55 Story of Nikki Lindsey
CHAPTER 55: THIS MUST BE THE LAST NIGHT (Two)
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My ears caught the door creaks. Where did he bring me?
I just felt that he had put me down on a ledge. I guess it was the tub. Hot water running from the nozzle slowly fills the basin. He held my hand and guided me to sit on the tub floor. I sighed, feeling the warm water comforting my tense body. The water level rises until it reaches my chest. I put my arm on the ledge to rest my head on it. My body is heavy. My training today may not be a lot of work, but greeting known people and artists is a bit of pressure on the first day.
It was different when I was in the café. In that hotel, known people from the business world and politicians came in and out every next hour, and I had to maintain a smile and cheerfully approached. Today, Senators and Congressmen came to dine in and have meetings.
I sighed, then froze—a liquid slipping in my back. Later on, his hand rubbed my body. It looks like a body massage oil.
'Ah, this is nice.' I sighed with satisfaction.
He's stroking my back. It feels so nice when he's putting pressure on my lower back. I groaned in contentment every time he pressed the muscles on my nape to my head. It made me doze.
He's too kind to me, which intrigued me to know him more. But I also wonder if he was this gentle and romantic to other women he has.
Ah, I am losing my mind to feel jealous, thinking there is another woman he's touching other than me.
I know he's turning me to insanity, like how he treated me tenderly. It caused the part of my mind to become infatuated with him. However, my heart is for someone. In the back of my head, this man already occupies a room in my life.
Maybe, the further he cares for me this well, I may fall for him one day.
"Hah!" I gasped when he pulled me closer, then let my head rest on his chest.
Later, he continued massaging my shoulders down to my arms and my palm. Slowly, his hand rose and settled on my breast. Making a circular motion, his palm rubbing my nipples that now become sensitive. Holding my breath, his palm reaches for my belly. In the same way, he made a circular motion, but he was more gentle, determined not to place pressure on my abdomen. But he seems to cherish it instead.
He planted tiny kisses on my head, and it made me wonder about the way he acted.
Why is he so gentle to me? I don't want him to maltreat me, but if he is this way, I might fall in love with him.
His hand remained on my belly while his tiny kisses trailed down my face, covering my mouth. Passionately, I responded to his kisses and parted our mouths to breathe.
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I adjusted my eyes from the dark—almost nothing I could see but faint light from the floor-ceiling window.
Gosh, what happened!? I feel the soft bed, a rigid body on my back, and an arm I pillowed. Did I just fall asleep?
Ugh. We're supposed to make love in the tub, right? But I doze off, it seems.
What should I do now? It looks like it's still night outside. I was debating upon myself whether to take a peek at him. Ah! What am I doing?
But the room is dark. I won't recognize his face. I wonder if he's awake. I want to stretch my body, but his face buries my hair. If I make just a tiny movement, he might wake up.
"Achoo!" Shot. My nose suddenly got itchy. Ah. Did I catch a cold? "Hum."
He pulls his arm around my waist. His body was partly distant from me, and then I heard the sound from the AC. He reduces the temperature, and it's not that cold anymore.
What is he doing? Is he making me fall in love with him? The rhythm of my heart almost made me deaf.
Later, his palm moved back to my abdomen. So, are we just going to sleep? I mumble. He was too considerate of me. Could it be possible he is watching me from a distance?
If so, this made me blush. I wonder, aside from my body, what does he think about me? What impression did I leave him?
He's stroking my belly. I could sense that he was anxious for me to get pregnant soon. It should be more shortly, and my period should be around—
Wait a minute. My period seems delayed already. It should have been here two weeks ago. Does this mean I'm pregnant already? Why has Doctor Yonah found nothing yet? I got a lot of tests, but she did not mention if I was pregnant. Impossible that they didn't predict that early.
Now a huge possibility that I am pregnant.
Thinking about it, a few teardrops escape my eyes. It was tears of happiness, of course. But once I was pregnant, we—
Once I was pregnant, there was no reason for us to meet. So then, this is our last night being together.
Somehow, a part of me feels sad. I don't know why. I should be glad we need not meet up to make love.
Could it be that I still want to meet him?
No. This will be our last night making love.
I sat up, wondering if I should tell him that I suspected I was possibly pregnant.
Not yet. I can not tell him yet without taking the test. I have two sets of pregnancy kits at home. I needed to try taking the test when I went home.
I was contemplating when the bed was moving when he got up. The room is unlit, so even if I don't wear a blindfold, I won't clearly see his face.
"Don't worry, I won't look," I said.
Somehow, tonight, I want it to be memorable.
He holds my chin and covers my mouth. It was too loving like we were in love kissing each other. I wander my hands from his shoulder down to his chest. Holding me by one of his arms, he gently pushed me to the bed while his other hand traveled throughout my entire body.
I did the same. I move my hand toward his broad chest, down to his muscled abdomen. He moaned when my hand landed on his hardness. It also made me jolt when I accidentally touched his hard thing.
And since I was already in this embarrassed, I moved my hand to feel him. Teaching myself how to work on it, the more it becomes harder. He seemed satisfied with the way my hand stroked him.
"Unh… hah..."
His breathing is getting heavier. He must have felt the buildup in his abdomen. He leaned over and showered me with kisses down to my chest. Spreading my legs, he made his way down to that part once again. Teasing me longer, I grab a pillow and cover my face to minimize my voice.
"Uh…" It was too hot and hard. He put it on but pushed slowly.
It made me think what is the difference this time. His thrusts are extra gentle, like he's carefully moving above me while going through my insides deeper.
It was unfair when this was our last night, and he was this gentle—something my body used already with his strong thrusts and yearning for him.
But it also feels good of him doing it tenderly... he's making long thrusts, leaving me to want more, for him to go deeper.
He seems to focus on controlling his trust, so I keep wondering what made him this gentle? The more he does it this way, the more I want him to stay longer inside me.
"More…" I huff. So foolish of me to cry that out. But I want tonight to be satisfying. I want to meet his trust so I will act boldly this time.
I reached for his neck and kissed him. Probably it was a kiss of goodbye.
It was a pleasurable time. Just something like, we need each other for a purpose we both benefit.
I fastened up my limbs around his waistline to meet his thrust with force. Intentionally, I slam my body for him to rush up.
Heaves furious sighs. His breaths landed on my face. He's losing control till giving up.
"Uh!" I whimper.
His teeth embedded in my shoulder blade, like punishing me for being such a naughty girl. He pulled my feet from his waist, and he stretched my legs apart. He began rocking hard on top of me. As I got my punishment, it was so satisfying.
I received my reward. Now I was having a tough time breathing from the warmth of his thrusts. His teeth taunt both of my nipples at the same time, penetrating mine inside with contentment. That night, we did it over again. He was flipping me to turn on my knees. I buried my face in the pillow when he was humping behind me with such force.
This is what I want, anyway. Thinking this must be our last night, I want more. I want him to touch me more… kiss me more… make me feel good, like he's giving his life and heart to me.
Somehow, deep down, a part of me asking this... Could this be a goodbye for us?
