First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 48

“W-wait.” Nash murmured in between hurried kisses to my neck. I was straddling his waist, grinding my hips down into his. I didn’t know how far I was willing to go but right now all I wanted was Nash’s body as close to mine as it could get. I thought he wanted the same, but now he was gathering my hands in his and leaning so my position on him restricted me from continuing whatever this was.

“You don’t want to.” I noted quietly as I turned my face away from Nash, keeping my tears in check as I clumsily struggled to dismount him. His hands let go of mine, grabbing my hips and stilling them.

“Where are you going?” He asked, a lopsided smirk adorning his angelic features. Those electric blue eyes staring at me in amusement were giving me heart problems.

“Didn’t I just tell you what you do to me? I want to do so much more to you than just this.” He whispered, bringing a hand up to my neck and pulling me down so he could place a soft peck on my lips.

His words, and the assumption of what he was referring to had my heart beating out of chest.

“I just don’t want us to do anything that you would regret. I couldn’t bear you degrading anything we did together with shame of any kind.”

I nodded, unsure of what to reply. I had gained a whole new level of respect for Nash, to know that he cared enough about me to wait and make sure I was ready for sex. It felt weird to even think the word, so I definitely couldn’t imagine myself involved in it.

“By the look on your face I can tell that you aren’t ready for that, so how about we go a little slower and try something else.” He suggested, his hands rubbing soothing circles into my waist. I nodded, still not wanting to speak for fear of my voice failing.

“Ok.” He chuckled, leaning up and kissing me again. This time it was much gentler than before, less rough, but still just as passionate. He brought his hands up and cradled my face in his hands as he kissed me.

I was totally out of my element, I had barely gotten used to kissing and now we were doing “something else” as Nash had put it. I had no idea what that was but it wasn’t going all the way, and it wasn’t just kissing, so it had to be something along the way.

Despite our attempt to slow things down, the kiss was getting more and more heated each second, as I took his bottom lip between mine and gently sucked on it, before tugging on it and bringing my lips along his jaw, leaving little kisses in my wake before I began sucking on the skin covering his right collar bone, desperate to mark it the same way I had done the other one.

Nash gasped, his hips bucking up off the mattress when I suddenly bit down on the skin. I pulled away to see the rosy patch of skin forming where my mouth had just been.

“Keep doing shit like that and I just might not be able to help myself.” He scolded, an entertaining frown on his face but I didn’t miss the grin hinting at the corner of his lips.

I covered his mouth with mine, him opening his mouth instantly to let my tongue in. I let his tongue massage mine as his fingers playfully danced along the hem of my shirt.

“May I?” He asked between messy open mouthed kisses.

“Always such a gentleman.” I teased, despite the bubbling anxiety I felt brewing. He chuckled as he slowly raised the material, waiting for me to raise my arms over head so he could fully remove it. I thanked my lucky starts that I’d worn a moderately cute underwear set. My bra was white with pink lace playing at the tops of the cups, a tiny pink bow between them. It was a little juvenile, I’ll admit, but the colors looked flattering against my caramel skin.