Crossroads finding my wa.., p.8
Crossroads (Finding My Way), page 8
Three orgasms later for her and I was finally riding out my own. The unexpected feelings behind it all, made my eyes water. Now I knew what the fuss was all about... I knew what it meant to ‘make love.’
I’m having trouble extracting myself from Em’s body. Falling back down on top of her while we both catch our breath, I’m finding it hard to move. It feels so good to be touching her, skin to skin, our bodies aligned and connected, tired from the same powerful workout. It feels so good to be inside her.
I hold her tightly and kiss her once more, before finally break away to lie at her side. Looking up to the ceiling my hand blindly finds hers and our fingers entwine.
Now I know, with absolute certainty - Em is the one for me.
Emma
I lied. When I spoke to Kat yesterday, I lied. I said that I had had the best sex of my life Friday night - I was wrong. What we just did totally topped that! I had no idea it could be like this.
Nick lifts our joined hands and kisses my fingers before resting them on his chest. I twist my body so that I am facing him, hooking my leg over his. My lips press softly against his hard chest, before I rest my head on his shoulder, causing him to let out a contented sigh.
And that’s how we lie, content in our silence, legs and bodies entwined. This is the true meaning of happiness.
After ten minutes or so of peace and quiet, I ask, in what I hope is a seductive voice, “So when can we do that again?”
“Seriously?” he asks, turning his head to the side to look at me. “I’m ready when you are.” He smiles then turns his body so he can rub against me to prove it. I feel him already jumping to attention.
“You’re something else,” I say meaningfully. I smile at him when a thought strikes me, “how about we take it to the shower?”
“That sounds like a great idea!” he says, suddenly jumping excitedly from the bed. It reminds me of the time we chose this bed we have been having so much fun on, when I first bought it from his cousin’s store. He’s playful and fun this way, his mood so different from the sexually intense one from minutes ago. He reaches over and scoops me up like I weigh nothing, got to love that, and swiftly carries me to the bathroom plonking me down next to the shower. I reach in and turn the taps on, while Nick reaches around my thighs from behind and turns me on. As his hands wander, his mouth nuzzles my neck heightening my arousal.
When the water temperature is just right, I step in with Nick’s arms circling me. He squeezes me tightly in a backwards hug and kisses me on the shoulder, leaning into my back, before turning me around in his arms. Nick is glorious naked, this I knew, but naked and wet, is even better. He closes his eyes as he lifts his head towards the water and I watch in awe as it streams down over his naked flesh. When he looks back down at me, boring those blue eyes into mine, I am overwhelmed with desire. I stand on the tips of my feet and sling my arms around his neck to kiss him passionately on the mouth.
I’ve tried sex in the shower before and it rarely worked out that well. I was always too short to stand on my feet and do it, and my ex-boyfriend Josh struggled to hold my weight up in his arms. I always felt guilty for expecting him to, so we usually gave up and got out. But Nick is strong, so it takes no effort for him to lift me up and onto him within seconds of my kiss. He holds me tightly in his sturdy arms and I can’t help but marvel at him.
“You’re so tight,” he says, moving me to the wall. My ankles lock on his back as he presses me against the cold tiles sending a welcome chill through my body. The combination of the cold on my back against the heat of Nick’s body and the warmth of the water is exhilarating as Nick thrusts into me. He grips my thighs firmly, his mouth covers mine and our tongues tangle. I gasp for air against the steam of the shower when his lips leave mine and move over my neck.
“Nick,” I dig my fingers into his back. “Oh… so good, yes…” One hand slides up from my leg onto my side, then higher to my breast. He flicks my nipple with his fingers as he nips my ear lobe and thrusts harder and faster into me. I can feel the muscles flexing on his back as I moan in pleasure and rake my nails over him. Pulling my hands from his back I grab hold of his face to kiss him. He kisses me back with so much passion that I feel tears in my eyes, completely overwhelmed by him. We move back under the water, it cascades over our bodies. Nick grips my arse hard and lifts me up higher, before impaling me deeper. Then he spins us to the glass and it’s as cold on my back as the tiles were. Propping me up on the glass allows him free range with his hands and they pull mine from his face. He raises our joined hands above my head. Our fingers interlace and squeeze so tight it hurts. He thrusts into me with such force, over and over, I vaguely wonder about the strength of the glass behind me, before focusing back on him.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my neck before biting me there, which forces me to come in a massive explosion calling his name.
Nick
“Nick!” she utters again, going limp against the glass wall of the shower. Propping her up, I ride out the last of my own orgasm.
“God, Em!” I sigh heavily against her, trying to catch my breath.
“Wow,” she whispers, causing me to smile and sigh blissfully again, glad that it was as good for her as it was for me.
I move my mouth from her neck back to her lips and kiss her deep and passionately again. I spin her from the wall to under the water so it falls over our faces. Our lips remain attached, and our bodies entwined. I smile against her mouth. Water passes our lips. It’s hard to breathe underwater like this, but that doesn’t stop me from kissing her. I feel like I’m drowning, drowning in a shower, drowning in Em, and I’ve never been happier.
***
We are both on our sides, facing each other, lying naked in post-coital bliss back in Em’s bed. All clean and relaxed after our mind-blowing shower together. Em closes her eyes as I run my hand down the side of her face. I stare at her in awe. My beautiful Em, how did we get here and why didn’t we do this sooner? My fingers trace light patterns on her cheek before I stop to cup it. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment thinking of my impending flight overseas. I don’t want to leave her. How am I supposed to recover from this? How will I be able to walk away in thirteen days’ time?
“I have a confession to make,” I say, opening my eyes again.
“Uh-oh, do I want to know?” she teases, then bites her lip.
“Hey!” I give her a gentle slap on the butt.
“Ouch!” She giggles.
“This has been a morning of firsts for me… first time I’ve gone bare…” she blushes at that, “first time in a shower…” First time making love, I almost say, but stop myself.
“Really? So Mr. Experienced hadn’t experienced everything there is to do with sex, huh?”
“What do you mean, Mr. Experienced?” I laugh, giving her a tickle.
“Ahh, don’t!” she squeals before wriggling away and leaving the bed.
“Hey, where are you going?”
My eyes automatically follow her as she pulls on a pair of knickers and picks out a t-shirt from her drawer.
“Toilet, if you must know,” she says pulling the t-shirt on, unfortunately covering up that beautiful body.
“Well you better come back straight away!” I call after her.
Emma
Returning from the bathroom I take a deep breath and drink him in. The sight of him lying naked in my bed is breathtaking, the sheet barely covering him, his tanned muscly chest begging to be touched.
“Um, you gonna hang around for a bit… I could make you some toast?”
“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he says with a sexy smirk. He raises his arms and folds them behind his head. It takes all my strength not to jump back on top of him then, looking so relaxed and appetising in my bed. But I turn on my heels instead. “Em?”
“Yes?” I turn back hoping he will ask me to do just that. God, what is wrong with me? I should have had my fill by now! His hungry-eat-me-up eyes make their way up over my body to my face, sending shivers through me. The smug look on his face tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing by looking at me in that way too.
“Got any juice?” he asks huskily.
“Sure,” I reply, blinking rapidly. That was not what I was expecting him to say. I smile at him and shake my head as I turn to leave the room.
In the kitchen I put some bread in the toaster and pour two large glasses of apple juice. Taking a huge gulp from one of them I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips as my thoughts turn to everything that has happened this morning… and what might happen next. Things are different, I feel so connected to him. Everything is more intimate now. He said he cared about me, but the way he’s been looking at me almost makes me think – The toast pops up breaking me from my thoughts.
Nick
I have a full body stretch while I listen to her moving about in the kitchen. My mouth curves into a smile and I groan with the thought of how adorable she looked just now, wearing only a t-shirt and knickers, with concern on her face when she thought I was going to leave. I could think of nothing better than hanging out with Em all day in this apartment. What we have between us is magic. Magic? That does not sound right, I sound like a girl. All I know is I need more of that, of her.
I reach for my phone to see the time. It’s just after one, no wonder I’m hungry. Maybe, instead of toast, I should take Em out for lunch. That’s what normal couples do right? And that’s what we are now, isn’t it? As much as I would love to spend the day with her couped up in this bed, I know I should take her out or something.
Lunch! Shit! I’m supposed to be home for lunch! The whole family will be there, I forgot all about it! I jump from the bed and start to get dressed. I notice Em come back in the room and I apologise to her, when I get a text from my sister.
Maria: Did you forget what today was? Dad’s gonna be pissed if you don’t get your fucking arse over here, like pronto.
I’m sure Dad would be pissed if he knew his precious little girl swore like a trooper too. And he will be pissy at me no matter what I do!
Emma
“I hope Vegemite is okay,” I say when I re-enter my bedroom, carrying a tray of toast and juice. I’m stunned to find Nick standing by the bed buttoning his jeans. I watch him grab his t-shirt from the floor.
“Shit. Sorry Em, but I gotta go,” he says but doesn’t look at me. He quickly picks up his phone off the bedside drawers as a text message comes through. Scrolling through the message I watch as a look of anger morphs on his face. “Sorry, I forgot I have to be somewhere.”
“Oh.” Is all I can manage.
“Um… I’ll call you,” he mumbles, putting on his t-shirt. He walks past me and out of the bedroom. He doesn’t even look at me. What the hell is going on?
“Nick?” He turns back to me with an apologetic look on his face, which quickly vanishes. “Are you okay?” He doesn’t answer, just stares at me blankly. It’s like he isn’t even seeing me. I want to ask him who the text message is from. Where was that cheeky, eat-me-up look from just a few minutes ago? Was the text from a girl? Who is he supposed to meet up with? Did I mean nothing to him as soon as he got a better offer? But what comes out is, “Did I do something wrong?”
Nick
“Of course not!” I practically yell in her face, my hands tightening on her arms. I don’t even remember grabbing her, or even walking in her direction. Only a minute ago I was blissfully happy in Em’s bed and the next I’m making her feel like she did something wrong. Idiot!
“Why are you angry at me?” she yells back, looking shocked.
My eyes focus on hers and I relax my grip slightly jostling the tray in her hands.
“Fuck. Em, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to direct my anger at you.” God, my family makes me crazy! I don’t even want to go to this thing, but Ma wanted to get everyone together before the trip. “Sorry,” I repeat and then grab the tray from her. I take it to the kitchen and place it on the bench. With my back still turned to her I say, “See, I’m no good at this-” I try to explain but she’s angry at me now and cuts me off.
“This?” she yells at me and I turn to face her.
“This!” I repeat motioning with my hands back and forth between the two of us. “I-”
“Right. So you’re bailing already? I don’t even know what this is.” She angrily copies my hand gesture.
I’m not used to having to think of someone else’s feelings. I guess this is what having a relationship is all about. No wonder I’ve never done it before. It’s fucking hard. Usually I like to see Em riled, but this is different, I can see the hurt in her eyes and it confounds me.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry.” I try to soothe her by lowering my voice and wrapping my arms around her. “I’m just- I’m mad at myself. I want to stay here with you, more than anything, and I’m just pissed that I have to leave.”
“So don’t,” she says bringing her arms around me. “Don’t leave.” She leans her face against my chest, instantly calming me.
Emma
“I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think you did something wrong…” he sighs. I feel his chest rise against my cheek and I squeeze him tighter. “I have this stupid family thing I can’t get out of. I’ve got to go.”
I exhale with relief, a family thing I can deal with; at least it’s not another girl. I’m not sure what is going on with us, but I do know I can’t handle thinking of him being with anybody else. His arms tighten around me and I realise he still isn’t making a move to leave. It makes me smile. I’m happy he is having as hard a time as I am in letting go. His stomach growls and it makes me laugh.
“At least eat your toast before you go.” I pull back a little and look up at him. He glances behind him at the tray of untouched food and then turns back to me.
“I don’t like Vegemite.” He smiles and relaxes his arms, gently rubbing my back. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“Well that’s just un-Australian!” I laugh, burying my head back in his chest.
“I know, right?” He chuckles. His hand moves up to the back of my head, and I feel him relax, the mood of the room successfully lifted. His fingers wind through my hair and his chin comes to a rest on top of my head. We stand like that for a moment, just holding each other.
“I’ve really got to go,” he says again, interrupting my contentment.
“Okay.” I reluctantly let my arms drop. He takes a step back but still doesn’t leave.
“Do you-” he stammers hesitantly, “do you want to come with me?” He seems shocked that he has just spoken those words, and well, so am I.
“Uh…” To a family function?
“It will probably be boring, just some family coming over for lunch.”
“At your place?”
“Yeah.” That brightens my mood, I would love to see where he lives. “Ma’s cooking.” I can tell by the look on his face that his mouth is practically watering, I know how much loves her cooking.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“No not at all, there’s always way too much to eat. It wouldn’t be any bother.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re wogs remember, always plenty of food.” He smiles at me.
“No, I mean are you sure you want me to come?”
“Yes,” he replies, looking at me with an expression I can’t quite read. Although I can tell he’s being sincere.
“Okay, I’ll just go get dressed,” I say excitedly, and rush back to my room.
I quickly throw on a pair of jeans, strip off my t-shirt and put on a bra. I’m thumbing through my wardrobe looking for a decent shirt to wear when the realisation hits me. I’m meeting Nick’s family! I’m suddenly very nervous. What if they don’t like me? What does this mean for us? It seems like an awfully big step for us, especially when I don’t know what ‘us’ is. Don’t get too excited, he’s leaving soon.
I find my pale blue, short sleeve, button-up shirt and put it on. I race past Nick who is standing in the kitchen and fumble around my bathroom brushing my hair and my teeth as quickly as possible, knowing that Nick is already late. I hear a groan come from the bathroom doorway and turn to find him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
“What?” I mumble with my mouth full of toothpaste.
“I’m having second thoughts…” I turn to him with a glare, unable to speak. He’s changed his mind? “I’m not sure I can leave this apartment right now.” He glances down and I do the same to see the prominent bulge in his pants. I feel my eyes go wide and look up at him in surprise. “Em, you see what you do to me? You look so hot when you’re flustered. I think maybe we should just stay here.”
I’m standing here with toothpaste dripping from my mouth and he’s turned on? I spit and rinse before I choke with the laughter I’m trying to contain.
“No way buddy, you are not backing out now.” I point my finger at him. “Just think about something else,” I advise, although I am rather pleased that I turned him on without even trying. I quickly spray on some perfume and then walk towards him. He unfolds his arms and braces against the door frame not letting me pass. “I’m ready to go.”
“So am I,” he says, looking at me seductively. Just those few words from Nick’s mouth send desire flooding through me. I shiver. Then I slowly move closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. I pull myself flush against his hard body and, standing on my tippy-toes, I kiss his neck softly before moving my mouth to his ear. I suck on his ear lobe, letting out a small breath which makes him shiver, but he keeps his arms pressed to the door frame.
