Flipping over, I looked Nate in the eyes as he laid me down on my back and kissed me deeply. My hands cupped his face as his tongue plunged into my mouth. It found its way down to my breasts, and twirled perfect pirouettes around my roused members. Lifting one of my legs in the air, his hands trickled down its surface before his lips followed.
“Trust me,” Nate said, looking down at my bald prize. “Because I’m going to take my time.”
After ten minutes of buildup, my lips finally met mine and it was then that my body agreed with his paced approach. Every stroke, lick, and kiss shot me through the roof and within minutes, I orgasmed underneath him. Waves of heat ran the length of my convulsing body and I watched Nate grin before diving in to give me another.
Each time, he brought new moves to the table that sent me over the edge. It wasn’t long before I was lying in a relaxing bliss running my fingers across the parts of his body that I could reach. My hand was gently coaxing his member in between its firm grip as we shared a few soft pecks. The mood of our love had changed. Instead of anxious, it was fearless and valiant. When he plunged inside of me, I felt whole, as one, in unison.
His name escaped my lips and I was quieted once again as my back was pressed against the wall. He thrust me inside his embrace, where I had always longed to be, and I crashed beneath him once again. The flex of his muscles to hold my weight made my orgasm that much better, and I screeched his name once more.
I felt his pumps become fuller, stronger, and deeper and it wasn’t long before his flood of ecstasy followed mine.
“Molly,” Nate grunted, mid-thrust. “Ah, I love you so much.”
I cradled his head in my arms and kissed him with the little energy I had left.
“I love you too,” I said out of breath.
Laying us back on the bed, we held each other as we caught our breath and came back down to our homeostasis. Despite exploring each other’s bodies for the past three hours, our hands still couldn’t stop touching every speck of skin they could find.
“Your rump is amazing,” Nate said.
I followed shortly after with a laugh.
“That’s a compromise if I ever heard one,” I said.
Sitting up on the bed, Nate propped himself up on one elbow and gazed into my eyes.
“I’m going to tell you something,” Nate said. “And you have no say in the outcome.”
His voice was shaking which begged me to sit up with him. Looking into his eyes confused, I swept my hand across his cheek and let it rest on his chest. A few agonizing moments passed before he spoke again.
“You are going to move in with me,” Nate said, and with a smirk, he finished his sentence. “East’s whines are getting a little absurd.”
I play slapped him before lying back with him and indulging once more between his thighs.
“Only if I can use my cash towards rent,” I said pulling away. Caught in the throes of passion, Nate compiled much to my surprise. He then gave me a look that said he would do anything for me, which made me melt once more.
Chapter 33
Waking up next to Nate felt indescribable. My head had nested somewhere in between the divots of his chiseled chest during our slumber. I found it quite funny that, once again, Nate’s hand had rested on my rear the entire night as well. In a way, it felt like that was how he showed everyone he claimed me. As if when an intruder walked in, he would know I belonged to Nate.
That morning, we showered together and let the streams of water wash away our sins of last night. He told me I was beautiful, and I believed him. Even without the wig and the makeup, I felt like gold when I was with him. He really did love me, and it showed in everything he did.
That’s why when my things were packed up within one week’s time, I wasn’t worried about where I was going, what I was going to do, or how I was going to carry on leaving the memories of this great city behind. I needed a change of scenery to distance myself from who I was and who I had lost myself as, so that I could make way for who I had potential to be.
I didn’t tell anyone where I was going for fear of them telling Adam. Likewise, I ignored Adam’s calls, texts, mail, and packages that were being rerouted across the country. As I settled into our new apartment in West Hollywood, I let the old memories seep away. I let dancing and aerobics run my days on autopilot and watched each one blur into the next happily.
As I helped whip figures back into shape before their season premieres, I wore a smile on my face. I even asked people to make me audition for the roles of choreographer or fitness trainer so that it wasn’t just handed to me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t mind being a part of someone else’s life because I had never known it could make me so happy.
Some would say I gave up my life for a man I barely knew. They’d be partially right. I had only known Nate for six months and I had uprooted my life and placed it in his hands. After shuffling the cards around and playing to our strengths, he meshed our lives into the perfect fold.
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