Chapter 110
NATHAN
"I haven't done anything yet. But moving on..." She closes her eyes, and I try not to go crazy with the sight. Her hand slides from her belly to under the lace of her panties. "Some things are impossible to forget... no matter how hard you try to replicate them, or... find someone with a similar rhythm... there seems to be only one way... right." Within seconds, I was already pressing my body against hers, taking the place of her hand.
"You don't have to look for anything. I'm right here." The soft skin under my fingers was exhilarating. I urgently sought her lips. It all made sense now, why I couldn't forget.
It felt otherworldly how her lips fit perfectly with mine. I explored her mouth with my tongue. I could barely hold on, as desire consumed my body. I just wanted to enter her without any gentleness. I explored her body with my free hand while teasing her clitoris with the other.
Breathless, she quickly took off the top part of my suit and pressed her breasts against me, her nails digging into my skin, sliding down my back. It would leave marks, so I would reciprocate.
I pressed one of her breasts against my mouth, sucking with force, savoring its softness and fragility. She didn't hesitate to pull my hair, without mercy. I interrupted her, pushing her chest and spreading her legs. Leaning over her, I kissed every inch of skin between her breasts until I reached her sex. She couldn't contain a moan when I sucked on that spot, arching her back as her body tensed. She was so wet and enticing, I just wanted to feel her around me.
Engrossed in the task, I lost track of time with my face between her legs, and I only stopped when she finally climaxed. I held her as she composed herself. She murmured a "My god," still dazed. Getting off the countertop, she crawled toward the refrigerator to get water. She helped herself and offered me some.
I accepted and took a long sip before wetting my fingers with cold water and sliding them along her sternum. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, smiling mischievously. I placed my fingers on her tongue, and she sucked them like a good girl. There was something different about her indeed. "Time to repay the favor," she whispered, pulling me towards the living room couch. The rain started to fall outside. Straddling me, she began rubbing herself against me, torturing me, before finally kneeling. I could easily skip to the part of fucking her.
I've always had control over my cock, but at the moment, it seemed impossible. I knew I wouldn't last long after such a long time. Her big eyes were watching me the whole time as her hands started to work. I couldn't describe the sensation; relief didn't even come close. When I felt her lips around me and her wet, warm tongue, my life seemed to make sense again. Her insolent gaze made me want to suffocate her with my entire cock in her throat. I had forgotten how good she was at this. I wouldn't last much longer, especially with her challenging eyes.
I interrupted her when I was about to explode. I didn't want anything else; I just wanted to lose myself inside her. I leaned over her body on the floor, making her lie on the carpet, spread her legs, and positioned myself between them. I started moving my hips slowly, looking into her eyes. She embraced me, pressing her chest against mine and wrapping her legs around me. Suddenly, everything felt right. Nothing else seemed to matter, only this moment.
Everything I went through in the past months didn't matter anymore because she was mine again. Hearing her moan my name, her erratic breathing, feeling her skin against mine, her scent... strangely, I felt at home, as if the turbulence had finally disappeared.
I woke up on the floor when I felt the weight of her head leave my chest. She lazily got up, while I admired her ass, which seemed more incredible than ever. I sat up and held her hand, preventing her from taking another step.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," she smiled, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I want to see your new room."
"It's time for you to leave." What? She must be joking.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, I'm not in a hurry."
"Yeah, but you have to go." I stared at her in disbelief.
"Are you playing hard to get now?"
"It's not that..." Her smile disappeared. "I don't know what you're thinking... This was amazing, thank you, but... it was just for fun."
"Are you really going to play this game?" She couldn't be serious.
"It's not a game, Nathan, it's reality."
"Reality? Which one? The one where you act like a bitch?"
"We had sex and had fun, and it was great." Nonsense. She couldn't possibly be serious.
"And when are we going to have fun again?"
"Any day, who knows."
"Are you really going to pretend you're not interested?"
"Or maybe seeing me again isn't good for you."
"God!" I stood up. "Alright, Collins. Maybe we can have a conversation when you grow up."
"Just try to accept that things have changed, Ryan."
"What changed? I still feel the same, Kate." She closes her eyes and takes a breath.
"I've changed. It may seem like a short time, but I did things, my thoughts have changed."
"Be straightforward, but don't pretend to be indifferent."
"I'll never be indifferent to you. You're the most amazing guy I've ever slept with." Was she treating me as just a good fuck? A casual fling? It was unbelievable.
"I'm not just talking about sex... you talk as if you've been with many others." She looks away.
"I went out with other guys." The words hit me unexpectedly, the idea that the disinterest was real, made me furious. She simply moved on, as if nothing happened, in a way that I couldn't. Did she ever really feel anything? Or was I just a big fool? "Nathan?" I started searching for my clothes, picking them up and putting them on.
"I had to move on," she said, as I ignored her, putting on my shoes. Move on and fuck everyone? Was that what moving on meant to her? I looked into her eyes, trying to recognize the woman in front of me.
"Okay," I said. It wasn't okay at all, but I would never let her see how much it affected me.
It was only four months, four months filled with hope for me. But for her, there was never any hope. The idea that whatever she felt for me had vanished ruined me when I thought it couldn't get any worse.
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