by Lex Cole
I tell him I'm an only child and being an early elementary teacher was the only thing I ever wanted to be. Though I love kindergarten, it wasn't my first choice in teaching. I wanted a spot with the four-year-old's, but Chesabay Pines only has a few openings for preschool every few years or so, if you're lucky. But now I can't imagine not teaching my little kinders.
“So what does a twenty-four-year-old kindergarten teacher do for fun on the weekends?” He asks me as we come to a stop near a beautiful, large tree.
I smile and crook my finger at him to lower his head since he's so much taller than me.
“She undresses, puts on her most comfortable pair of pajamas, piles up in her recliner and grades papers and lesson plans while watching Netflix all night long,” I whisper seductively into his ear. His laugh is loud, deep, and contagious.
I stare up at him through tear-blurred eyes while we each catch our breath. I'm completely absorbed in this man. His laugh fades but his eyes remain on me. He strokes my cheek and my breath catches in my throat. I love how a simple touch from him sets me on fire.
Nash tilts my chin up and runs his thumb along my bottom lip as he looks down at me. “God, you're beautiful.”
Feeling emboldened, I dart my tongue out swiping over my lip. He sucks in a breath and I finally feel like we might be on equal grounds now. I watch his eyes darken, thanks to the bright moonlight, a second before his lips crash down on mine.
I've been kissed enough in my life to know that this is different. From the way he kisses me, to how it makes me feel. Nash brings me alive with each stroke of his tongue and the way he holds me still, taking from me, but giving back so much more. My heart is full to bursting and I only want to take him back home so he can make good on his previous promises.
I grip his dark hair tighter, not knowing exactly when I threaded my fingers through his locks. “Nash,” I whimper.
He pulls away, but not entirely. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he says, his lips running over mine with each word spoken.
“Take me home,” I whisper.
We walk in silence at a pace one step below speed walking. The moment I unlock my door and walk in, I'm hyperaware of everything. The tension surrounding us, how fast my heart is beating, how damp my panties are, the sound of the lock turning into place, and the heat of his body at my back.
His fingertips run along the overly heated skin of my neck to move my hair aside. Blood whooshes in my ears and my breathing picks up. When his lips land on my skin, goosebumps rise, and those butterflies from earlier today make their way back into my belly. The best feeling makes it’s way between my legs, no doubt drenching my underwear.
He kisses a slow path up the side of my neck to my ear, where he sucks the skin below it. My eyes roll back and a moan escapes me. I'm beyond turned on by the time he ever so slowly slides his hand up to my breast, taking it in his large hand. He squeezes me over the fabric of my sweater and bra. It feels good, but it's not enough. I press into him and he lets out a groan in my ear.
“Fuck. Aspen, you've got me harder than I've ever been, baby,” he says, his voice husky with need. He runs his other hand across my stomach, holding me, and says, “take me to your bed, sweetheart.”
I shiver at his words. And I can think of nothing I would rather do. I turn to face him, his eyes dark and serious, my heart races and adrenaline flows through my bloodstream. Lacing my fingers through his, I take him into my room where he flicks the light on. My nerves ratchet up a level and I swallow.
“Is this okay?” He asks motioning to the lights.
I nod even though it makes me feel nervous. I'm comfortable in my skin, but very shy about my naked body in front of another person. I take a deep breath and try not to let it show.
He takes my lips in a bruising kiss and it's so good, so right. I might as well be floating for how free I feel. Nash's hands grip my sweater, and it's not long before he's lifting it over my head. I kick my boots off, making me about two inches shorter, and gaze up at him.
Nash's eyes are full of something like awe as he looks down at me. Sliding his fingers into my hair, he tugs gently, exposing my neck to him before descending upon it. He hungrily sucks and licks me, nipping at my earlobe until I'm moaning again.
He lays me down on the bed his eyes on mine as he whips his shirt over his head, leaving him with nothing but smooth skin and tight abs. I swallow hard at the sight of him shirtless. “This is better than my imagination,” I whisper.
“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles.
I didn't mean to say the words aloud, but oh well. I don't want to wait on him to take his time and tease me further. I grab hold of the waistband of my leggings and shove them down my legs, kicking them off. I'm left in my sky blue lace push-up bra and black boy shorts.
“In a hurry, sexy girl?” He asks me and I nod.
He shrugs and drops his jeans, discarding them in our growing pile of clothes before crawling on the bed overtop me. He hovers above me, staring down.
“You're something, you know that?” He says. I don't really know what he means by that, only that this, this thing we have is something. "You make me feel things. Shit, I never could have dreamed I'd ever feel. I barely know you and can think of nothing, but being with you. Making you mine for the rest of our lives.”
His words shock me, but I know exactly what he means. “I feel it too. It's strange, but it's good. So good, Nash,” I admit.
He gives me a devilish smirk before removing my bra, freeing my large breasts. He curses once he gets his hands on them. Then his mouth is sucking and biting, licking over the spots, soothing my skin. His rough hand slides slowly between us and into my cotton underwear to stroke my tender flesh.
“Oh, damn, Aspen. You're dripping, baby. God,” he groans. “You're fucking drenched. So hot and ready for me,” he says as he probes my entrance with his thick fingers. Once he slides them into me, I moan long and low at the delicious feel of his intrusion.
I haven't been with anyone in over two years, not since I moved back home to Chesabay which ended my three-year relationship with my college boyfriend. Maybe that's why I feel so much with Nash. He's the first guy to show me much in the way of attention in years. But even as I think it, I know it's not the truth. The fact is, I feel something with Nash that I never felt with my other boyfriends. I know I'm in love with him and it's wild to think of it as love at first sight, but that's sure what it feels like.
When Nash curls his fingers inside me, I squeeze my eyes tight at the intense feeling he's bringing out.
“Oh, god. Nash, that feels... so good,” I say, breathily.
He withdraws his fingers and I miss the feeling almost immediately. I open my eyes to the feel of him removing my panties. My eyes catch sight of him bare. His erection bobbing as he fishes a condom from his pocket. Instantly I realize I forgot to tell him I'm allergic to latex.
“Nash,” he looks up at me, as he goes to open the foil packet.
“Everything okay? Did you change your mind,” he asks, his voice full of lust.
“No. No, I just forgot to tell you I'm allergic,” I say, nodding toward the condom he holds in his hands.
“Oh. Well, shit,” he says, gripping his erection as if to ease the ache.
“I'm clean,” I say and his eyes burn into mine.
I've never had sex without a condom. Not once. I grew up with a family that made it loud and clear that using protection was one of the most important things to do. And I've always been a good girl, so I always abided by that. I've only been with a handful of guys so it hasn't ever been a problem. I usually tell him prior to things getting this far about my allergic reactions. I guess it just slipped my mind because I wasn't expecting to sleep with Nash tonight. But now that we're here I can't imagine not giving myself to him.
I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. “Fuck. Are you sure, Aspen?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He climbs onto the bed, tossing the unopened condom in the direction o
f the trash, and positions himself between my legs, opening them wider to accommodate his frame. “I don't fuck without condoms, Aspen,” he says, the head of his erection poised at my entrance.
Before I have a chance to consider what he said, his hips jerk forward, and he enters me fully with a single thrust, stretching me beyond belief. I arch up from the bed and he bends over me, pressing his lips to my neck before making way to my mouth. He kisses me softly, passionately. Almost lovingly, while he moves himself within my body.
I know that after tonight, there is no way I'll ever be the same.
Nash
I've never fucked a girl without a condom. I just don't do it. It takes a matter of seconds to wrap your dick, there's no excuse, until she’s lying naked before you telling you she's allergic then gives you permission to fuck her bareback. I weighed the consequences for mere seconds before I couldn’t handle it. I mean, hell, I had a stunning girl laid out before me giving me the go, and if I happened to knock her up, well, it's bound to happen, eventually.
It's safe to say that my brain took the damn night off, and my sole focus is on her and my throbbing cock.
The second I thrust into her body, I know without a doubt that this is it. I'm done for. If I was questioning it before, I know now — she's it for me. This feels too right. Too perfect.
Aspen Russell is mine and I intend to make sure she knows it.
I kiss her sweetly while slowly pumping my cock into her tight body. She pulls her lips from mine to suck in a deep breath before letting out a loud moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Christ, baby. I'm so worked up, there's no way I'll last,” I groan, sliding in and out of her a little faster now. “You feel so fucking good. So damn perfect, Aspen,” I tell her, hooking her leg over the bend of my arm, while holding myself up with my other. I thrust hard and fast into her slick pussy.
“Oh, Nash, this is incredible. Oh, god. Please, Nash,” she whines, her voice breathy.
“Fucking hell,” I growl. I'm hanging on by a fucking thread here. My dick is painfully hard and I'm ready to blow my load in her tight pussy, but she needs to get hers first. “I'm so fucking close, sweetheart. Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come, while I fuck you,” I demand, losing my composure.
She surprises the hell out of me by not getting shy, but sliding her hand between her thick thighs and touching herself. It's fucking hot, I slow my pace so I can watch it unfold.
Her eyes are pinched tight while she presses hard, quick circles to her engorged nub. I stare mesmerized, barely moving inside her. When her breathing picks up and I feel her grow even wetter, I fuck into her with a fury. Letting her leg go, I pinch her nipple and savor the feel of her pussy as it clenches on my cock.
“Oh, god. Oh, God. Nash!” She screams into the room.
“Shit,” I groan as I thrust hard into her once more before I come, spilling all of my desire into her sweet body.
I collapse on top of her, breathing as hard as I might have had I just ran from my house to hers in a matter of minutes. She wraps her arms around me, hugging me to her. She kisses my sweaty shoulder, the side of my neck, then finally my head before I lift and take her lips in a hard kiss, meant to show her how I feel about her.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby. That was everything. You are everything, Aspen. I knew it would be like this.”
She smiles up at me, like I said she could have everything she ever wanted. And hell, maybe I just did.
“I know this is soon, believe me, I do, but there's no other explanation for the way I'm feeling. I love you, Aspen. In love is more like it.”
“Are you serious? I can't believe a guy like...”
“Like what, baby?”
“Like you. I don't know. I mean, I knew I felt those things for you, but to hear you say them. I can't believe it.”
Damn, is she saying she loves me too? I figured I'd have to work for that.
“What things, baby?” I ask, needing to hear the words come from her sweet mouth.
“Oh... well, I love you, too.”
A smile works its way onto my lips as I look down at her beautiful face and roll us so she's on top of me. She immediately rolls onto her side.
“No, Nash. As comfortable as I am with my body, I know there are some things I shouldn't do, like be on top.”
“What?! That's the dumbest shit I ever heard. Now get your sexy ass up here,” I tell her, taking her leg and putting it over my hip, then grabbing her wide hips and positioning her over my crotch. My dick instantly getting cued up.
She glances down between us. “Oh my gosh,” she says, her face going beet red.
“It's fine, I swear.”
“Not that,” she whispers, looking down. I look where she is and see my cum dripping from her. My cock thickens between us. Yeah, that's hot and just like that, I'm ready to go again.
Her eyes shoot to mine when she notices my hardening cock.
I shrug. “It turned me on. I'm ready to fill you back up, sweetheart.”
She looks at my thick cock and bites her lip before taking me in her hand, positioning it where she needs to. Aspen slides down on my dick and my eyes drift shut from pleasure.
Fuck she feels better than anything has the right to.
I'm gonna make this woman my wife.
Aspen
This man is a dream come true. He’s not afraid to tell me about himself, and I like that I’m getting to know him better. I suppose we did things a little backward, but I don’t think either of us could have held back from the emotions and desire we were feeling. The love that consumed us.
Nash and I lay in bed for hours after showering. He told me about his sister Claire, and how she doesn't like the idea of him going after me, mainly because he has a bad rep with women, which is something else he wanted to make sure I knew so I'm not blindsided. He assured me this is the first time he’s ever felt anything like this for a woman and hasn't had a girlfriend since before he graduated high school. Maybe I shouldn't let it, but it makes me feel special and loved.
I go on and tell him I caused the wreck because I saw him. The smile that hits his face is pure cockiness.
“I'm not surprised,” he says giving me a wink. I roll my eyes and he tickles me until I'm in tears and begging him to stop. He looks down at me with a look of pure awe. It makes me heart swell with happiness and love. “I really love you, Aspen. I've felt not a damn thing like it. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew my world would never be the same. You're it for me. I just hope after the newness wears off that you're able to put up with my shit,” he says chuckling.
“I deal with kindergarteners all day. I'm sure I'll manage,” I tell him, adding on a wink.
He smiles, hugs me to him and we fall asleep.
I get up the next morning while he's sleeping and start breakfast. I turn on the radio and while the biscuits are in the oven, I add the few new things my mom brought me last week to my already decorated home.
As I'm finishing up the eggs, Nash wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Looks like you've been busy this morning. Looks great,” he says kissing my cheek.
I turn in his arms, delighting in the feel of them wrapped around me. “Yeah, fall is my favorite season. The cooler temps, hoodie and sweats weather, pumpkin flavored and scented everything, the way leaves change colors — I love it all. My mom does too. She’s constantly picking up stuff she thinks I’ll like. I might run out room in the duplex if she doesn’t stop.”
“Fuck, you're cute,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. “You’ll just have to come decorate my house for fall. I don’t have shit.”
I smile up at him, thinking how nice that sounds.
“I'm gonna run your car over to my buddy's auto shop,” he tells me, then looks at the stove at the big breakfast I've made, and tacks on, “after breakfast.”
✽✽✽
Nash shows up around noon with a big guy in an even bigger truck.
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�m super glad I got ready for the day while he was out. It's been a cool morning, so I pulled on a long-sleeved burgundy shirt and my favorite black jeggings. I feel pretty today. I'm having both a good makeup day and a good hair day. That almost never happens.
Nash walks straight over to me, wrapping his left arm around my waist to pull me into him, kissing me as if he were coming back from being gone all day instead of only a few hours. I'm not complaining; I love it. He releases me, his hand sliding down to grab a handful of my butt then gives me a wink. I blush at the PDA, but love the affection.
“Hey, baby,” he says.
“Hey.” I say, smiling like an idiot.
Nash introduces me to the large man as his woman and I roll my eyes. His name is Chance. He has a nice smile and looks like a big teddy bear. Nash excuses himself and walks into my bedroom, leaving Chance and I to talk for a few minutes. His younger sister's graduating this year and hasn't decided whether she wants to teach in Chesabay or in the city, so he asks me a few questions that he can relay back to her later.
Chance is really nice and I enjoy chatting with him. I suggest we double date sometime, just assuming he's taken, but he tells me he's single and that's not likely to change anytime soon. I think to tell him he could just come out with us some night anyway, but Nash comes out of the room a second later, shooting daggers at the man. Chance chuckles and holds his hands up in mock surrender.
“Bout time for me to head out. I know when I've worn out my welcome,” he says looking at Nash, wearing a smile that tells me he'll be trouble for some girl one day. “It was nice meeting you, Aspen.”