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I woke up to Nick kissing the back of my neck and stretched languorously.
‘Morning, pet,’ he murmured.
I turned in his arms, snuggling into his chest, feeling euphoric. His hands roamed my back, stopping to tangle in my hair. He tugged gently, tilting my head back for a kiss. His mouth and hands became more insistent and I arched into him. He cupped my behind, pressing me into him before lifting my leg and hooking it over his hip. I felt the evidence of his arousal between my thighs and rocked along its length, whimpering.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he settled himself between my legs and guided himself into me. I slipped my arms around his neck, staring up into his eyes. His arm circled my back, his hand cradling my face. His movements were shallow but the intimacy of our position made me respond immediately.
‘Sometimes missionary is a good favorite, don’t you think?’ he whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I smiled slowly, nodding. My fingers ran through his hair and cupped his cheek. He kissed me again, his tongue a gentle caress. We kissed for what could have been hours, alternating from frantic swirlings of our tongues to tender brushes of our lips. He pulsed inside me and I felt myself fluttering around him in response. His eyes were bright, his breath coming faster. The tension in my belly quickly burst open and I cried out against his lips. He locked his arms around me, his hips moving rapidly for several thrusts before I was rewarding with his shout of release.
He rolled to his back, bringing me with him. We dozed for another hour or so, then made our way to the shower. Nick did indeed make me breakfast – a very good one – and we headed out to wander the neighborhood for a while. It was a grey, chilly day, and I was feeling lazy. We stopped for lunch and then at a bookstore but after browsing a bit, it didn’t take much to convince Nick to go back home, stopping on the way to get groceries for dinner later.
I changed into a long-sleeved tee and comfortable yoga pants and returned to the living room. Nick was at his drafting table, his pencil moving rapidly. He stacked the papers neatly and got up when he saw me. He was wearing nothing but boxers. I stopped short, my eyes wide. He smirked as he sat on the couch and held his arms out to me, circling them around my waist once I was in front of him.
‘I thought we could watch a movie,’ he told me. ‘But you are overdressed,’ he added sternly, slipping his hands under my shirt.
I giggled breathlessly and stopped him by dropping to the couch next to him. He leaned over me, his hands still tickling my bare skin under my top. He edged the shirt up and kissed my stomach, running his tongue around my belly button.
‘Nick,’ I gasped, my body tensing.
He rested his chin on my stomach and looked at me.
‘What’s the matter?’
I bit my lip. ‘I can’t just – hang out – naked,’ I protested, not meeting his eyes.
As comfortable as I had gotten with Nick, I still experienced a moment of bashfulness when he removed my clothes. Undressing for him last night hadn’t been exactly difficult, but without all the beer at dinner and his penetrating stare thrilling me as he ordered me to do so, it would have been terrifying. I knew he was aware of this, he had taken to thoughtfully leaving a shirt or robe by his bed for me so I no longer had to ask for one if I needed to get up to go to the bathroom or the kitchen for a drink. The idea of being even partially undressed in the middle of the day in his living room to just watch TV filled me with dread.
‘And why not?’ He looked amused, his eyes dancing. ‘It’s nothing I haven’t seen, love.’
‘That’s – different,’ I whispered.
He raised his head, his expression becoming serious.
‘Darling. You have a beautiful body,’ he said tenderly, touching my cheek. He sighed sadly. ‘I wish I could make you see what I see,’ he added regretfully.
I finally met his eyes directly, wishing I could believe him. He stared at me for a long time, stroking my face. His jaw settled as if he’d come to some sort of decision. Getting up slightly, he gave me a soft kiss.
‘Wait here,’ he told me.
I fell onto my back on the couch and pressed my fingers against my eyelids. I felt a little guilty about killing the mood, but mostly dumbfounded that he found me beautiful and at the expectation that we would hang out mostly naked. Nick soon returned and I saw he was holding a pair of hipster panties and a tank top he must have found in my bag. I wrinkled my forehead inquisitively. He held out a hand.
‘Come with me. Please,’ he implored.
He looked solemn, which added to my confusion. But I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to his bathroom where the large mirror over the sinks allowed for almost a full-length view of our bodies. He stood in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. Cupping my face, he kissed me deeply. I felt his hands on the hem of my shirt and tensed momentarily before consciously relaxing my body. I let him pull it over my head and remove my bra. I pressed my lips together when his hands began pushing my pants down my hips, shutting my eyes to avoid catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I could sense his face near mine and opened my eyes to see him watching me with a look that was comforting and sympathetic. I gave him a small smile, appreciating that he recognized my discomfort. I know I could have stopped him at any time and he would have done so, but for whatever reason I didn’t want to. He gave me another kiss, tugging at one of my curls.
‘I want to show you something,’ he said softly.
I nodded and he turned to face the mirror, standing next to me and putting an arm around me. I pointedly looked anywhere but our reflection.
‘Cassandra,’ he said quietly and I met his eyes in the mirror. ‘Look at yourself,’ he continued in an awed voice.
He moved to stand behind me, resting his hands lightly on my shoulders. I kept my eyes locked on his.
‘Look,’ he urged, his hands cupping my breasts. ‘Now, as I’m a man you’ll just have to forgive me for starting with the obvious,’ he said, making me laugh. ‘But these breasts are marvelous – so round and full, see how they stand so high?’
He made an approving sound in the back of his throat and a rush of heat swept over me. He ran his hands down my torso.
‘This flat stomach…look at how your waist comes in right here in this delicious curve…’
His voice was almost reverent. My eyes unwittingly following his hands.
‘And then flares out in these hips,’ he continued, his hands stroking me. ‘You have the quintessential womanly figure, pet…all softness and curves…’ His words trailed off in a soft moan.
My breathing quickened. I was transfixed by his words, by his voice, by his hands. He rested his chin on my shoulder, leaning over slightly so he could reach my thighs.
‘I wish I could describe how these legs feel wrapped around me. Soft and welcoming yet somehow also strong and fierce when they grip me tightly…’
Our eyes met in the mirror, burning lust reflected in both sets. Against my back his chest was heaving slightly.
‘You’re perfection, love,’ he said, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.
I was overwhelmed. I still didn’t see it, but what I could see was that he meant it. He believed everything he said about my body. And that made it a little easier to stand there, watching his hands make their return journey up my body past my breasts until they rested on my face, his fingers stroking my cheeks and lips.
‘I didn’t even mention your magical eyes and that luscious mouth,’ he added fondly, giving me a wink.
I giggled and looked away. He turned me to face him, taking my hands in his. I saw his eyes drift to the mirror and stiffened as I realized he was looking at my reflection. He looked back at me with a reassuring smile.
‘I’l
l have to get a second mirror sometime to demonstrate how lovely your backside is,’ he teased.
I tried to give him a reproving look, but he’d made me smile. He picked up the tank top and panties.
‘I would never ask you to do anything that you didn’t want to do,’ he told me seriously. ‘Would you be comfortable wearing these?’
I stared at him gratefully – not just for the clothes, but for all the complimentary things he’d just said about my body. Not knowing how to express it, I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. He hugged me back, one of his hands cradling my head.
‘Thanks,’ I whispered into his chest.
He tilted my head up for a kiss, then placed the clothes in my hands and left the room with a smile. Facing the mirror again, I studied myself before getting dressed, trying to see what he saw. Maybe I had always been too focused on the parts of my body I hated. I didn’t have the trim figure that my sisters had, but I did have a proportional shape. Slipping on the tank top and panties, I inspected my reflection again, something I never did unless fully dressed. The tank had a shelf bra, which really did nothing to support my breasts, but it hugged my body nicely, accentuating the indentation of my waist. Turning slightly, I saw the cut of the panties gave enough coverage but still looked cute.
I noticed my thighs jiggle a little as I moved and made a face, then forced myself to shrug it off. This was my body, after all – a woman’s body. There was likely always going to be some extra flab but there were good parts, too.
Feeling somewhat empowered, I returned to the living room where Nick was reclined on the couch. His eyes lit up when he saw me but he didn’t comment on what I was wearing. I watched him closely, though. His gaze met my eyes and held them as I walked toward him. He held out an arm and I snuggled against him.
‘Telly?’ he asked, holding up the remote.
‘Sure,’ I replied with a happy sigh.
His arm was around my waist, mindlessly toying with the hem of my top. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his body around mine, his words echoing in my head, thinking how lucky I was to be with him.
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I half-listened to the boisterous conversation around me, focusing on the door of the bar. When my friends suggested going out for drinks to celebrate my birthday, I had readily agreed. Nick had been gone all week for a business trip and I knew, without Gwen teasing me, that I had been moping and antsy since he left. He had surprised me by rearranging his meetings and was coming back a day early. I realized belatedly that seeing him for the first time in several days in a public place was not a smart idea, considering all I could think about was tearing off his clothes.
I straightened up and leaned slightly to keep an eye on the door as the bar filled with people. I was crowding into Maitri and she elbowed me, grinning.
‘Sorry,’ I said, blushing.
‘You’ve got it bad,’ she teased.
I nodded, smiling. It was pointless to disagree. I grabbed my phone impatiently and texted Nick.
Where are you?
I could almost hear his deep chuckle when I read his reply.
About ten steps away.
My heart leapt. ‘Be right back,’ I said quickly to the table, and rushed outside.
I whipped my head around and saw him in time to see that gorgeous smile spread across his face when he spotted me. Without thinking I sped to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hugged me back with such force that my feet came off the ground. Kissing my cheek, he lowered me to my feet, chuckling.
‘Good to see you, too,’ he said, tweaking my curls.
‘Thanks for coming back early,’ I said a little shyly, hoping I hadn’t made him uncomfortable.
He took my hand, squeezing lightly. ‘My pleasure.’
‘Where are your bags?’ I asked, assuming he had come straight from the airport since he was still wearing a suit.
His smile faltered. ‘Ah, I left them with the front desk at your building. I hope you don’t mind,’ he said quickly. ‘I didn’t want to take the time to go all the way to my flat.’
‘No, not at all! Of course,’ I said happily. I hesitated before continuing. ‘Actually, Gwen’s staying at Matt’s tonight…if you wanted to stay over.’
I looked at him through my lashes.
His eyebrows lifted. ‘Oh? So that’s working out, then?’ he commented as we walked toward the bar.
Gwen had been seeing a law school student for a few weeks now, the four of us had been out together a couple of times. Nick and I were both entertained by their completely disparate personalities. Their conversations seemed to consist of mainly good-natured debates and bickering.
‘Somehow,’ I said, grinning. I stopped to face him. ‘Will you stay tonight?’ I said softly.
He cupped my cheek and gave me a gentle kiss. I stopped breathing for a second.
‘I would love to, darling,’ he murmured against my lips.
I smiled brightly at him. Inside, he greeted Gwen and Matt, and I introduced him to Ian and Mai and the few other co-workers who had joined us. I was so thrilled to have him there that it didn’t occur to me to be nervous about them all meeting each other. Everyone kept buying me drinks, all of us chatting and laughing loudly. At some point I noticed that Nick had been rather quiet, still friendly but not participating much. Thinking he must be tired after his trip, I suggested we call it a night. I had taken the next day off but everyone else had to get up early.
‘Are you tired?’ I asked him as we walked to my apartment.
‘Hm? Oh, not particularly.’
I tried unsuccessfully to read his face. He looked pensive and distracted.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’
He looked at me in mild surprise.
‘You seem like something is bothering you,’ I said slowly.
Slipping an arm around my waist, he pulled me to his side as we walked.
‘Sorry, darling, I’m fine.’
I didn’t believe him, but remained silent until we got home. I poured us some wine and studied him as we sat on the couch. I nudged his leg with my foot, waiting for him to look at me.
‘Did something happen on your trip?’ I asked, concerned.
He took my hand, shaking his head and smiling. Stifling a sigh, I put down my glass and took his, setting it on the coffee table. I swung my legs onto his lap and slid my arms around his neck.
‘Talk to me,’ I said firmly.
He looked into my eyes searchingly, his hand resting on my cheek. My brow wrinkled as I watched him, growing worried. He smiled apologetically and smoothed my brow with his fingers.
‘Sorry, love,’ he murmured.
I kept watching him expectantly and he let out a small sigh.
‘Your friend – Ian?’
I tilted my head questioningly. ‘What about Ian?’
‘He…well, what is it between you?’ he asked quietly.
‘Between us?’ I repeated. ‘We’re co-workers, friends.’ My confusion grew, he knew who Ian was. ‘Why?’
His lips twisted in a wry smile. ‘He thinks of you as more than a friend.’
My head jerked back. ‘No, he doesn’t.’
‘He does.’ Nick nodded.
I didn’t agree, but I also didn’t want to waste time arguing the point.
‘Well, so what if he does?’ I said briskly.
Nick looked at me plaintively.
‘Why does that upset you?’ I asked, flabbergasted. ‘You’re not jealous,’ I stated.
‘Bloody right I’m jealous,’ Nick said, startling me with a harsh laugh.
He caught my surprised expression and hugged me to him. Cupping my face, he stared at me for several moments while I watched him, trying to understand his expression.
‘I don’t want to stand in your way, pet,’ he said finally.
‘Stand in my way?’ I said loudly. ‘What does that mean?’
Swinging my legs to the floor, I gripped the edge of the couch cushion. The thought that popped into my mind made my stomach twist into a knot.
‘Are you
saying – do you see other women?’ I whispered.
We had never discussed being exclusive. It was something I just assumed, and we saw each other almost every day so really, when would he have the time. But, I reminded myself, he had just been gone for five days, on his own in Boston. I knew he traveled there for work frequently. Maybe he had someone there…
‘No,’ Nick said adamantly, interrupting my thoughts. ‘I haven’t dated anyone since you and I…well, since long before you moved to New York, actually. I’m not interested in meeting anyone else.’
Relief flooded through me though I was still confused.
‘Then what’s this about?’ I asked, exasperated, tucking a leg under me and facing him.
‘I just – if you met someone your own age, I wouldn’t want you to use me as a reason not to be with them,’ he told me sadly.
I let out a loud sigh. My own age. For fuck’s sake.
‘You know, you’re not some kind of seat filler for me,’ I said angrily, my words coming without thinking. ‘You’re the one I want to be with. End of story.’
He looked startled, but pleased.
‘But – why?’ he asked haltingly.
It was my turn to look startled. ‘Are you serious?’ I asked in disbelief. ‘You’re – gorgeous,’ I breathed. ‘You’re smart – you’re…worldly, I don’t know what it is about you, but – Christ, you’re a catch. And I like being with you. I like how you make me feel, and not just when we’re in bed. You make me happy,’ I finished simply.
I dropped back against the couch, crossing my arms over my chest. My frustration with this discussion – with his fixation on our age difference – had squashed all my shyness. I heard my words and resisted the urge to roll my eyes, trying not to dwell on the fact that I had basically just gushed about him to his face.
‘What I don’t get is what you see in me,’ I muttered, mostly to myself.
I felt my cheeks grow warm and pressed my lips together to prevent any further idiotic comments from escaping me. Nick gave a small gasp and I glanced his way to see him looking astonished. He pulled me into his arms.
‘Darling, you underestimate yourself,’ he told me, his voice rich and soothing. ‘You’re beautiful and witty, so sexy and intelligent…I feel so lucky.’
I closed my eyes, feeling a pressure behind my eyes that warned tears were approaching. He brushed his lips against my temple and pulled away slightly to look at me.
‘I’ve just worried that you could be missing out on experiences a young woman should be having while stuck with an old man -‘
I narrowed my eyes. ‘You’re not an old man, for crying out loud. There’s not that many years between us and I don’t even think about your age, anyway. I wish you didn’t.’
‘I promise I’ll try.’ He stroked my brow, holding my eyes. He sighed again. ‘I’m sorry for spoiling your birthday with this…’
I shrugged. Despite my irritation at his lingering discomfort about our age difference, I was actually glad it came up, glad that I’d had the chance to tell him how I felt about him and hear him respond favorably. If nothing else, I was immensely happy to hear he wasn’t seeing anyone else. Our conversation tonight hadn’t applied a specific label to what we had, but at least now he knew how I felt. And if I were being honest with myself, I was relieved that he didn’t seem to view me as a fling.
‘You didn’t spoil anything,’ I told him, pressing my lips to his.
I rested my forehead against his, stroking his face and running my fingers through his hair. He began stroking my back insistently, our eyes locked.
‘Now, take me to bed,’ I ordered.
He grinned, a combination of delight and lust shining from his eyes. He scooped me up and carried me to my room.
Much later, he left me naked and sprawled amongst my sheets, drifting off into sleep. When he slipped in next to me, I turned to him automatically, our legs tangling together. I felt him place something on my hip and opened my eyes to see a small jeweler’s box resting there. I looked at him in surprise.
‘Happy birthday,’ he said with a shy smile.
I sat up excitedly, my fatigue disappearing, and he chuckled. Snapping open the box with shaking fingers, I found a beautiful citrine briolette attached to a silver chain. I gasped, tears springing to my eyes. Most people thought the November birthstone was a disappointment compared to the others, but orange was one of my favorite colors, and this stone was vibrant and stunning. Whispering my thanks, I tried to remove the chain, my fingers fumbling. Nick took the box from me and drew the necklace out, holding it up for a moment before placing it around my neck. My fingers touched the pendant while he fastened it, giving the back of my neck a kiss once he’d done the clasp.
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