101 EROTICA STORIES (5 page)

“I am so sorry,” he said again. “I really didn’t mean to. I was still half asleep and I didn’t hear the water running so –”

“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice soft. “It was an accident.”

With a change of clothes in one hand and the towel held in place by the other, she walked towards the bathroom again. Nicholas stepped over to one side to let her through, only for her to move the same direction, and again when he moved the other way. Nervous chuckles bubbled up from their throats as they stared awkwardly at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Even that proved disastrous however, when they ended up going forward at the same time and colliding, making Carissa drop her clothes and the towel.

“Fuck.”

That one word, uttered in the harshest of whispers, had him breaking out in laughter, causing a bit of annoyance to show in her features as she tried to lean down to pick up the towel and cover up.

“I’m sorry,” he said in between laughs. “It’s just that, I think that’s the first time I ever heard you curse out.”

“I’m so glad you find my embarrassment so funny,” she huffed.

His expression softened. It wasn’t his intention to make her feel that way at all. “Don’t be,” he said softly, placing a hand on top of where hers clutched the knot of the towel against her chest. “You look beautiful.”

She swallowed thickly as the warmth of his hand seeped into hers. Her heart started to beat faster when she thought of how easily he could rip the towel away from her body and expose herself to his gaze once again.

“You have no idea, do you?”

Carissa returned his intense gaze, wide eyed and curious as to what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

Wordlessly, Nicholas walked backwards into the bathroom, tugging her along with him. He moved to get behind her, gently pushing at the small of her back to have her stand in front of the mirror. He rested his hands on top of her shoulders and told her to look in the mirror and tell him what she sees.

“Nick, what are you –”

“I’ll tell you what I see,” he interrupted. “I see a young woman who has absolutely no idea just how beautiful she is. She can walk into a room and have every guy following her every move, stripping her naked with their eyes. There’s no need for you to be shy.”

“You’re only saying that so I’d stop feeling embarrassed,” she said meekly. “Thanks, but I know I’m no beauty queen.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Did you know that you move when you sleep? How about the part where you like to cuddle?”

“What?”

“It’s why I can’t sleep,” he said with a shrug. “To feel you pressed up against me like that, thinking of how you looked in that dress you wore to the dinner on our first night here, you have no idea how difficult it is.”

Carissa stood silent, eyes wide as she watched his face in the mirror, finding no hint of a joke at all. She gasped when he stepped even closer to her, forcing her body to move forward against the sink as his erection pressed against her back.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered against her ear. “That’s what you do.”

Her jaw fell slack at what he was insinuating, cheeks reddening when his eyes gazed intently at her reflection.

His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled the fruity scent of her shampoo. He could barely hang on to his control any longer, wanting to do so much more than just standing in front of the mirror with their bodies pressed together. And she hasn’t pushed me away yet. The thought had him smirking, wanting to see just how far he could take things.

Nicholas rolled his hips, grinding his erection against her round ass, earning a small gasp from her. “You have no idea how hard it is to sleep at night with you wrapped around me and having to deal with thoughts of you running around my head,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers through the reflection. “I kept imagining how full your tits really are while I felt them pressed against my side, how good your legs would feel wrapped around my waist as you threw one over mine. And then here we are. I walk in on you completely naked and I have to say that the real thing is much better than I could have ever imagined.”

“You should have told me,” she said weakly. “You should have pushed me away if you were uncomfortable.”

“There are worse ways to suffer,” he replied. “Just like having to deal with wanting to fuck you so bad.”

Even without looking at the mirror, Carissa knew that her face was red as a tomato, her so-called innocence kicking in. She couldn’t really believe that he could think of her that way, always thinking that he thought of her as nothing but a friend or maybe even a little sister. But no, there he was, not only looking at her like she was some piece of meat to be devoured but also grinding his hard cock against her ass.

“Will you let me show you how beautiful you are?”

“What?” she asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

Instead of replying, Nicholas tugged at the towel, her loose hold on the terry cloth allowing for it to fall to the floor easily. His hands travelled up to her chest, cupping her breasts, eliciting her moans as he fondled them. “Look at you,” he said into her ear. “You look so sexy.”

Carissa looked at her reflection through half-lidded eyes, an ache growing between her legs at the image they made. As if sensing her thoughts, one of his hands left her chest and moved further south, his soft touch leaving a fiery trail on her skin. She gasped when his fingers played between her folds, tracing her slit to spread her essence.

He moaned when he felt just how wet she had gotten, his cock twitching in his shorts as he thought of how slick she would feel around him. He inserted a finger into her entrance, testing how tight her channel was.

She threw her head back against his chest at the intrusion, completely succumbing to him. Her mind was telling her to push him away but her body betrayed her, his caresses feeling too good to make him stop. His ministrations had her body writhing against his, his cock growing painfully hard at the friction she was creating.

“You like that?” he asked, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear.

All she could do was nod in response, no coherent thoughts forming as his finger started pumping faster into her. She whimpered when a second finger joined the first, her walls stretching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling her tightness.

It had been a while since the last time she had sex, and even then, her partner wasn’t exactly blessed. She knew she was tight. And now, so did he.

“Nick, please,” she pleaded.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked teasingly. “Come on, tell me.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

He growled at her words. He had originally found it amusing to hear the word “fuck” come out of her mouth, thinking how wrong it was when paired with her innocent image. But now, he was finding it a huge turn on that such a foul word had come from her pretty little mouth.

The thought spurred him on, pulling his fingers out of her and quickly pushing his shorts down his hips. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off completely before taking his cock in one hand, spreading her sex all over the shaft. Wrapping one hand around the base, he teased her opening with the blunt tip. “You sure you want this?” he asked, giving her one last chance to make him stop.

“I want you to fuck me, Nick,” she said gruffly. “Fuck me now.”

The urgency in her voice had him surging into her with one quick thrust, his groans of pleasure drowning out her gasps of pain. He stilled and kept his eyes on her reflection, waiting until she appeared comfortable enough. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, his hands travelling up and down her sides in an effort to make her feel more relaxed. It wasn’t until she started grinding her ass against his hips that he started to move. He kept a slow and steady pace for both their sakes. Hers so she wouldn’t hurt. His so he wouldn’t reach his undoing before giving her any pleasure.

All the while he kept his eyes on the image they made in the mirror. “Take a good look at what we’re doing, baby,” he told her.

Carissa raised her head to face the mirror, watching herself get fucked. Nicholas leaned down and whispered more words into her ear – from how beautiful she looked to how soft her skin was to how she felt around him to whatever else he wanted to do to her. Each word that came from his mouth brought her to a new level of stimulation, and even some curiosity.

“I wanna see you make me cum,” she confessed. “I wanna see what we look like.”

The smirk he sent her way had her shivering. He gripped her hips firmly in his hands, telling her to hold tight. She pressed her palms flat against the counter, anticipating his next move.

Nicholas pulled back, only the tip of his cock staying inside her, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt. Carissa whimpered as pain shot up her spine, but unlike earlier, wasn’t given any reprieve as he kept pounding into her with the same force and at a faster pace.

The pain didn’t linger for long however, with each stroke bringing her closer to pleasure. He could feel her walls start to get tighter, telling him that she was close to her climax. One hand left her hip and moved towards her clit, his fingers pressing hard circles against the sensitive nub. His continued assault had her hurtling into release in no time, a scream bubbling through her throat as the first waves of her orgasm hit.

“Shit,” he ground out as her walls clamped down hard around his cock, forcing him to slow his pace down before pulling out completely.

She could feel her legs start to give, only for him to sweep her off her feet and into his arms. Nicholas carried her bridal style into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed, her hair splaying across the mattress. Carissa’s eyes filled with greater lust as she watched him hastily discard his shirt, her gaze drawn to how his muscles rippled as he walked over to her. She reached her arms up when he got close enough, pulling his frame down to her body. Her head tilted up, clearly asking for a kiss that he didn’t hesitate to give. His tongue delved between her parted lips, greedily gathering her taste into his mouth.

She gasped for air when they finally broke apart, but his assault with his lips didn’t stop as he trailed a path down the length of her neck. Her nails raked down his back when he bit down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. His lips ventured further south, tongue darting out to lick at her skin.

He took her breasts in his hands, pushing them together before his mouth closed on one nipple, suckling on the hardened peak. Her hands travelled to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he repeated his actions on the other breast. She wanted to pull him back up and have his mouth on hers, but the pleasure he was giving her was too good to have him stop.

Her breath hitched when he started moving down her body again, earning a chuckle from him. “No one’s done this to you, huh?” he asked, a smug smile on his lips. She shook her head and bit down on her lip nervously as he settled between her thighs. “Relax, baby,” he said soothingly. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Oh god,” she said breathily at the first languid lick of his tongue against her slit.