Keeping his bride

Selina

WE’RE WATCHING A movie in Nico’s room. This has become an almost nightly routine with us, and I love it, but I want…more. The sexual tension has been building up between us, and I feel like I might finally snap tonight. It’s been almost a week since he last touched me, licking me into oblivion, and I can still feel his tongue on me. The experience was otherworldly, like I was levitating, and I want to experience it again and again with him.

I’ve been waiting for Nico to make a move, but he’s been stoic, not giving me any signs of wanting anything else beyond what we have right now. So, I decide that tonight is the night. I don’t want to wait any longer. I’ve never initiated sex with a man before, however. I was always forced to do things I didn’t want to do. And having never been in a real consensual relationship, I have no idea what to do. I’ve tried flirting but failed miserably; probably because I’m afraid my words will come out all weird and rough like a caveman – me like you. Me want sex with you. I internally facepalm myself. Why is this so hard?

Because it’s Nico.

Yes, that is precisely the reason why this is so difficult. Nico would never push me to do anything with him, knowing what I’ve been through. But that little voice in the back of my mind keeps wondering if he doesn’t want me. My self-doubt creeps in easily, and I can’t seem to get rid of her.

Nico would never want you. Nico is the perfect package, and you’re nothing.

Shaking my head, I try to clear those evil thoughts from my head.

There’s a sex scene in the movie, and Nico looks back at me nervously, like he’s afraid of me seeing it…or maybe he’s just afraid of it getting awkward between us. God, if I had one superpower, it would be the ability to read minds. I want to know what he’s thinking, what he thinks of me.

Gathering all the courage I can muster, I get on my knees and crawl towards him at the foot of the bed.

“Not comfy?” he asks innocently as he glances towards me.

I shake my head.

He’s lying on his stomach, his chin resting on his folded arms, his biceps bulging and testing the thread strength of his short-sleeved shirt.

Lying down beside him, I study his profile. His face is perfection – hard, strong lines like it was carved by stone but with soft features balancing it all out, like his long, dark eyelashes and striking, gray eyes that remind me of the sky on a cloudy day.

When Nico catches me staring, he asks, “You don’t like the movie?”

“I don’t want to watch the movie,” I tell him, hinting at the fact that I want more. So much more.

He turns to his side, so that we’re facing each other. “Well, then what do you want to do?”

“This,” I whisper before I move closer and kiss him.

His lips are so soft and warm. They part on a groan, and I take the opportunity to taste him. My tongue tangles with his, and an intense feeling rushes through me straight to my core. Gently pushing him to his back, I straddle his hips and gasp when I feel his hard cock pushing up against where I need him the most. At least I know that I do turn him on. I was worried about that most of all.

But when I grind down on him, Nico suddenly pulls away. “Whoa,” he gasps. “Lina, I don’t think we… I don’t know if…”

I stare at him as tears fill my eyes. That little bitch in the back of my mind was right. He doesn’t want me. He’ll never want me.

Climbing off the bed, I race out of his bedroom and straight to my room. I close the door behind me, quickly locking it before sinking to the floor.

I hear Nico’s fist pounding on the wood a few seconds later. “Lina, let me in,” he calls from the other side.

“No!” I yell back.

He tries the doorknob but has no success. “Damn it, Lina! We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone!” I don’t care if I’m being dramatic. I was just turned down by the only man who ever gave a damn about me, so I’m allowed to sulk and cry and whatever the hell else I want to do.

The door vibrates against my back as Nico’s fists meet the wood. “I will break down this fucking door!” Nico yells, and I can hear the anger mixed with worry in his voice.

He sounds like a mad man out there. And why does him acting like that turn me on even more? Oh god, what is wrong with me?

Standing, I flick off the lock and open the door. Nico pushes inside and stares at me with those gray eyes that I’ve dreamt about almost every night for the past decade.

“Whatever I did wrong, I’m sorry,” he starts, apologizing and surprising me, as he closes the door behind him.

I thought he was going to come in here accusing me of trying to force him to do something he clearly doesn’t want to do. “It’s me who should be apologizing. I won’t do it again,” I say quickly.

“Do what again?”

“I won’t try to kiss you…or touch you again,” I promise.

“Lina, what are you…why wouldn’t you try to do that again?”

“Because you obviously don’t want me. You obviously think…” My words trail off. I can’t even say my evil thoughts aloud. That will make them tooreal.

“I think what?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at me. He comes closer, gripping my arms firmly. “Tell me what I think, Lina,” he demands, his voice dropping a few octaves.

“You don’t want me. You think I’m…broken.” I close my eyes, effectively blocking him out, because I don’t want to see on his face that I’m right. But then I hear him…laughing? I slowly open my eyes, and sure enough, Nico is laughing at me. “You’re an asshole!” I yell before I shrug out of his grip and stumble backwards, needing the distance between us before I do something I’ll regret.

“Lina, you think I don’t want you?” he asks with a cocked brow, the laughter totally erased and his expression deadly serious now.

“Yes,” I confess in a whisper.

“There hasn’t been a day in the past ten years when I haven’t thought about you, Lina. And ever since you’ve gotten back, there hasn’t been a minute or even a fucking second that has passed when you haven’t been on my mind.” He pins me to the wall with an intense look, his eyes darkening. “You think I don’t want you?” he scoffs, as if the very notion is inconceivable. “I want you with every single fiber of my being. I want you more than I want to fucking breathe most days. I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in this entire world!” he shouts, exasperated.

His words render me speechless.

“You think because I don’t fuck you that I don’t want you?” he asks with a heavy sigh. “You’re wrong, Lina. So fucking wrong.” His searing stare causes my heart to skip a beat inside of my chest when he asks, “What can I do to prove it to you?”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop them. “Kiss me.”

Nico moves towards me, eating up the space between us in just a few strides. Then, he captures my face in his large palms, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss that has my knees growing weak.

When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine. “You’re not broken, Lina. You’re fucking beautiful and smart and funny and…perfect for me. I just didn’t want to push you into doing something you weren’t ready for.” He captures my lower lip between his teeth and sucks. Hard. “Trust me, it’s been so fucking difficult keeping my hands off of you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I didn’t want to push you away. I didn’t want you to run. It would kill me to lose you again,” he says vehemently, his eyes so mournful and lost in that moment.

“That will never happen. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” I promise before I press my mouth against his. And when his lips part on a throaty groan, my tongue darts out and licks against his, tasting him. He’s letting me take control, and I feel…powerful, for the first time ever.

I moan as his hands grip my backside, grinding me against his hard body, his erection pressing up against my stomach. Liquid heat begins to pool in my belly as his lips trail from my mouth down my neck. All my fears and bad thoughts disappear in that instant, and I know that I could easily get addicted to his touch.

Moving his lips back to meet mine, his hungry kiss consumes me, stealing every exhalation from my lungs. And suddenly, the kissing and touching isn’t enough for me. It feels like my entire body is on fire, my skin burning like a torch is being held against it. I need more. So much more.

“I need you,” I beg against his lips.

He hums in approval and starts backing me over towards the bed. Our clothes are unceremoniously removed in a hurry, piles of clothes fluttering to the floor like we’re in a race to see who can get naked first. I’m nervous about him seeing me naked for the first time…but when I see his eyes feasting on my form, all doubts I had before suddenly float into the background.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, nervous but excited all at the same time. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. Like all the roads we took with the bends and twists and turns all led us to here. And now that it’s finally happening, it’s hard to grasp the existence of it all.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Lina,” Nico tells me before his tongue swipes over his full bottom lip. “I need to taste you again, baby.”

Before I can even blink, he hooks his hands under my thighs and drags me down the bed towards him. The moment his mouth makes contact against my swollen little nub, I cry out, fisting the sheets in my hands. I watch him feast on me, the erotic sight turning me on like nothing else has ever done in my entire life.

His hands lock onto my thighs, holding me still, not letting me escape an ounce of the pleasure he’s giving me. Each swirl over my clit sends me rocketing off to the moon, and he doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I’m tumbling over the edge, calling out his name and panting like I’ve just run a marathon.

My body is trembling from the aftershocks as he continues to lazily sweep his tongue over my clit until I finally cry out, “Nico, please!” I have this building ache inside of me that’s growing more painful by the minute. I need him inside of me.

“I’m here, baby,” he tells me before crawling onto the bed above me. With his thick cock in his hand, he strokes it a few times, enticing me. I bite my lip, watching him, unable to look away. “Tell me what you want, Lina,” he demands, staring into my eyes, as he rubs the crown of his cock over my wet slit.

He’s asking for permission. Not just taking what he wants. And he has no idea how much that means to me. “Please, Nico. Please fuck me,” I gasp out.

My words seem to please him. He closes his gray eyes for a moment before he opens them again, and I can see the raging fire brewing inside of him. He notches his cock at my entrance, and gently, so slowly it’s almost torturous, he enters me.

I grimace, expecting pain. But I’m so wet from my orgasm that his thick cock slides in without even so much as a twinge of discomfort. “Wow,” I pant out in disbelief. Even though I thought sex would always be painful for me, I still wanted to try it with Nico. Imagine my surprise that it’s not and that it actually…feels good. My eyes roll in the back of my head as he begins to fuck me nice and slow. “Oh god!” I cry out.

He bends his head down, capturing my beaded nipple in his mouth before sucking and gently biting. The combined pleasure and pain has me seeing stars. It’s never felt like this, and I can feel the tears gathering up in my eyes. All the fear and trepidation I had melts away with every kiss he places on my breasts.

“Is this okay?” Nico asks, his face etched with worry.

I realize I’m crying, but it’s not because I’m in pain or uncomfortable. “I never knew it could feel like this,” I confess in a rush.

His expression instantly relaxes, and his mouth comes down to capture mine in a soul-searing kiss. I dig my fingernails into the muscled flesh of his shoulders as his tongue delves into my mouth, ravaging me.

He fucks me nice and slow, making me take every inch of his cock, as his mouth guides down my throat to my breasts. He runs his thumb over the stiff peak of one breast as his mouth captures the other, licking and gently biting, lighting up every pleasure sensor I have in the process. His worshiping touch and the warm suction of his wet mouth as he latches onto my other breast turns me into a trembling mess.

My hands glide over the planes of his muscular back, touching every inch of his smooth skin as his hips piston, driving his hard length into me.

I didn’t realize until that moment how badly my body had been starving, so desperate for his touch and pleasure. A delicious rush of sensation flows through me, and I feel so close to the edge. My fingernails score his back as I pull him impossibly closer, trying to hang on for dear life as my orgasm begins to rip through me.

“Come for me, Lina,” he whispers against my lips.

I come apart at the seams at that very moment, crying out his name as I shatter under him. Nico rocks into me, drawing out the pleasure as his breathing grows louder, harsher. Then, he pulls out suddenly, his eyes locked onto mine in an unwavering stare as he reaches his own bliss. “Fuck, Lina,” he groans deeply, gutturally, as thick ropes of his seed coat my stomach while he strokes his cock.

His biceps and thighs shake from the powerful orgasm, and I watch him in awe. He looks like some kind of powerful Greek god in that moment – hooded gray eyes, sexily mussed dark hair, and ripped muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat from exertion.

The room grows quiet; our rapid, ragged breaths the only sounds filling up the space. I languidly lie in the bed as a warmth settles over my body, spreading from head to toe as I enjoy the post-coital bliss that I never had a chance to experience before.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I feel like a phoenix that’s risen from the ashes to be reborn. Nico has done the impossible. He’s pumped new life into someone who swore she was done living.

“Let’s do that again,” I purr.

A deep chuckle escapes him; but when I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and bring his lips down to meet mine, he realizes I’m not joking. He groans in approval as I reach down and stroke his hardening cock.

In a quick move, he flips me onto my stomach and enters me from behind. I cry out in surprise and then moan in pleasure.

We make love for the rest of the night. And when I wake up the next morning, I’m sore in all the right places and I have a permanent smile on my face.