Hold Onto Me Sweetie

Although I questioned if I had to be ashamed of how wet I was, I laid my worries to rest when he appeared to like it. I was so intensely drawn to him that I was unreserved in my desire. He muffled my groans and slipped a finger inside. His thumb slid and stroked upward, while he followed to push another finger inside me.

I cried out against his mouth. This was far nicer than all of my previous self-stimulation attempts.

Then his lips returned to my ear. "Willow, does this feel good? Do you enjoy it when I touch you?"

"Yes."

"When we go home, you're going to get fucked. Are you prepared?"

Yes! Yes, a billion times over.

I was unable to speak, but I did nod vehemently.

"You're close. I want to see your pretty face "

An orgasm tore through me soon after, and I tried not to scream out too loudly from the pleasure rolling through my body. A wave of peaceful bliss followed as Nicholas softened his strokes, easing me down from my high.

"You're so lovely," he whispered.

When the car stopped, he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

Before leaving, he pushed my skirt down once more while beaming at me. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder as soon as I stepped out of the car. My breath gushed out in surprise when I landed on his shoulder and I struggled to comprehend how I was hanging upside down. I didn't fight, though, seeing that I had an excellent view of his ass.

I hoped we wouldn't run into Laura as he rushed up the stairs and inside. I would be so ashamed that I'd not be able to look her in the eye again.

"Nicholas!" I slapped his butt, hissing. "Put me down."

"No."

He did not break a sweat as he carried me toward the bedroom.

At least I didn't need to worry about his fitness level. I was sure I would have to start working out if I didn't want to look like a wreck beside him.

As he put me on his bed, my perspective was restored, and I took a quick look around his room. Now, our room.

It was large and I didn't have much time to take in my surroundings. Nicholas was in my line of sight as he crawled over me, a predatory look in his eyes.

He was reared to go if the prominent bulge in his pants was proof. I swallowed thickly as he slid down.

"Don't be scared of me. I plan on delivering on my promise to take care of you. In every way." His hand glided up my thighs

"I'm not afraid," I said, but if I were honest, I would tell him that I was a little scared and embarrassed by how I would perform.

The closest I had come to having sex was during the year-end party when I was seventeen. My then-boyfriend Josh had made a fanfare of it by renting a hotel room. Sadly, his 'friends' disturbed our moment and by the time the night ended, he was snoring on the bed, black-out drunk, and my virginity was still very much intact.

I ended our relationship two days later.

I had no doubt that Nicholas was a man of his word. What he wanted, he would never allow anything to hinder it. I was ready to take him.

I questioned whether he could hear my heart racing when he grinned at me. He pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it next to my poor skirt. He hovered over me, his greedy eyes sweeping over my body and I bit my lip to

"You're gorgeous, Willow." Once more, he kissed me.

My eyes fluttered close as his fingers and lips trailed down my body, creating a path of pure bliss and want. I relished being branded by him. My breath hitched when he tugged at my panties and bra. He was quick and efficient but I propped myself up on my elbows and frowned at him.

"Are you okay?"

I pointed to his body. "You're fully clothed while my nipples are out on display. That is hardly fair."

His answering chuckle soothed my nerves. My eyes widened when he began to unbutton his shirt. My throat was dry as the shirt separated, revealing skin. The hair on his chiseled chest was sparse. As he took away the rest, my eyes drifted downward. I yearned to run my fingertips along his abs and the trail of hair starting at his navel, which descended to the area where his fingers worked on unbuttoning his pants.

I turned red as he kicked his pants and boxers off. I was aware that he was observing me, but I couldn't help but stare at his cock.

It was both long and beautiful. The last word was not what I would usually use for a man's private bits.

When I looked up once more, he was crawling back into the bed with his eyes fixated on mine.

"Better?" I shivered at his teasing yet sinful tone.

I loved how his eyes narrowed and he stared at my worried lip. Instinctively, he licked his lips.

"I am famished. I am going to taste you now."

For a second, I was sure he would simply kiss my lips. But I was wrong. He spread my legs and placed his face between my thighs and I could only imagine what came next. He kept his eyes on me as he lightly stroked my mound with his fingers.

After a while, my elbows gave out, and I collapsed back onto the bed panting as his tongue joined in on the action.

I'd never experienced something so wonderful in my life.

I shouted at the sensations as he licked, stroked, and sucked. He pulled one arm over my hip to keep me down on the bed. I was left to grab at the sheets, trying to battle the absolute pleasure rolling through me.

I had no idea how much time had passed because it seemed to stand still. My only option was to feel. I was completely focused on the feel of his lips against my thighs. My vision turned black as I came undone, and I scarcely saw that he had moved to align himself with my slit, positioning his hips between my legs and his lips upon mine.

In his kisses, I could taste myself.

I was eager to touch every ounce of skin on his body, to memorize the way his muscles strained under his touch.

"Willow, are you absolutely sure?" he asked, his whisper tickling my lip. "One word from you and I will stop. I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I don't want you to regret this... me."

When I opened them, he was looking down at me. His eyes were filled with want, worry, compassion, and perhaps even affection.

"Yes, I'm certain. I need this. I need you."

He pressed a tender kiss to my lips before pushing my hair out of my face. Just the sweetness of his action made my toes curl.

He sighed, "Hold onto me, sweetie." He shouted it as his final words before forcing himself inside of me. Finally, he pushed his length inside me.

I gasped in amazement as he filled me up, but the discomfort wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. He waited for my body to get used to him as he panted against my neck. The light sting never went away, but I bucked my hips to urge him on.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

He gently drew back and drove in again while grunting into my ear. "You feel amazing."

We moved together, and with each of his thrusts, I automatically ground my hip. He was careful with me, and I could see that he was holding back to make it enjoyable for me.

He placed his hands under me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. The uneasiness at the very beginning was quickly replaced with unmatched warmth.

I opened my eyes and felt my pleasure so much more intensely. It was a sensory overload to see him up close, awash with pleasure. He watched me closely as he pressed his forehead to mine. His hot breath blew over my face from his parted lips.

"Willow." It was hardly a whisper, but it resonated profoundly in my consciousness.

God, I could tell he was holding himself back.

His pleas were almost my undoing. I was barely holding on when he reached between us and stroked his thumb over my oversensitive clit.

I groaned with ecstasy as my fingers sunk into his shoulders. I came as the delicious weight of his body enveloped me. He threw my leg over his hip and pushed into me harder and faster. I heard his garbled moan... felt it against my neck as she thrust deep inside me and paused in release.

It was the first time I had ever felt so close to someone. With Nicholas inside of me, enveloping me, and surrounding me with his alluring, masculine scent, I felt like a belonged right there. With all of my might, I wanted to hold onto the connection and never let it go.

I savored the moment when he collapsed on top of me. Yet, the soft kisses on my neck and shoulders continued.