lips. Playful Nicolo was back.

After I soaped my hands up, I stepped towards him and began to massage the soap into his skin. My fingers traced every inch of his body, committing the feeling into my memory. When I finished soaping him up, his cock was semi-hard again.

My eyes widened. He chuckled before moving me out of the way of the water. It was getting cool. He quickly rinsed, and then shut the water off.

"Nicolo," I called as he stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel hanging on the rack. He turned and waited patiently for me to continue.

"Will you stay with me tonight? Please?" I didn't want to be alone. I knew I get much better sleep if he was with me.

He smiled gently, before gesturing with a wave of his hand for me to get out of the shower. I stepped out and watched as he began to dry me. It felt so different. He was taking care of me. He cared for me. Even if he didn't love me, he cared about me.

I enjoyed every moment of him drying me, and pouted when he was finished.

I ripped the towel out of his hand and began to dry him. He didn't protest. Thankfully, but it was over too soon.

On the toilet, was one of my folded nightgowns. I slid it on over my body. It was silk, and see through but comfortable.

He slid on a pair of boxers he had hanging on the towel rack and reached for the doorknob. I inhaled a sharp breath, nervous as to what I was going to see on the other side of the door. Everything came crashing back down, leaving me helpless again.

"It's going to be fine. Nothing's there. " He assured me, before turning the knob and pulling the door open.

There was no sign of Jay. No signs of a struggle. My room was in pristine condition, but the air was still wrong. It felt too clean. Too antiseptic. Nicolo placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to my bed, pulling the covers open, and sliding in beside me.

"Nicolo, is it ever going to be okay?"

"It'll all be fine tomorrow. Once you close your eyes, everything will be okay." He responded. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was comforted by his words anyway.

It wasn't long before my eyes felt heavy, and I started my journey into tomorrow with a deep, restful sleep – Nicolo comfortably by my side.