Silent No More(19)
“I’m on the pill,” I say in a low breathy voice, silently praying he doesn’t stop. I need more. I need him inside me…like now. I’m completely not thinking clearly. I’m not thinking about STDs or my health at all.
He raises his head and looks at me. His expression surprised. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this. We can wait.”
“Nick, please fuck me,” I say almost begging him. He takes that as his green light. He sits up then guides himself to my entrance. Using my wetness to lube himself, he slowly presses forward until he’s a few inches inside me. He waits the length of a heartbeat before continuing. But when he does, he fills me until I’m full, full of him.
My breath catches in my throat and pleasure washes through my body. It overwhelms me as moisture pools into my eyes. I blink the tears away, rapidly, afraid he will notice. If he does, he doesn’t say anything.
Nice girl moment, Shannon, but I’m too caught up in the moment to feel embarrassed. That is sure to come later. He starts to move slowly at first. It’s incredible, but I want it faster. Just as the thought crosses my mind, he begins to increase his speed, and before I realize it, he’s driving into me, fervently. I fist my hands in his hair pulling hard. He grabs my ass so he can hold me in place. I feel the pressure rising up within me. I don’t remember ever having more than one orgasm in one day before. Damn, this feel good…too good to be real.
“Give it to me, baby,” I hear him whisper into my ear, and with his command, I start falling over the edge, into a sea filled with pleasure.
He comes almost as soon as I do, spilling himself inside me. It’s warm and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He falls on top of me, still deep inside me. He stills himself, trying to catch his breath. Pulling out slowly, he rolls onto his back taking a deep breath. A second later, he’s standing, and striding across the room.
“Don’t move. I’m going to fetch a cloth to get you cleaned up,” he says, as he walks into what I assume is a bathroom. I’m content and happy as I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
FIVE
“Wake up, beautiful.” I hear a soft soothing voice say to my left, and then I feel a dip in the bed. I’m lying on my front with my hands snuggled underneath the pillow. I’m comfortable and I don’t want to move. The sheet is pulled over my bottom, but my back is bare. Nick’s fingers feel like feathers going up and down my spine. My eyes flutter open to see him staring down at me. He’s dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt and black tie underneath his jacket. His hand comes to rest on the small of my back. His simple touch warms me.
“I have to leave for work and I don’t have an alarm clock to set for you.” Panic washes over me, but not because I’m in a man’s bed, whom I really do not know.
“What time is it?” I ask, panicking that I might be late for my meeting at Lockhart Publishing.
He smiles at me. It’s warm and sweet. He leans down giving me a light kiss my cheek. “Don’t worry. It’s early. It’s six in the morning, but don’t go back to sleep.” I start to rise up, but his hand applies pressure so I can’t move. “And don’t get up until I’m gone.” My confusion must be evident on my face. “If I see any more of this beautiful skin, I’m not going to make it to work today and neither will you.” I sense he is serious so I smile and stay snuggled into the pillow as he walks out of the room.
I hear the jingle of keys from the living room, and then a door closes. A minute later, I’m getting out of bed. I’m stunned, stopped in my tracks.
Hanging from the knob of the top dresser drawer is my grey dress, black belt, and jacket. Sitting on top of the dresser drawer is my new white silk bra and matching panties, along with my nude stockings. My black pumps are sitting neatly on the floor next to the dresser drawer.
“When did these get here? How did the man know what I planned to wear today?” I say out loud with one hand hovering over my mouth.
I look around the rest of the room, neatly sitting on a soft bench in front of the window are the rest of my things that I had in my room last night.
What the he...oh, I can’t think about this. I need a shower and I have to get ready. I turn on my heel and head to the door that I assume is the bathroom. Opening it my assumption is right and I enter walking straight to the shower and turn the water on hot. While I wait for the right temperature, I pee and brush my teeth. My toothbrush from my room has made it up here too. I guess he doesn’t want me using his.
Rinsing the remains of my toothpaste off my toothbrush, I remember the broken mirror from last night. Now it makes more sense. They have to clean the mess up, but why didn’t he just move me to a different room?