pelvis until they’re down completely. His gaze lingers on mine and his tongue works its way between his lips. As he stares at my blue panties, he groans delightfully and in only a second, those have disappeared as well. He dives back in, attacking my lips with too much force.
His lips literally crush mine and I can’t believe how turned on, yet, frightened I am by his touch. I’m frightened because I feel the stress coming from his body. I feel the hurt he’s been holding in. His arousal presses between my legs and I tense, feeling his heat and erection throb against me. Heat runs from my belly and spirals between my legs and my body arcs, begging for him to slide inside of me already.
He stares down at me, reaching a hand up to remove my bra. As soon as it’s unclasped his tongue swirls around one of my nipples and a heavy moan brushes past my lips. My eyes squeeze shut, allowing the pleasure to burn through me. One of his fingers slide into me while his thumb rubs around my core and I gasp and moan at the same time. He’s building me up but right now, after so long, I can’t stand it. I need him inside of me because the ache between my legs has been here for far too long. I need to get rid of it.
Nolan’s grey eyes turn hard and before I know it, he’s pulled his hand away to shove himself deep inside of me. I moan and he grunts before hissing through his teeth. Reaching a hand down, he cups my ass and plunges deeply, slowly. The strokes are defined, simple, but I don’t need that right now. I need it all.
He brings his thumb down to rub circles around my core and I nod recklessly before clinging onto his shoulders. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs then picks up his pace.
Like a little girl, I scream and cry his name. He pumps heavily and with each one is a grunt or a moan. Sweat begins to form between us and the room heats up thickly, intensely, but he doesn’t stop. He hooks my legs around his waist and lifts my hips, allowing only the top of my shoulders to rest on the bed. I stare into his eyes, but that’s when I notice how something isn’t right.
That’s when I notice the glisten in his eyes, as if he’s about to cry. He tries to blink the tears away and continue but I pull back quickly and he pulls out of me. “Nolan?”
His gaze drifts from mine to the mangled blue sheets on his bed. I wait for him to respond but he remains silent. Still trying to catch his breath, he climbs off of the bed and reaches for his jeans.
“Nolan? What’s the matter?” I ask, stepping off the bed and reaching for my bra. I hook it on then put on my panties before stepping towards him. “Nolan,” I snap. He finally looks up with sorrow drowning each of his features and my eyes immediately depress for him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s too soon, Natalie. I’m not feeling it. I don’t feel anything anymore.”
“Well we don’t have to do it, Nolan.” I reach up to cup his face to get him to look at me. “We don’t have to. It’s okay. I still love you.”
His lips press, his Adam’s-apple moving up and down as he swallows. He then pulls away to slide into his jeans. After his eyes have dried and he’s taken a deep breath, he turns to look at me. “Maybe we should start getting things for the funeral in order. Mills will be here soon and maybe he’ll help, too.” He looks down at my bra and my panties before looking into my eyes again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Nolan.”
“Why do you love me exactly?” After his question he winces, as if he’s suddenly in pain.
I hesitate because the first thing that comes to mind is my last relationship. After Bryson, I felt like complete shit, but then I met Nolan and I felt better than ever before. It wasn’t lust I’d felt. There was a connection between us and I wanted to hold on to it. But what made me fall in love with him? Was it his persistence? Is it because he’s so hot that I don’t want him to leave? Did I not want to be alone? All of those are