For Nicky (18 page)

As I lay Libby down on her bed, I’m mesmerized by her beauty. Several months ago, I only knew this woman from what Nicky told me, and now I’m head over heels in love with her.  Libby’s eyes are calling me like a siren calls ships to rocks. Her dark hair is spilling from its
updo and is spread all around her. She is so fucking perfect, I have no thoughts other than getting my hands and mouth back on her gorgeous body. I don’t know if we’re going to have sex tonight and that’s ok, but I have to see this woman, my Libby, come apart again. I slide those flannel pajama bottoms down her legs and almost come in my boxers when I see that lacey black thong. My head feels faint as I drag her thong down to expose her. “God, Libby, I want my mouth on you.” I see apprehension in her eyes, but I also see love and trust and a hint of that sex kitten I know is in there, so she gives a little nod. I kiss her inner thighs and then my mouth is on her. Libby almost comes off the bed. I push her hips down with one hand while my tongue travels over her. As my tongue and lips continue to work, I add a finger and groan at how tight she is. I can tell that Libby isn’t going to last much longer. The sweet sounds coming from her are the hottest things I’ve ever heard, and I’m right there to hold her as she shatters.

I cuddle up to Libby on the bed, but once she recovers, she stands up and has me sit on the bed. She removes my shirt, kisses my chest, and runs a timid finger over my nipples. She pushes me to lay back and dots kisses all along my torso, dipping her tongue in my belly button. “Nate, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want to taste you too.  Can I?” Libby sweetly asks me.

“Libby, sweetheart, you can do anything you want to do to me.” Her pretty little hands shake as they unbutton my jeans. She slides my pants down. My boxer briefs are massively tented as Maverick strains to meet her. She licks her pretty pink lips and chuckles nervously.

“Libby, baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I say this to her, but my mind and Maverick
are screaming at me to shut the fuck up and just let her do it.

“No, Nate, I want to. I just don’t know where to start!” she says with a giggle. I help her out by yanking my boxers down and kicking them toward the corner. I almost pass out as her soft fingers grasp my length and move up and down.

“Can I taste you, Nate?”

Sweet
baby Jesus, yes, please. I strangle out a “yes” and watch as her sweet tongue flicks over me.

“Show me how to touch you, Nate.”

I form her hand around me and guide her hand up and down. Libby finds a rhythm then adds that perfect mouth. She’s timid, but with each stroke she takes me deeper. I watch her gorgeous head bob up and down as my length plays hide and seek in and out of her mouth.  The tingly tight feeling starts and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Libby, baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth so you need to stop. Libby, shit, please stop or I’m not going to be able to keep it together. Shit, Libby.” Libby looked those perfect eyes up at me with a nod of ascent, and I felt myself let go in her mouth with a groan.

Damn, I didn’t want to do that, but it felt so good. Libby had a bit of a panicked look on her face and I realized she wasn’t going to be a swallower. “Go rinse and spit, baby!” I said with a chuckle. She dashed to the bathroom and I heard the water running. Even during such intimate times, my girl keeps me smiling.

When she returned, I pulled the covers down and we climbed in. I pulled her backside up against me and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck and whispered, “Best.
Night. Ever. I love you, Libby.” She wiggled her bottom against me and giggled, “The night’s not over yet, Nathaniel. I may have more I want to explore.” See, secret sex kitten I tell ya.

I realize that after two orgasms of my own, learning how to give a blow job, and deciding between spit and swallow, I should be exhausted.  But we’ve been asleep for a couple hours, and I’m awake now, and I want more Nate.  I’m snuggled up with a gorgeous, perfect man who LOVES ME, and I love him more than I ever thought I could.  He is the man I want to share this with.  I’m scared I’ll pale in comparison to his other partners, but I want to experience all that Nate and I can be.

“Nate, are you awake?” A low sound like the cross between a growl and a chuckle rumbles behind me and Nate’s sleepy voice rasps, “Yes, baby, your bottom grinding up against me tends to wake me up. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I roll over so I can look into the endless blue of his eyes.

“I want you to make love to me, Nate.” I have never been so sure of my words before in my life.

Nate brings a hand up to sweep hair from my face.   “Libby, are you sure? I want nothing more than to love on you, but I want you to be sure. I’m not going anywhere, baby. We can wait.”

I lean forward to kiss him and reach down to run my hand along his length, which has already taken great interest in this conversation. “I’ve never been more positive of anything, Nate. Please love me.”

Libby is my one true love. There is no chance that I will ever love anyone else. I want nothing more than to share this moment with her. I’m scared shitless that I’ll screw it up, or it won’t be good for her (let’s face it, even if it’s bad, it will still be good for me). I’m determined to love her long and slow. I want this to be perfect for her. She must notice my apprehension; she holds my face in her hands, “Nate, we love each other. Our love making can’t be anything but special because it’s OURS. Now, love me, Nate Morgan.” And, with those words, I fall in love with my Libby a shit ton more.

In my fantasies, one day, Nate will take me hard and fast.
Against doors, on all fours, me on top, in the shower, etc. But, since we’re just getting warmed up, tonight I need our first time to be slow and gentle. I know it may be painful and awkward since it’s been so long for me, but that just means we’ll have to practice a lot to perfect it. Since we’re both still naked from earlier, Nick grabs me up in his arms and kisses me until I can barely catch my breath.  The love I feel between the two of us is thick and hot and glorious.

“Libby, I want this to be good, and I hate the thought of hurting you.” Nate, the man who has been with more women than he can count or remember and more women than I ever want to think about again, looks positively scared to death to take this next step with me. His hand travels down my body and finds my wet center. His eyes close as he continues to touch me and his mouth seeks out a nipple. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on than I already was, but I was clearly wrong. My body feels ramped into overdrive, all pistons firing,
anxiously anticipating Nate’s next move. His mouth travels to my neck and his breath is hot on me as he whispers, “I just want this to be perfect for you because I love you so much.” Nate grabs a condom that I hadn’t even noticed he’d laid on the nightstand. He rips it open with his teeth and I watch in awestruck wonder at the beauty of him as he rolls it down his length and he kneels between my legs.

“Nate, it will be good because we’re together, you love me, and I know you’d never purposely hurt me.  Plus, what I have to compare it to guarantees it will be fabulous. Love me, please. I want this. I want you.” Nate’s warmth engulfs me as he takes his place between my legs. With the weight of his hot body on mine, I let my legs fall to the side, giving him more room.

“Libby-girl, this may not be a ‘first’ but I want it to be a ‘last’.  I love you, baby. Ready?” At my nod, Nate leans in and captures my lips with his as he fills me in one smooth thrust. I moan at this new fullness. I stop for a slight moment and savor the complete rightness of having Nate inside me. His arms, as he holds himself up, begin to shake and I thrust my hips up slightly to meet his. With that movement, Nate relaxes and begins to move. We find a glorious rhythm and I revel in Nate’s whispers at my ear and his kisses on my neck.

Before Nate, sex was an expected practice in which I found no pleasure, only contempt and hurt and loss. With Nate, I’m transported, as if I’m flying, to another world. Nate’s body above me, his arms surrounding me, the heat flowing from us, the sounds of our bodies moving together, the friction of our sweat-slicked skin. In this new world, everything is better, and I never want to leave. As long as Nate is by my side, I’ll stay here forever.

We ride out our releases together and Nate collapses on top of me with a thorough kiss. “That was awesome, Lib, but I definitely think we should try to get in as much practice as possible.”

Mmmmm
, me too. I shivered at the chill I felt when Nate left me. We stumbled to the bathroom where we both cleaned up and then we climbed back into bed. “You were right, Nate. Best. Night. Ever.”

I am totally fucked. I have no hope or desire to ever love anyone else. I want nothing more than to spend my life with this woman I’m holding in my arms. I may be jumping the gun a bit here, but I’m thinking my mom may get me married off and making babies sooner than I would have ever believed before I met Libby.  My wandering mind comes back and I pull Libby closer to me, I never want to leave this bed.  However, it is Sunday, and I know our parents will be at church along with half of Torey Hope.  Since I’m feeling all smiley and possessive and I want to show my girl off, I whisper in Libby’s ear, “Hey, sweetness, what do you say we get up and get ready for church? I want to walk in holding your hand so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Libby moans and grumbles, but smiles slightly, “You want to show me off, huh? Well, when you put it that way, I guess I could get ready. However, if I’m looking at the time correctly, we have more than enough time to get some practice in before we shower.”

That’s my girl. “Have I created my own little sex kitten, Libby? You have something in particular in mind for our practice session?”

Libby blushed, but looked me in the eyes and said, “I want to be on top if that’s alright.”

“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” I grinned at her.  I had to chuckle when Libby stated that we both had to brush our teeth first, but my sense of humor faded into desire as I watched us standing in front of the mirror, totally naked, brushing our teeth. Libby’s hair was all kinds of sexy messed up, her eyes sleepy but anxious, her lips swollen from all of our kisses. I’m prolonging my normal brushing routine to watch her perfect body as she brushes her teeth, and I take in her gorgeous curves.  I notice her eyes taking me in, too, and I feel Maverick twitch and start to wake up. We quickly finish our teeth and race back to bed.

“This is all you, Libby, I’m letting you set the pace here. You take whatever you want.” I laid down and let Libby crawl up over me. Our kisses started minty and sweet, but as our hands roamed over each other they turned sexy and steamy. Libby nipped at my lips and soothed the sting with her tongue as she reached down to grasp me in her hot little hand. She reached over to grab another condom and almost expertly rolled it down my length. Once finished, she moved to straddle me again. She raised herself over me and sank down on a moan. Libby on top of me had to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. No other sexual experience could have ever prepared me for this moment. The feel of our skin together, the look of ecstasy on Libby’s face as she closed her eyes and savored the moment. I couldn’t take it, I needed her under me. A quick flip, a gasp of surprise from Libby, and we were in a much better position, in my opinion. I don’t think Libby had any complaints either as the sound of her moaning my name filled the room.

We washed each other in the shower, but no more sex because I was super sore and we were now running late. Luckily, our church is casual and Nate had some jeans and a decent shirt in his Jeep. While I got ready, Nate made us bagels and juice and added a side of ibuprofen to mine.  What a sweet man.

I settled on a denim dress with a belted waist and a pair of boots. I did a quick makeup job and let my hair air dry. I was happy to be walking into church with Nate. But my face flushed every time I thought about our activities of last night. And this morning. I hoped that no one noticed my red cheeks. Nate held my hand and leaned into whisper into my ear more than once. His arm around me during the service felt natural and perfect and safe. I couldn’t help but notice Nicky kept looking at us with his signature big grin. Cindy Morgan was a little less obvious, but I caught her beaming at us throughout the service. I think Nicky and Cindy were almost as happy as Nate and me.

Our appearance, together, at church was well-received, and I felt as proud as a peacock having Libby next to me and holding her hand. She came to lunch with my family, but I think it was almost more for Nicky than for me. I thought my brother’s face was going to split in two from his huge smile. Either that or he was going to bounce away in excitement. I love Libby and how well she fits right into my family. She’s so perfect with Nicky. I think my mom was almost in tears watching the three of us during lunch.

I was on my way back from the restroom when I stopped to take in the picture in front of me. Nicky and Libby were seated side-by-side, heads together, giggling like little kids. I have no clue what they were talking about or what made them laugh, but it was as close to perfect as I could have ever imagined. The very first love of my life, my brother, laughing and having fun and being loved by the greatest love of my life. Libby and Nick looked up at me, eyes sparkling, and the love I saw pouring from those two faces was almost more than I could stand.

As I dropped Libby off at her apartment, I asked if she wanted to get together tomorrow after work. “Audrey and I have a therapy session
tomorrow, can you pick me up at her house?”

“Sure thing, is 6:00 okay?” Libby said 6:00 was fine then leaned in and kissed me.  “Thank you, Nate, for everything. This has been the best weekend; you made it absolutely truly perfect. I’m looking forward to many, many more.”

“Libby, this was just the first of many, many weekends and time spent together. If I have my way, we will have an infinite number of weekends together. I just hope painting and coaching keeps me busy tomorrow so I don’t spend the whole day thinking about kissing you!” With a final kiss, Libby walked her sweet little butt into her apartment.