His hand stilled its restless movement, and gripped her arm with some strength. He again had a dopey grin on his face, and Nick reflected that this woman affected him in strange ways.
“Okay,” he echoed, relief in his voice.
“Let me just tell Pete,” Christine said, feeling excited at the prospect of spending an uninterrupted night with Nick. She stepped away and took a steadying breath before walking over to Pete. She explained that she had met up with two friends, and would stay longer. They would bring her back home later. She ignored Pete’s knowing grin, telling him she’d call Lisa and explain. She watched the van drive away, her laptop in her knapsack, and was conscious of a feeling of exhilaration and some naughtiness. She intended to get fully ready for her night with Nick.
She called Lisa, giving vague answers to her questions when she informed her sister that she would be staying overnight, promising to tell her all about it the next day. She went back to the lobby with a calm she didn’t feel, steadfastly refusing Kate’s renewed exhortations to join them for the wedding. She didn’t mention the fact that Christine would be sharing Nick’s room.
“I have nothing to wear, Kate, and I’ll be sadly out of place there. You two enjoy,” Christine insisted, looking at Nick, who preserved a stoic expression. “I’ll be fine, I have some work to get done.” And how! she silently added, to herself, smiling at her secret thoughts.
Nick caught the smile, and suddenly couldn’t wait to get her alone.
“Let’s go get settled in,” he suggested, and the girls went along readily enough.
Nick felt unwontedly nervous as he slid the keycard in the slot, Christine standing patiently next to him. He gestured her to go in, slinging his overnight bag to one corner as he closed the door behind him.
“Nice,” Christine murmured, looking out the window, keeping her gaze firmly away from the king-sized bed. She felt him come up behind her and then his arms slid around her waist as he kissed the side of her neck, sending shivers though out her body. She settled back against him, feeling weak-kneed.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his restless hands wreaking havoc with her equilibrium. She put a hand against them, stilling their exploration.
“Later, Nick,” she said, turning her head to look up at him, her eyes full of promise. He looked down at her, then reluctantly let her go. He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped back, sighing gustily.
“You drive me crazy,” he said, his frustration thickening his voice, and Christine found it distinctly erotic. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I feel the same way,” Christine whispered, stepping up to him and brushing back that stubborn lock of hair from his forehead. She made to move away but he dipped his head and kissed her, his mouth slightly open so that his tongue could dart between her lips. The feel of his tongue rasping past her lips, tasting her, made the warmth surge between her legs, and she found herself arching her body against him, wanting to feel his arousal against her sex. He helped her by placing his hands on her ass, pressing her against him. It was there, straining against the barriers of the thick cloth of their jeans, and she let out a small whimper as she felt the electricity shoot down to the soles of her feet. She slowly rotated her hips, rubbing against him so that he groaned, and he plunged his tongue deeper and much more roughly in her mouth, his hands kneading her ass, grinding her against him. Suddenly, he picked her up and threw her on the bed, his hands stuttering against his belt.
Feeling as urgent as he and forgetting about her resolution to wait, Christine kicked off her topsiders, slipping off her jeans as he stripped off his shirt. He watched as she pulled off her own shirt, drinking in the sight of her body in plain white cotton panties and a sensible bra. Slightly disheveled, she looked at him, his briefs a mere scrap of material, barely covering him in his arousal. She licked her lips, made fuller by his earlier assault on it, and Nick felt his cock twitch at the gesture. He stepped closer, allowing her to touch him through the thin grey cloth, and his manhood responded to her fingers in a way that made her smile in satisfaction.
“Oh, my,” she murmured, devouring him with her eyes.
I make him this big, she thought, forcing herself to trace the outline of shaft slowly when all she wanted was to pull his briefs off. Nick shuddered, eyes shut, moaning at the maddening sensation of her finger running down the length of his throbbing manhood. It was a strange mix of bursting need and pleasure, and he tortured himself by imagining how tight and wet she would be when he finally entered her.
Christine finally hooked her fingers on the elastic of his underwear, letting his manhood out of its confinement, and he was formidable indeed. She squirmed as she felt her sex moistening up at the sight, the muscles of her inner thighs jumping in anticipation. Nick joined her on the bed, pushing her legs up so he was between her legs. He pressed forward, letting his engorged member push against her panties, and Christine was suddenly dry-mouthed at how hard he was. She imagined that he would simply push right through the thin fabric, and the thought made her pant, her breasts sheaving up and down rapidly. She clamped her mouth on a moan, her eyes feverish with desire.
Nick leaned down, teasing her nipples with his teeth to hardness through the fabric of her bra, and one hand pulled down the strap to reveal one breast, then the other, and he licked the sensitive nipples until she felt like screaming.
“Nick…” she whispered, writhing under his weight, her hands convulsively gripping the covering quilt of the bed. The insistent pressure against her cloth-clad sex was driving her insane; she so wanted him to plunge it in and rub her arousal to oblivion. “Oh, Nick, please!”
He raised burning eyes to her face and the pressure against her pussy was suddenly off as he moved back. She experienced a feeling of loss that was replaced by shock as he actually ripped her panties apart, the tattered remains still clinging to her. She gasped, her heart pounding at the sheer brutality of the act, and felt both scared and exhilarated as he flipped her over, ripping the remaining cloth to reveal her bare ass. He moved between her legs again and roughly lifted her hips, so that he was straddling her from the back. Christine felt his fingers groping her, marking her slit before he slid smoothly into her.
Christine, face turned to one side, blinked at the unfamiliar feel of him taking her from behind, and then the pressure started to build up as he thrust into her in a completely different way. He was supporting himself by grasping her hips as he moved, alternately pulling and pushing her as he penetrated and withdrew, slowly at first, then faster. She began to moan as her excitement escalated with each downward swoop, and she struggled to a kneeling position so she could feel him more.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned as her sex throbbed harder. Nick’s hands left her hips, and she felt him fold his torso over her as he groped her breasts, squeezing as his strokes grew slower but went deeper. He stopped, his panting breath stirring the short hair on her neck, increasing her arousal.
“Don’t stop!” she begged, trying to move against him.
“I have to, I’m very close,” he said hoarsely, and she could feel his thighs tensing in effort. His fingers were pulling her nipples, twisting slightly as he kneaded her breasts. It was exquisitely painful and erotically pleasurable, and she suddenly climaxed, bucking, her ass slamming into him, and he was startled into thrusting again. He cried out and she felt him come even as she bucked again, the powerful tremors of her orgasm making her cry out as well.
“Oh fuck!” he cried, giving one last convulsive thrust before collapsing against her. She carried his weight for a second before rolling to the side. He fell on his back, and she curled up on her side next to him. They were both panting from the exertion and sudden release.
“Baby,” he breathed, weakly curling an arm around her. She snuggled against him, breathing in the smell of his sweaty skin. She found it intoxicating.
“Hmm…”
“You’re very naughty,” he scolded, smiling. “I didn’t want to come yet.”
Chapter Six
Christine awakened in a dim room, lighted only by the lamp on the writing table next to the television. She was covered by a bed sheet against the cold, but she still shivered as she stood up, pulling up the straps of her bra and covering her breasts. She winced as the material rubbed against her nipples, but she smiled at the memory of Nick’s head bent over it, his tongue tantalizing them into aching awareness. She felt herself getting excited, and her hand stole down under the sheets, finding her sex still wet from his come.
She lay back on the bed, one hand fondling her breasts as her other hand explored her pussy. She started tentatively not overly familiar with erotic self-stimulation, but remembering Nick’s less-gentle exploration was enough to get her started, and she found it wasn’t hard at all. She gave herself long strokes, closing her eyes as she relived the sensations of Nick’s hands, lips, tongue and shaft doing things to her, squeezing her breasts, and moaning as the sensations grew more real. Her strokes became shorter and faster, centering on her clit, making circular motions until finally she cried out as her orgasm exploded.
Spent, she collapsed back, waiting for her thighs to stop twitching before attempting to get up. She found her knees could hold her up just fine, and she made her way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She glanced at the clock, and hurried a little. She had a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it.
Nick was in a hurry to leave, but not by any sign did he show his impatience. The bride was Kate’s friend, but Nick went o school with her brother, and the groom was a year below him in college. In consequence, he knew quite a lot of people at the wedding, although none were especially close. One person he wasn’t overjoyed to see at the reception was Paula, a former girlfriend with whom he had been extremely close to in college.
“Nick!” Paula said, clearly delighted. She looked as pretty and put-together as when they were a couple in college save for shorter hair. She had since married, and Nick heartily wished her all the best.
“Paula,” he replied, smiling, and was unprepared for her hug and kiss. “How are you?” he managed, holding her at arm’s length.
“I’m fantastic,” she gushed. “I’m married now. And you? Anybody special?”
Nick was looking at Paula, but he was seeing Christine in his mind. He was seeing her bent over her laptop, her brow creased as she upended her laptop. He saw her sitting across from him as she nibbled salmon mousse on toast. He saw her winking at him as she said goodnight the previous night. Finally, he saw her sleeping next to him, a small smile on her lips. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, but Kate’s repeated calls to him forced him to.
Paula was looking at him, her smile faltering at the faraway look in his eyes. “Nick?” she said, “Are you okay?”
His eyes focused on her, and he smiled easily. “Yes, of course. Just thought of something. Yes, I’m seeing someone right now.”
Paula slapped his arm slightly, smiling roguishly. “Lucky girl! Is she here?” she asked, looking around expectantly.
Nick shook his head, suddenly anxious to be gone. “No, I’m here with Kate.”
As if on cue, Kate appeared by his side, exclaiming at Paula, kissing the air near her cheek. Paula had not been Kate’s favorite person. Paula had a tendency to be clingy, and had even been jealous of the cousins’ closeness. Looking at them now, they acted like long-lost sisters. Nick marveled at female interpersonal relationships.
Nick wandered away, waiting for an opportunity to slip away. He saw a couple of college acquaintances chatting by the door and conversed with them a little before finally making his escape. He had caught Kate’s eye as he was going, and she gave a barely perceptible nod without missing a beat in her conversation.
Nick hurried up to his hotel room, hoping Christine was still asleep. He liked watching her sleep, finding her presence soothing. The problem was she excited him so much when she was awake that he found it hard to think. And he found that he wanted to think about where their relationship was going.
Nick was no saint. Young, rich and handsome, he’d had a lot of sexual encounters, and a couple of girlfriends, but none had been serious. He wasn’t exactly a stud; sex was not all-important to him. The way he felt about Christine was a totally different proposition. She filled up his senses in a way that no woman had ever done before. He thought about her constantly, and he had only known her a couple of days! He was also grimly aware that he had been bare-backing with her, something he never did with any of his sexual partners, even his girlfriends. Yet he felt perfectly safe being so vulnerable with her.
The room was as dim as he had left it three hours earlier, but it felt empty. Christine was nowhere to be found.
Nick felt a moment of panic, shrugging out of his jacket and discarding his tie, thinking she had decided to go home after all. He raked a hand through his hair and spied her knapsack which was still on the chair near the window. He took out his cell phone, intending to call her, when the door’s lock beeped, indicating someone using a keycard to open it. He turned sharply as Christine walked in with a shopping bag. She stopped short when she saw him there, and a look of guilt flitted through her face. What is she up to? he wondered, amused at her expression.
“You’re back early,” she said accusingly, hiding the bag behind her, which only served to draw his attention to it.
“I missed you,” he said simply, and she smiled at his obvious sincerity.
“Really? That’s so sweet,” Christine said, casually dropping the bag into the hotel closet before coming up to him to give him a hug.
Nick breathed the smell of her hair, savoring her closeness. They stood like that for a moment, then Christine drew back a little to look at him, a twinkle in her eye.
“I hope you didn’t abandon Kate,” she teased. Nick shrugged, keeping his arms around her.
“She’ll live. I didn’t even want to come in the first place, though I’m glad I did now,” he confessed, squeezing her a little. Christine laughed, moving away.
“Bad boy,” she said, sitting down in an armchair, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs under her.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, moving to the hotel phone, where a room service menu was propped.
“No, but I’m not really hungry,” she demurred, her expression hard to read. Nick thought he saw a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and wondered again what was going on with her. He remembered the bag.
“You went shopping?” Christine nodded, and this time, there was no mistaking the mischief in her face.”What did you buy?”
“Well…” Christine wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with this. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but being in the same room in a relaxed mood like this, it seemed…contrived somehow. She jumped up, sticking her feet into her shoes again. “I’ll tell you later. You know what? I am hungry after all, but I don’t want room service. I saw a nice little deli a couple of blocks away, and I’d kill for pastrami on rye.” She hooked an arm through his, looking up at him confidingly. Nick laughed as she steered him determinedly towards the door.
They had a nice time. Surrounded by the smell of cured meat, cheese and baked bread, Nick found that he could eat as well. Christine wolfed down her pastrami on rye, making generous use of the mustard pot and sauerkraut bottle, drinking soda sparingly because she didn’t really like soda. Nick chose turkey on whole wheat, getting some gouda to nibble on.
And they talked. Christine told him about growing up, how her parents cool about most things, college, and Lisa’s plans for the future. When prompted, Christine admitted she didn’t have such clear cut goals, pr
eferring to live in the moment.
“I’m enjoying what I’m doing now, freelance writing. It’s an easy life,” she said, casually reaching out and wiping off some mayonnaise from a corner of Nick’s mouth. She licked it off her finger without thinking about it, and because she was so relaxed, the potentially provocative gesture became almost motherly. “But enough about me. What about you?”
Nick smiled, playing with the crumbs on his plate. “What do you want to know?”
Christine shrugged. “What do you do?”
Nick took a second to answer, searching her face for any trace of irony, but saw only a mild curiosity. Finally, he said, “I run the family business. Mostly real estate.”
Christine nodded, sipping her coffee. “Lisa said something about your family owning commercial property. How’s that working out for you?”
Nick shrugged. “What can I say? I went to business school so I could eventually take over from my dad , so it’s not exactly something I had to get used to.”
“No brothers? Sisters?” Nick shook his head.
“Just me,” he said, a smile quirking his mouth.
“Bummer,” Christine said, thinking how lonely that sounded.
“Well, it’s not all bad. I never had to share my toys,” he quipped, getting up. “Shall we?”
Christine got up readily enough, taking his outstretched hand. She was feeling very comfortable, and as they strolled back to the hotel, he put his arm across her shoulders, pulling her closer to his side. She felt warm and protected and she looked up to smile at him.
Nick didn’t know what to make of his present situation. He sensed he had a good thing going with Christine, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She was unlike any of the girls he dated; she made no demands or plans, and was neither coy nor clinging. The sexual attraction between them was undeniable, and until now that had been enough for him when it came to dating women. He seldom thought about the future when he was on a date, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
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