Anger Management- Euphoria

twenty-two

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!!!!!!

I waited for Nate to start talking. He didn't. I've mentioned this before but Nate was not really good with communication. He had driven here, it was a big step for someone like Nate, who struggled to have conversations about how they were feeling. 

I fidgeted with my fingers, taking measures not to look at him. "Why are you here?" I don't know why I asked that, I already knew why he was there. 

He furrowed his brows, "I need to talk to you." he said, his tone was soaked in sadness. 

"Let's talk then," I said as reassuring as I could manage. As much as I wanted to blame Nate for all our communication issues, I needed to claim some of it. Just like him, I had problems dealing with my emotions properly, and severe issues talking about them. 

Nate gave me a small smile, his eyes were vulnerable; vulnerable like I had never seen them before. Seeing him in this state tore at my heart, clearly, he was miserable. 

"I told you I love you and... you just stood there." He said in a broken voice. 

Another piece of my heart ripped away. This was the moment. I had to confess how much I loved him or he would leave and never come back. 

At first, the words wouldn't come out. It was a risk, exposing myself to Nate romantically. It wasn't about sex or anything else. This was about love. 

"I know and I'm sorry-" all of a sudden, I felt a tear form in my eye and I stopped myself. Why was this so fucking hard. "It was just so sudden. I thought you didn't want me that way, or at all actually." 

I had to analyze his reaction. He switched through them in half a second. At first, he was in shock like this was new information and then his face showed immense guilt. "I didn't actually feel that way. I didn't want to hurt you again."

"But you did. You think you breaking my heart hurt less than that bruise? God no. You saying that made me feel like shit." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. There wasn't enough brainpower to navigate my feelings and hold back the water works. 

He ran his hand through his dark hair, he was struggling to find the right words. "I know. I know," he looked over at me, his eyes were black in the night's light. "I shouldn't have said any of that shit. But when I saw the bruise, I couldn't deal with the fact that I had hurt you in that way." 

"So you turned around and hurt me in a different way?" 

Nate quickly blinked his eyes, "At least I would never hurt you again after that." 

The tears weren't slowing down. Why couldn't he understand it. "That was the best night of my life. Was it really that unimportant that you could just leave like that?" 

"Rosie...I made a promise that I would never hurt you." he explained and I realized when he blinked hard again, what he was doing. He was desperately holding back tears. I had never seen Nate cry. 

I shook my head frantically, trying to get a grip on the direction of the conversation. He wasn't going to push away because of a stupid vow. "Well, fuck the promise. I want you. I love you." 

My eyes searched his. I saw the light return to them. I don't think that up until this moment, he believed that I loved him anymore. 

"You love me? Why?" Nate asked in shock. 

Why? There were so many reasons. "I love you because you're my Nate. I love you because you are my safe haven. I love you because you know me better than I know myself. I love you because you're my best friend. I love you because you make life worth living." I swear I felt my heart start to glow, an overwhelming sense of warm pressure weight down on me, soothing me and taking away all my fear. This is what love felt like. 

Nate kissed me then. The warm pressure built up even more when he touched me. It wasn't lust driving us now, it was love. My body melted immediately into his. I ran my hands through his hair like I had never touched it before. Without thinking, I was straddled him in the front seat. 

"I love you," he moaned in between kisses. 

I murmered I love you back. 

Nate's hand gripped my sides and I rolled my hips against him. The only thing on my mind was how much I wanted him, right then. And I could tell by the growing buldge in his hands, that he wanted me too. 

I grinded against him again, he closed his eyes. I bit his lip as I pulled away. I grinded harder while looking deeply into his eyes. His dark eyes burned into me. 

"Are you teasing me Rosalyn?" he growled lowly.

I felt myself get wet when he said my full name, especially in that tone. "Yes." I responded. 

Nate hands pressed my hips closer to him. "Oh? And what is it that you want?" 

I gave him a devious smile I leaned my lips next to his ear. "I want you to fuck me." I purred. 

That was all Nate needed. His lips collided with mine again, harder and deeper. Using his hands, he unbuttoned his pants. With the other hand, he pushed my shorts and panties to the side. I felt his cock resting on my inner thigh. 

Nate reached his hand between my thighs, swepting his finger down my slit and over my clit. I gasped as he touched me. "You're already wet." 

A smile played on his lips. He knew exactly what he did to me. 

Without warning, he pushed himself into me. An echoing moan slipped from between my lips. I saw the satisfied look on his face. Nate could be one smug fucker. 

I was ripped away from my thoughts as I sank down on him. Heat rippled through me, burning away all other thoughts. Nate's head rested backward, his chest was heaving. 

Slow and passionate wasn't something he had experienced before. I slowly lifted myself up before sinking back down on his cock even slower. Nate let out a gutteral sound, as he was already trying not to cum. 

Nate wasn't the only one enjoying this. With each stroke, I got wetter and the pressure was begging to be released but I wasn't ready to give in yet. 

I rolled my hips against his again, moaning as I  did. Nate grabbed my hair behind me and tugged making my walls clench around him. 

"Fuck," he moaned as I rocked my hips again. 

I came right before he did. I clenched tightly around his cock as I came, bringing him directly to release. He buried his head in my shoulder as he moaned while my pussy milked him empty. 

Our bodies were coated in sweat. "Do you want to stay?" I asked, breathless. I didn't want him to leave me. Ever again. 

"Yes." Nate said, kissing me once again.