Since We're Alone |NH|

Chapter 33

When we got back to her place, we were barely out of the car before my lips found hers again.  Out of everything, I couldn't seem to get enough of her lips on mine.  Everything fit so perfectly, from the way her lips conformed to mine to the way the air just sighed as she exhaled to the way she tasted on my tongue.

As she unlocked her door, I wrapped one arm around her waist and continued kissing down her neck and over her shoulder, my other hand lightly tracing her skin, sending goosebumps to the surface.  I smiled as her body reacted to my touch.

When she finally got the door unlocked, she opened it while turning back to face me, bringing her arms around my neck and her lips back to mine.  We stumbled blindly into the darkness of her living room.

I kicked the door shut behind us.  I heard her drop her bag and kick her shoes off.  She let go of me long enough to lock the door.  As soon as she found me again, her lips were back on mine and her fingers were finding the buttons on my shirt.  Pulling my shirt out from where it had been tucked into my pants, she quickly unbuttoned every last button before she ran her hands up my back and looped them around my shoulders bringing me in even closer to her.

Bringing her hands back around she laced them through the fabric of my shirt, sliding it down my arms letting it fall where we stood.  My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by then and I could see how the streetlight from outside her living room window lit up her skin, lending it this strange, almost ethereal, glow. 

I pushed one of the straps to her dress down over her shoulder as I planted kisses along her ear, neck, and collar.  My other hand wound around her finding the zipper and tugging on it slightly to release it as it fell down her back.  I pushed the other strap of her dress down which allowed the whole thing to slide silently down her body to the floor.

Her hands had found their way to my pants and had already unbuckled my belt.  She was messing with the button when I took her arms and brought her hands back up to wrap around my neck.  I grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her up.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Although, I feel like I should already know this, but, um, where's your bedroom?" I whispered, as she started nipping at my neck.

Without stopping what she was doing she said against my skin, "Go straight back, last door on your right."

I started walking but then accidentally ran us both into the corner of the wall.  "Shit, sorry," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay."

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No, I'm good.  You good?"

She had started nipping at me again and I was pretty sure she was leaving hickeys over every part of my neck and shoulder she touched. "God, yes."

Getting us back to her bedroom, I managed to find her bed and we both fell down onto it.  Our lips found each other again as she ran her hands through my hair before dragging her nails across my shoulder blades. I wove my arms around her back and lifted her up just enough to unclasp her bra.  She quickly moved the straps down her arms and with a swoosh, I heard it hit a wall and fall to the floor.

As she did all this, I got the button of my trousers undone and kicked everything off.  Bringing myself back down to her, I buried my head in her neck as my hands began to roam.

"Good luck trying to get me off," she whispered.

"Huh?" I said, pushing myself up off her for a moment and looking at her.

"What?" She asked.

"What did you just say?"

"Uhh, nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

She looked at me quizzically before I shook my head and brought the upper half of my body back down to hers.

"You've never gotten a woman off.  What makes you think this will be any different?"

"What th—?"

"Are you okay?" She spoke rather softly, as if she was afraid to pierce the darkness with her question.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.  Sorry."

She didn't say anything else while she sat up just enough to place her lips back onto mine.  We fell back to her bed.

"You wouldn't know what a female orgasm looks like.  Or feels like, for that matter.  She's only going to fake it.  Just like I did.  Just like every other girl did.  She'll give off extra moans here and there.  She might even tighten herself around your dick, just to make you think you were doing a good job."

I suddenly recognized the voice I was hearing - Maggie.  I felt myself get dizzy.  The night, the moment, the feeling I had been enjoying was now gone.  I tried getting her out of my head.  I had managed to banish her from my thoughts for most of the night and finally thought I had gotten over this hurdle, but as I tried in vain to get myself back into the moment I desperately wanted to be in, the more I found I couldn't.

"Jesus Christ!" I said, pulling myself out of Ophelia's grip.  "Fuck!"

I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands across them.  When I opened them again, the room was dark and eerily silent.  Her silhouette was all I could see.

"Niall?" I heard her whisper.  It wasn't Maggie's voice anymore.  It was Ophelia's.  "Are you okay?"

She had raised herself up and brought her knees to her chest, one arm wrapped around them and the other one propped on the bed behind her.  Even in the barely visible light, she looked stunning.  I didn't know how I could keep letting this happen.

"Are you okay?" She asked, again.

I had to think fast.  I couldn't tell her that the voice of my ex girlfriend had just ruined this for me; for her; for us.  "I, uhh, umm, god this has never happened before," I mumbled, which wasn't a complete lie – this had never happened before.

"What's never happened before?"

"Uhh..."

I didn't have to come up with a sentence.  She at least semi figured it out.  "Oh."  There was a pause.  The next words out of her mouth, though soft, were laced with concern and fear,   "Umm, did I do something wrong?"

I could feel the features of my face contort in utter horror when she asked that. I couldn't believe that I had an amazing woman in front of me and I was still letting that bitch ruin my life.