A week passed by, I was used to being around Nate and also got familiarized with the city. It was so different from New York but I loved it. It was Saturday and we were both chilling in the house.
"How about a movie, Thompson?" Nate asked as he sat down on the couch next to me and placed an arm, lazily around my shoulders.
"Stop annoying me, I'm trying to read," I replied, not taking my eyes off the book that I was currently reading. He snatched it from my hands and closed it without placing the bookmark, "God, you are such a jerk," I started to hit him on his arms. He pushed me against the couch and caught my hands, pinning it to both my sides.
"Have some real fun, babe," he laughed and I noticed how adorable he looked. I kept staring at him and my gaze flicked to his lips. I badly wanted to kiss him. I felt his hot breath on my face and noticed his eyes fall to my chest. He quickly let go of me and sat back against the couch.
"Ummm..you pick the movie," he mumbled, not meeting my gaze and I got up from the couch with a frown. I put on some random movie and joined him. Neither of us spoke a word and there was this awkward silence which was unusual.
Oh god, did he find out that I wanted to kiss him?
I moved forward from the couch and tried to focus on the movie but felt him staring at me from behind. Was he really looking at me or was I imagining things? He move closer to me and my breathe hitched at the close approaximity of our bodies. Oh god, there was so much sexual tension between us. Atleast I felt it. I just wanted to turn around and smash my lips to his but took a deep breath and concentrated on the movie. After some time, I felt his hand slightly brushing against my bare thighs as I was wearing just a pair of shorts.
Holy fuck!
I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and swallowed hard. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes to find his gaze fixed to the TV. I felt his hands slowly inch closer and closer towards my shorts. Sweet Jesus! Whatever he was trying to do, I was in no mood to stop him. I bit my lip, enjoying the feel of his hands and neither of us looked at each other. I was damn sure that we had crossed the line. The line was no longer visible to us. His hands was dangerously close to my core and I let out a shaky breath.
"N-Nate," I whispered, not meeting his gaze.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked in a husky voice. It was like placing a dessert infront of someone and asking if they wanted it or not. Why the hell would I want him to stop? I shook my head slowly and that was all he needed. He grabbed my face, smashing his lips to mine.
Holy cow! Nate was kissing me! Nate was freaking kissing ME!
I was mentally screaming inside my head and held his arms as I felt my entire body melting against him. He pulled me closer, grabbing my thigh so that I was cradling his lap. He entered his tongue inside my mouth and we both fought for dominance. Nate wasn't my first kiss but I was still feeling insecure wondering if I was any good compared to him. I felt his hands dig into my waist and he tried to slip his other hand inside my shorts. We both pulled back and I remove his t-shirt, grazing my fingers against his perfect body. He touched my pussy against my panty which was soaked, making me jerk against his lap.
"You are so wet," he whispered and I breathed heavily, not believing that this was actually happening.
Dear Lord, if this was a dream, I would never forgive you.
"I wanted to do this ever since I saw you that day at the airport," he groaned, placing me on the couch, capturing my lips again. I kissed him back, showing him all my love in that kiss.
I wanted to do this forever, you idiot.
He slid his fingers inside my panties, tracing the length of my wet pussy. Damn, it felt so fucking good. I arched my back as he placed wet kisses against my neck.
"Nate," I moaned as he rubbed my throbbing clit while his other hands, squeezed my boobs.
"Man, why didn't we do this earlier?" he spoke against my neck as I wrapped my legs around waist.
"I know," I purred and felt his hard-on poking against my core. He inserted his one finger inside me and I moved my hips against his hands, wanting to feel more of him. God, this was so much better than I imagined.
"You are so damn tight, Becca," he muttered and I gasped as his skilled fingers, fucked me mercilessly. I felt a strange sensation building within me and didn't want him to stop.
"Oh god, Nate... please don't stop," I whimpered and he increased his pace. I suddenly felt my body explode and fell back against the couch, my vision going blank for a second. He removed his hands and I balanced my weight on my elbows, noticing him lick his fingers clean.
Fuck, that was so hot.
"You taste so good, come on now," he grabbed my hand and threw me over his shoulders. I laughed at his actions, loving every bit of this moment.
"Where are we going?"
"Shhh," he smacked my ass and threw me on his bed, making me gasp. He quickly removed his shorts, followed by his boxers and I saw him standing in front of me, in all his naked glory. I gulped at how huge he was. I was sure he wouldn't fit inside me. I mean, he knew I was a virgin but we were lost in the heat of the moment and I wasn't sure if he remembered it. He immediately wrapped a condom and removed my shorts swiftly.
It all felt rushed and quick. Heck, it was nowhere near the slow lovemaking that I imagined but not everything was perfect. I was ready to give myself to him. I removed my shirt and he squeezed my boobs over my bra, making me moan in pleasure. I felt him enter and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain. Fuck, I just hoped this pain was all worth it. He slammed into me so hard, making me cry out loud.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he grunted and breathed heavily against my neck. He slowly started to move his hips and I noticed the pain subside. It was soon replaced by pleasure I found myself enjoying it. He started riding me, increasing the pace and I held onto his neck, wrapping my legs around him.
I still couldn't believe that we were in his bed. One second we were watching TV and then Bam! here we were. I had no idea what this meant for us but I knew Nate wouldn't hurt me. I pushed away my negative thoughts and tried to enjoy the moment. I felt another orgasm build up and dug my nails in his back.
"Nate, faster," I cried out, shamelessly while he spread my legs wider and slammed into me with full force. I came all over his cock and he groaned, finding his release shortly. He fell back on his bed and we both tried to catch our breath.
Now I get why there was a lot of hype about sex!
I turned around to find him, pushing his hair back from his forehead. We were both covered in sweat and I smiled, looking at him fondly. Neither of us spoke a word and when I was about to open my mouth, I heard his phone go off. He lifted himself and took his phone from the bed stand.
"Yeah,"
"Alright, I'll be there," he cut the call bluntly, making me frown.
"Uhh...I got to go, see you later, Becca," he grabbed his shorts and walked outside while I stared at his back in disbelief. No fucking way, he wouldn't do that to me. I wasn't one of his random flings.
Or was I?