Nick flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me up by the hips.I yelped—part protest, part thrill—but he just laughed and mouthed “Trust me” into the hollow of my spine.
He lined himself up, slow and careful, then filled me in one long, relentless stroke.I arched, my nails digging into the pillowcase.He waited for me to adjust, then rocked his hips, grinding into me.
The only sounds were the wet slap of skin, my half-choked whimpers, and the small, helpless gasps Nick tried to smother against my shoulder.
I had never let anyone possess me like this before, never surrendered myself so completely without fear of it spiraling into something dark and ugly.But with Nick, it was different.He was relentless but not in a punishing way.It was as if every touch, every movement was an act of worship, his hunger palpable.
His hands roamed my body with a reverence that made my skin tingle, exploring every curve, every inch, as if committing me to memory.His lips followed, tracing patterns of desire that left me breathless, gasping for air.Each kiss was a promise, each caress a testament to the intensity of his need.
Time seemed to stretch and contract, the world outside fading away until nothing existed but the two of us, intertwined in a dance of passion and surrender.The room was filled with the symphony of our connection, the mingling of breath and heartbeat, the rhythm of bodies moving in perfect harmony.
And when I thought I could take no more, when I was sure I had given him everything, he held me closer, whispering words of adoration that made my heart soar, fueling the fire that burned between us.In that moment, I was his, wholly and completely.
He fucked me until my mind turned into a blur, losing track of how many times I came, each climax building upon the last like waves crashing relentlessly against the shore.My legs turned to jelly, trembling uncontrollably as if they were no longer mine, and my vision began to blur, the edges fading into a dazzling white haze.
When he finally shuddered and spilled into the condom, he wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let go.
I was the first to break the silence.
“You okay?”I asked, half joking, half terrified.
He rolled us onto our sides, so I was cradled against his chest.“Yeah.I just...that was incredible.”
His hand traced lazy circles over my belly, fingers splayed wide, like he wanted to cover as much of me as possible.There was a strange comfort in it.I should have hated this—being touched for longer than necessary, sharing a bed, letting my guard down—but I felt like a fucking cat basking in the sun.It was so foreign I didn’t trust it, but I wanted to.
“Wish I was here longer.”Nick’s voice was muffled.
I snorted.“Is that your way of saying you’re leaving tomorrow?”
He tensed, then shrugged.“Two days.Then I go back to Pittsburgh.”
Something cold stabbed me in the ribs.It shouldn’t feel like this.I should want this to be over.One and done — that’s what I always did.
His lips pressed to my temple.“I want to see you again.I mean, if you want—shit, sorry, that’s probably too much.”
It was.And it wasn’t.I wanted...something.Something more than what I’ve been getting my whole life.More than I was allowing myself to take.
Well, it wasn’t in the cards for me, especially not with Nick.What did I think he’d do?Move here, take me home for the holidays to meet his weird Midwestern family and let me steal his sweatshirts?I wasn’t an idiot.
Instead of answering, I closed my eyes, focusing on the weight of his arm draped over my stomach and the heavy thump of his heart.
Eventually his breathing evened out, and tiny snores told me he was asleep.I lay there for a long time, fighting myself.Half of me wanted to burrow deeper into his warmth.The other half wanted to run as fast and far as I could before the walls came crashing down.
Guess which half won.
I slipped out from under Nick’s arm, careful not to wake him, and silently dressed in the bathroom.When I came out, he was still dead to the world, tangled in the sheets.
I hesitated in the doorway.For a second, I considered leaving a note—something clever or self-deprecating or at least not desperate.But I knew if I did, I’d find a reason to stay.Or worse, he might take it as a sign that he should look for me.So, I walked out.
I told myself this was all I’d wanted — a good fuck that could make me forget.It had worked.The nasty ghosts hadn’t surfaced tonight, and I wasn’t even drunk.
But somewhere deep inside, I wanted more.
