31 Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 31: OUR GAME (THREE)

Freeze underneath him. I dared not to move but waited for what was his plan next.

I knew that if it didn't happen tonight, in the future, I would still have to make love with him. I just thought I was already prepared for what will happen tonight. But still different when I was now lying down on his bed, naked underneath him and touching every inch of my body and devouring my entire being. 

Do I have to apologize? Beg to continue? I just wanted to end the night; it is what I want to happen soon. But I have to calm down for another minute first.

And when the bed shook, I panicked. Is he leaving now? What will happen next week with mama's blood transfusion?

I need to make it happen tonight, but I'm worried he is angry at me now. So I gather some courage. 

"I am fine now," I told him.

I know that even if I delay things today, I still have to do it, eventually. There is no difference between tonight and another day. 

I lay on my side, facing my back to this bedroom door. I listen carefully when it opens when he leaves. It made me anxious, so I bit my lip. Yet, a minute had to pass. The only noise I could hear was my heart thumping. He was still here. I hugged myself and bent my knees.

Later on, I felt the covers land on my body. It surprised me again. I was shivering in the cold and began longing for warm arms to wrap around me.

I did think of this, but then he fulfilled my silent wish. Does he have the telepathic ability? Reading minds? The bed shakes when he joins me under the covers. Though with the distance between us, I could feel his body warm.

I sighed. Even though of the little gap between our upper bodies, I could feel his hardness poking at me. He's aroused, and I began admiring his control. It appears he wants to continue, but because of my reaction earlier, he stops.

Is he giving me time to calm down? It turns out; that I was the one receiving consideration instead of him whom I should serve. 

From what it looks, somewhat, he was the one who made efforts to make me comfortable around him.

Ugh. Nikki Lindsey, be mature enough. You will turn 25 years old next month. Stop acting like a grade school student. I scold myself, convincing myself to stop behaving like a complete virgin.

I stretch my legs, attempting to move a little away from his body. But I heard his grunts. I accidentally press my bottom on his hardness. Because my body froze from the cold, I grabbed the blanket and fixed my position, but I rubbed him instead while making slight movements next to him. He hurls long breaths. He was probably trying to suppress his arousal.

Yet, the blanket is thin; I want to be cuddled to warm me.

Gladly he understood, and he rested his arm around my waist.

Regardless, maybe it was a safe move. I have no courage to tell him to continue. But through body language, he might understand I am now relaxed and ready to go on. I will try not to hesitate this time.

I remember when he said that the story he would tell our child would be that our love story is just a whirlwind romance. Arrive like a hurricane and then go like a lightning flash.

Maybe, if I focus on that, I won't feel any constraints. 

I gasped.

His finger is tracing my shoulder down to my collarbone. Three were now drawing lines down to my back, tickling me. I hold not to reel.

I hurled the air from my chest and released it silently. He began massaging my back, squeezing my tense muscles down to my hip, and gently rubbed my thigh.

Who is he? Why is he this gentle to me? 

Honestly, I had prepared that there might be violence in the act of our lovemaking as how cold he was when we were exchanging messages.

Thus, it surprised me he was this patient with me. But he succeeds in earning my trust a little. His attempts to appease my heart somehow become my inclination to know him more. After all, he is the father of my future child.

I could not suppress my body when he grabbed my breast, and I shuddered. He squeezes one after another, but not that long, and I felt his hand making its way down to my flat belly. And if we succeed sooner, it will grow a bump. 

I feel his hand rubbing my thighs, massaging them and so close to my dampness. Is he asking me for my permission?

And why did we arrange not to talk during our lovemaking? Even though it is not the time for conversation, body language reactions and exchanging opinions and ideas will make it easier.

That's it! Why did I realize this? He must be. So should I speak up instead? Is he not, def? Or is he mute? But he tried to call me once, so he is not def. Okay, I have to gather the courage. Still, the conversation is the best.

Shit. I am still talking to myself, even to this point.

A better way, I reach for the pillow and draw it toward my head, gripping tightly to its fluffiness, and shove my face to it. I held my breath when he inserted one finger into my femininity. My hips twitch for mere seconds but become used to in the next moment.

I wanted to cover my mouth when I gasped, but it made me breathless. So, I closed my eyes when he added one more.

The heat had gradually built up, and an ache was surging inside my belly.

I bite my arm when he grabs my other thigh and places it above his upper leg to spread them.

I recall one of my classmate's comments. Doing this foreplay thing helps to prepare a woman's inside. But I was never comfortable with those topics, so I never cared about it called oral sex. But I must embrace it tonight.

I sighed when he planted soft kisses on my shoulder. I want to protest when he adds one more finger, but he reaches for my lips, and I moan inside his mouth. There is a difference between his kisses this time. Although it was way more intense and aggressive, he was yet enticing me to imitate him.

I felt embarrassed, but to end this quickly, I must keep my persistence.

It loses me when he's kissing me passionately, and I can care less where his hands and fingers are rubbing at my body.

He removed his fingers and left my side. I feel his big palm grab my shoulder and position my body, pinning my back into the bed. He then holds my legs and parts; he pulls me toward him.

I cannot see what is happening, so I prepare myself, intensifying my senses to his following actions.

He reaches for my lips, and I open my mouth to let him in. It made me uncomfortable, and I was trying to push him by his broad chest. I cried when his burning strength entered my secret bliss.

But he was like a proud tree. I could not move, even though I used all my strength to push him away.

His thrusts were at a steady speed. But later, his pace is rushing up, and he begins ramming my insides with more force. I gritted my teeth, and I couldn't control my head from moving to my left and right sides. 

I wanted to reach his shoulder, but he took my pulse and pinned them above my head. Our fingers intertwine, and I tighten my grip on his hand.

I don't know if I should breathe or cry. But I found myself pleasurably in pain. This sensation exploding inside me is totally new to me.

I tried to suppress my voice, but this sensuality that began engulfing me lightened up if I let out a cry. I want to cover my mouth, but my hands are tied by his.

"Let go of my hand," I begged. I want to bite them. Maybe in this way, I could conceal my embarrassment. But he ignores my request; instead, I feel him lowering his hips and thrusting into me endlessly.

I bumped my forehead into one of his arms. It is beyond my reach. I am frustrated. I can't control him. 

He howls. His burning breaths tickle my cheek. I didn't know he was this close. I heard his pants, and I felt his thing becoming fuller inside me. Or did it just even arouse when I bit him?

But I want to bite him again. So I bit his other arm, and that's the stupidest thing I ever did. I felt his mouth grazing my neck and a slash of sharp pain when he buried his teeth into my collarbone.

"MMM…" I gnash and cry. Suddenly, my senses swung, and everything was put on dazed.

He bit me back! I won't do such a thing again because the next thing he did frightened me.

He let go of my hand, but he pushed my shoulder away from the mattress while he grabbed my knee. I buried my face in my arms when he pushed my body down to the bed. I cried at the same time he bit my arms when he began slamming his body behind me.

I breathed and moaned when he pushed deeper into me constantly until I felt a warm liquid gushing down my legs, and it embarrassed me because it belonged not only to him but also to me.

And I thought it would end, but he's not satisfied yet, as our night just began…