Six Years

by Stephanie Witter

  He released my hand and put both of his on my body, trailing sensuously from my shoulders to my hips, his thumbs brushing the outer edge of my breasts. I tightened my hands in his hair.

  “If you want this to stop, say so before I start peeling off your clothes,’’ he mumbled slowly between kisses. He then focused a lot of time on exploring my neck, not missing a quarter of an inch, letting his scruff brush my skin. I bit back a moan when his lips and piercing touched one area where it made me weak at the knees. “Tell me now if you’re ready for me.’’

  I chuckled and put some distance between us, just enough to unbutton my top, one button at a time, my eyes daring him to watch, daring him to touch my silky skin. I ran a fingernail on my stomach, on the swell of my breasts before I let my top fall at our feet.

  He sucked on his breath, reached forward and kneaded my left breast before he started kissing the other one. My head fell backward as my mouth opened on a moan ridiculously loud. I couldn’t stay quiet, couldn’t keep all these sensations bottled up inside. Not when his hot skin on mine made me shiver. Not when his mouth and tongue made me hot and a pool of desire moistened my panties so much so that I blushed and squirmed against him. It was really happening.

  “Nolan—‘’ I fisted the hem of his shirt in my hands. I wanted it off, but I didn’t want him to stop touching me and kissing my body, even for a couple of seconds. I needed him too much, it was painful.

  He stepped back and in one forceful motion, took off his shirt and threw it away somewhere in my small bedroom. I drank in his naked chest, the bulge of his pecs, and the outline of firm abs. He was perfect, more so than what I could remember from back when he was still a teenager. Right now, he was all man, all hard lines and strength and so very ready to pounce on me.

  With shaky hands, I touched him, traced the muscles visible. The light dusting of hairs made me wonder how it would feel against my naked breasts, but it was the goosebumps that appeared on his skin that got to me and I kissed his left pec, just above his heart. A low groan erupted from his throat and he delved a hand in my hair, tugging on it to better access my mouth as he unclasped my bra with one swift movement of his free hand.

  The small item of fake silk fell between us and then we were both naked from the waist up. He pulled me into him and we both sighed at the first skin on skin contact. His lips fell on me again and I moaned into his mouth when his tongue played with mine, coaxing it into a furious dance that left me breathless and dizzy once again.

  “You’re gorgeous, Brooklyn.’’ He brushed my hair away, his movement so soft and sweet that it made me wonder who he was in the bedroom; the controlling and dominant guy he let me see when he kissed me or the sweet and thorough guy he was being right now? “Do you know how much I want you?’’

  “Not enough to not stop.’’

  He gazed at me, suddenly thoughtful. He tilted his head and ran a hand along my spine, drawing out a shiver from me, moving his delightful hands over my body. “I’m afraid and it’s not something I’m used to.’’

  I frowned and caressed his unshaven cheek. “About your performance? Because, the first time is not always the best. I just want to be with you, to feel you in me.’’

  He chuckled and blushed slightly before he pecked me on the lips. “Believe me, I know I can make you feel good. I could even make you beg for it to stop or better yet to never stop if I wanted to.’’ He caged my face in his big hands and tilted my head up. “I’m afraid I can’t give you all the things you’ll want from me. I don’t want to be your biggest regret.’’

  “It’s not the time to think, Nolan. All I want is your mouth and hands on me. I want you in my bed and that’s all that matter tonight. Let’s not go into deeper shit right now.’’ I didn’t want anything to come in between us, not anymore.

  He nodded and kissed me, his tongue seeking entrance to deepen the kiss as much as possible. So as not to fall to the ground, I clawed at his shoulders and he hissed in pain, but then, when I was about to apologize, he groaned and kissed me harder, pushing his hips and his hard length into me. But I wanted it lower, not on my stomach.

  “No—Nolan,’’ I stuttered when he assaulted my breast again. “Oh god!’’ I fumbled with his belt and the button and zipper of his pants, my fingers tingling so much that I missed the button twice before it gave in. I was like a virgin stripping a guy for the first time and it was the most beautiful thing ever to happen. Everything felt new, every kiss, every touch and every needy sound we were both making. It was new, not because we had never slept together before, but because it was meaningful, even if I knew Nolan’s feelings weren’t as strong as mine.

  I took off my shoes and then, he took care of my pants before I could get rid of his and I was left in just my panties for his eyes. I didn’t want to hide my breasts or suck in my stomach. I’d never been self-conscious about my body—I knew that I wasn’t about to turn him off—and I wanted him to really see me, just like I’d always wanted him to see me as a woman. I was a woman, a real one and he was about to devour me, to be inside of me. Damn, just thinking about him inside me made me shiver with anticipation.

  He bit on his lip ring, making it clink against his teeth before a devilish smile I’d never seen twitched up his lips. My insides quivered and my panties got even more drenched. I pressed my thighs tighter together, but it didn’t ease my carnal craving.

  “You are perfect,’’ he said with a voice deeper than usual. It caressed my skin and I smiled, feeling a blush creeping over my face. His eyes went back to their discovery and stopped where I knew they would once he’d seen it, my small tattoo. A year ago I decided to get a tattoo — a small red bow on the lower part of my stomach. “Fuck,’’ he groaned and closed his eyes as if in pain. “It’s hot.’’

  I chuckled and closed the gap between us, ready to get rid of his pants. He was too damn clothed. His pants were open, barely holding onto his narrow hips, the front showing his impressive erection only hidden by his white boxers. If I had a camera… I shouldn’t even finish my train of thoughts or I’d lose it.

  As soon as I was close enough for him to grab me, he attacked my breasts, his eyes on them with some kind of veneration, quite funny if I didn’t find the wicked gleam in his eyes such a turn on. I put my hands under his pants, right on his tight ass. His muscles tightened under my palms and his breathing increased. My heart accelerated, pumping my blood faster. I bit on my lower lip before I started kissing the round part of his broad shoulder and I pushed his pants down until they fell, joining the rest of our clothes at our feet.

  He kissed my collarbone, tasting my skin with the tip of his tongue and I bit lightly on the skin of his shoulder as a moan found its way out of my mouth. It was an overload of sensations and feelings, all colliding and exploding. He twisted his fingers in my panties and jerked them down, his movements impatient and so very eager as he found my mouth again. I tried to strip him of his underwear, ready to explore the proof of his desire for me, but I had a hard time. He broke the kiss and stripped himself. He stood, defiant and naked in front of me, his cock hard and ready for me. His firm chest perfectly muscled, but not too much, was rising and falling fast. His face was tense as wild desire was battling with his caring side in his eyes. He took my breath away and I didn’t want it back.

  I reached out and touched his cock. As soon as my fingers tightened around his hard, thick length, he closed his eyes and groaned. Muscles in his neck appeared as I started stroking him, my eyes watching his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. His lip ring disappeared into his mouth when he bit down on the flesh of his lower lip. I pumped faster and played just a second with the tip of his cock already glistening. He groans painfully and crushed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that distracted me from the task at hand. Literally.

  He broke the kiss and pushed apart my legs and pushed two fingers into me, so very torturously slow that I whimpered, my grip on his cock tightening some more, making him hiss in lust. All I
knew was that it was pure bliss. The way his fingers moved steadily but with strength in and out of me, the way our breathing was labored, the way my nipples hardened and caught his attention again at which point he decided to use his free hand to play some more with me.

  It didn’t feel like foreplay. It felt like sex in itself.

  I moaned in his neck and cupped his balls in my other hand, all the while never stopping the pumping motion along his thick length, that very thing I craved inside of me, that very thing I fantasized about, but my fantasies never came close to what it truly was.

  He pushed my hands away, pulled his fingers out of me at once and glared at me, his eyes and face showing nothing but seriousness. And maybe something akin to crazed lust, something that worried me almost, but that above anything else, propelled me closer to him.

  “Bed. Now,’’ he mumbled and pushed me toward the bed until I fell gracelessly on it. The bed springs cringed and I chuckled. Damn, it’d be loud in here. I hoped that the walls weren’t as thin as they looked or the neighbors would be in for a noisy night.

  I laid down and watched him crawl over me, his eyes swiping my body from my feet to my eyes drinking him in. His cock twitched as soon as it landed on my hipbone and I bit my lips, ready to beg him to take me now.

  He kissed my breasts, cupped them and pinched my nipples until he heard my moan echo in the bedroom and then, he trailed kisses higher. He took extra care on my neck and behind my left ear before he went back to my lips. I tugged with my teeth on his lip ring and bunched his hair in my right fist while I cupped his ass with my other hand, pushing his hip into me.

  “Do you have a condom?’’ he asked me with a strained voice, blowing air into my left ear as he panted, ready to make this happen. He supported his weight on his forearms to not crush me, but right now I wanted him closer. I didn’t care if he crushed me to the point that I couldn’t breathe anymore. He had already taken my breath away.

  “Top drawer’’, I answered, pointing weakly at the bedside table. He extended his arm and opened the drawer with an urgency that made him tremble slightly. He moved things around in my drawer until he grabbed the small foiled packet. His eyes went back to me with a feral intensity that made me suck in my breath again. He was far more intense than I had ever imagined him to be when it came to sex.

  He opened the foiled packet and rolled the condom on, all the while never looking away from my eyes, even when I was distracted with the way his muscles bulged for a few seconds while he sheathed himself. He pushed open my legs and they went willingly, opening until I caged his waist between my thighs and I brought both hands to his ass, putting just enough pressure to let him know that I didn’t want to wait any longer. I was so ready for him that it was indecent, even for me.

  I could feel his cock hard at my entrance, teasing me but never giving me what I needed. I frowned at him and the jerk smirked! He was evil and even more hot. But soon, he relented and lowered himself, guiding himself into me and pushing in. Hard.

  I moaned and clawed at his tight ass, my thighs closing around his waist. I closed my eyes and let the sensations fill me. He didn’t move, waiting for me to acclimate to him or maybe he was afraid to lose it. He was breathing harder in my ear and his tight grip in my hair wasn’t easing.

  “Brooklyn,’’ he murmured my name in that throaty voice of his that made me quiver. He began to move then, slow at first but soon fast and hard, not once repentant or second guessing this. He just let it all go and it was more than amazing.

  As he started to move, my groans became louder and more frequent. I didn’t know where to grab him to hold on as his thrusts became even more unforgiving and the waves of completion hit me more and more. I was hot all over, our sweat was mixing, our bodies were slipping against each other. Our breathing was loud, almost drowning out the sounds of our bodies moving and the bed squeaking. My ears started buzzing, my eyes closed on their own accord and all my limbs and muscles started contracting.

  “Open your eyes. Now,’’ he commanded me and I obeyed without thinking. His voice caught in his throat when I contracted my womb, ready to explode. His fiery eyes bore into me. His jaw was contracted, accentuating it. His lips were just a fine line and the piercing a small spark in the room only lit by a lamp. His nostrils flared again and his movements became more erratic.

  “Nolan, Nolan… Don’t stop.’’

  He shook his head and accelerated before he gripped my hips and sneaked an arm under me to change the angle, pushing my hips upwards, both of his big hands cupping forcefully the globes of my ass as he thrust into me relentlessly, sweat coating more and more his body and mine.

  I arched my back some more and let out a small whimper as an orgasm hit me full force, making it impossible to make more of a sound. My eyes went blind and a small tear escaped my right eye. As soon as my orgasm took a hold of me, Nolan followed with two more thrusts, roaring my names as his hands clasped me even tighter, almost to the point of pain. His eyes closed tight, his mouth open and his cheeks red, he was perfection.

  I was boneless, sprawled on the mattress and Nolan was trying to regain his breath while trying not to put all of his weight on me. But I pushed down on his back until he was on me, his chest and hips in full contact with mine. I could feel his heart beating as fast and hard as mine was and I sighed. I was spent and as happy as I’d ever been.

  He pulled away to lock eyes with me. His face wasn’t as relaxed as I expected or as happy and it worried me instantly. A streak of knot tightened in my chest.

  “Are you okay?’’ He shook his head and blew some hair away from his face. “Was it okay?’’

  I frowned and managed to smile at the same time. “Of course! It was…Nolan, it was the most amazing thing that I could ever hope for. Don’t you think?’’

  He brushed some of my hair away from my sweaty face, his fingers so soft on my skin that I barely felt them. “It was intense and so good that…’’ He trailed off. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel so intense. You drive me insane, Brooklyn. There’s something in you that I didn’t know was… In fact, I didn’t know anything like this existed before. You make me need you on the most primal level, and yet, I feel compelled to protect you from everything. It’s fucking with my head.’’

  I ran a hand along his clenched jaw. “When it comes to these things, most of the time there’s no logic. Don’t try to put on a label on this and just enjoy the ride.’’

  He smiled and he relaxed before he kissed me on the lips, deepening the kiss in a sweet and slow dance before he broke it to get rid of the condom. He stood up and went out to the small bathroom in the hall. I put an arm over my eyes and took a deep breath. Sudden fear crept in, right on the edge of this bliss I was surfing on. I tried to ignore it, knowing it was my heart sending me a warning because right now, I wasn’t protecting it. I was wearing it on my sleeve and without really knowing to what extent, Nolan had a good hold on it and one wrong move would break it and along with it, my last dreams.

  * * *

  NOLAN

  It took a while, but finally Brooklyn’s breathing evened out. Her parted lips on my chest kept me awake, unable to tear my eyes off her beautiful face. In fact, I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to stay there, to feel her naked against me. I had never felt anything like this for a woman, and though I had known having sex with Brooklyn would be very different from what I had experienced until then, I hadn’t been fully prepared for the tsunami of emotions that crashed into me. Vulnerability like I had never known, passion like I had never envisioned and a protective need toward her far more intense than I had ever felt for her invaded me completely. And the pleasure…Fuck, the pleasure to be inside Brooklyn was indescribable. She was my perfection and it scared me shitless.

  I swallowed thickly and toyed with her hair, brushing some locks away from her face, relaxed from a deep sleep. Like this, with her in my arms, both of us naked in her bed, everything seemed easy, possible. It made me want to hope, to believ
e that for once something good could come out of Riverdale, but I had been burnt one too many times in this town. I should try and protect her, but I couldn’t at this point. We were too far gone to take things slow now.

  Losing her wasn’t an option. It had never been, but now…now I wouldn’t let it happen. I had made a mistake six years ago when I left, but I would never do it again. She held the better part of me in her hands and I didn’t even know I had given it to her. It just happened and being so close to her, being inside of her and feeling, seeing everything she had to offer had sealed the deal. But damn it…these feelings for her scared me. A lot.

  I couldn’t look away from the glistening body of Big No. He was mowing the neighborhood gardens to earn some money for his move to New York city to college in a few months. I giggled at the window of the kitchen.

  He had taken off his red T-shirt ten minutes ago and now I had a perfect view of his chest and the rivulets of sweat over his skin, making him even more breath taking than usual. Even my girl friend Anna had drooled with me in my kitchen until her mom came to pick her up to drive her to her father’s.

  It was quite fascinating to look at him, see him move around with ease, his body impressive compared to the boys of my age. Just watching him made my stomach feel funny and my cheeks burn.

  He turned off the mower and with his forearm tried to dry his forehead before he used his T-shirt that was hanging from one of his back pockets. I gaped at him and turned around abruptly. I felt even weirder than usual, not sure that it was that normal to feel so funny while looking at somebody. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that it was that normal to watch a guy so obsessively. Not when you’re twelve at least. I blushed some more and gulped some iced-tea I made earlier, the ice cubes clinking in the tall glass.

  I shook my head and put my hair in a tight ponytail. It was so hot today that I craved to feel some fresh air on my neck and not the sweat coating all my skin. It was still early spring, and yet it felt like summer.