Loving Nicolas

Chapter 4

                   

Nicolas opened the door and invited me into his home. I couldn't see much. It was too dark and Nicolas pushed me against the wall as his hands cupped my face. I felt his mouth over my lips, hot and demanding.

This is it! It is happening!

I opened to him a small sound coming out of me, as my eyes fluttered closed, my hands going to his wrists.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm kissing Nicolas Scott!

I felt awkward and wasn't sure if I was doing it right in kissing him back. Nicolas slowed down then he lifted his head.

"You're so sweet Leah." He laughed huskily, his mouth pressing to the corner of my mouth. "I just want to be sure you're alright with what's going to happen."

What's going to happen? Oh yes! He wanted sex. He wanted to be my first. I breathed shakily and nodded. My heart was hammering as he cupped my face and reclaimed my lips. It was like a dream, a fantasy. My mind couldn't think, only sense as his lips pressed and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I closed my hands around his wrists in support, because at this point I couldn't feel my legs anymore, warmth spreading all over my body, sensations bombarding me and I found myself pushing against him.

Nicolas broke the kiss, breathing hard and for some reason I felt a sense of satisfaction. I was taking his breath away. I'd like to think that. Yeah Leah! Make yourself happy.

"Leah...let's go upstairs."

"Yes..." I whispered. Get me naked and splay me naked! Yes! Yes! Yes! 

Nicolas pulled away from me, took my hand and we went up a set of stairs. I almost stumbled my legs felt rubbery under me. He slowed down and glanced at me to see if I was alright. I gave him a small smile. Carry me? Not going to happen.

His room was large. He went to a lamp and turned it on. The light was dim but I can see a very elegant room, with a large bed pushed to the center against the wall, cream carpet a vanity and very neat. Neat freak, remember. Probably OCD tendencies as well.

Nicolas came back to me, taking my hand, pulling me to him as his other hand cupped my face and kissed my lips.

"Are you sure?" He whispered against my lips. He wanted to be sure that I was on board.

Seriously? I'm melting here like ice cream under a hot summer sun!

"Yes, I'm sure."

I haven't been so sure in my life. If this is going to happen, I wanted it to happen with him. I stared at him, at his beautiful rugged features. The taught line of his face, the slight glaze of lust in his silvery eyes. I was doing this to him right now, regardless if I was the only woman present in front of him at the moment. No, I didn't want to ponder on this thought. I just knew that he was as horny as I am and I'm doing this to him.

Both of his hands held me now as he kissed me, my head rushing with blood as his lips did things to my body. I felt his hands going back to the zipper of my dress and he pulled it down. A cold rush hit my skin and I moaned throwing my head back. His mouth closed over my neck kissing and nibbling and I felt the tips of his fingers on the skin of my back caressing sending shivers through my spine.

"So soft..." Nicolas whispers closer to my ears before his teeth grazed the sensitive area under my ear, a hot rush tore through my body, as a loud moan escaped my lips.

He undressed me slowly, the lace falling off my shoulders and slowly down my breasts and to my waist. Nicolas grabbed the skirt of the dress and yanked it down leaving it to pool around my feet. I heard a growl coming from his mouth as he ate me up with his eyes. I was wearing black lacy underwear and the thigh high tights made an alluring image, I felt like a hot lingerie model at that moment, pleased with the look on his face, feeding that deep female vain part inside me, giving me confidence to speak.