The Proposal

20 - Caught

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I couldn't stop thinking about what Nicholas said in the car.

What did he mean by that? Who was he referring to? Did he have someone else. I knew for a fact that I hadn't seen him with any woman, but then again, I wasn't always around him. We had separate lives, so how could I possibly know.

Although he said he wasn't interested in women, so, who was he talking about? If it wasn't another woman, was it me?

Oh, it was so frustrating not to know what he was thinking or what went on in his head, and i desperately needed to know. Not knowing was driving me insane.

I needed to know if he was thinking about me, I needed to know if he was attracted to me, I needed to know if he was developing feelings for me. I needed to know that I wasn't just imagining things in my head and that I wasn't the only one falling in love.

I groaned loudly and fell back on the bed. Nicholas's bed.

We were back home, and I decided to just be indoors since that was the only place I wasn't wearing a fake bump. Nicholas had gone out again to God knows where, and I was all alone. I loved it, but I couldn't just get the thoughts of him out of my head.

It was infuriating, how much I wanted him, how much I wanted him to want me. I knew I said I was done with men, but there was just something about him that drew me to him even when I wanted to run as far as possible.

He was different. He was kind and honest, and he kept to his words. He had never once tried any sneaky shit with me. Maybe that was the contract binding him, or maybe he was just a gentleman.

And hell, I wanted him to quit being a gentleman for once and do something. To show something. Why was he so unreadable?

We slept on the same bed now, but never once has he tried to make a move on me, directly or indirectly. I loved that about him, but at the same time, I didn't.

Oh God! I was crazy.

I needed to stop thinking about him. I needed a distraction. I needed to date someone or even just get laid.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. My mind cleared out for about a minute, but the next minute, flashes of Nicholas flooded my mind. Memories of him half naked and literally naked, flashed over and over in my mind. I didn't stop it, I let it in.

I let the memories of him overwhelm me. I let my imaginations take control over me. I let myself be aroused by the thoughts of Nicholas. I closed my eyes and let it all in. I felt my body reacting to him in ways I never thought possible. He wasn't even present, and I was so turned on by just imaginations of him.

I let my hand slowly move down my body, grazing over the aching spot between my legs. I lifted the waistline of  my shorts and slid my hand inside of it, then inside my panties. As the imaginations kept flowing through my mind, I let my fingers rub and tease my already wet entrance.

I then stopped abruptly, recalling that I had a vibrator sleeping somewhere in my bags. So I got up and searched my bags for it, when I found it, I smiled at myself. I proceeded to lock the bedroom door and laid back on the bed.

I turned on the vibrating wand, set it on my desired frequency, and slid it into my panties. I relaxed myself and let the imaginations continue. I closed my eyes shut, moving the wand ever so softly on my clit. I imagined all the dirty things my mind could come up with, torturing and pleasing myself at the same time.