I am startled when Nathaniel walks into the bathroom. I had not realized he was already back. I had made myself comfortable, finding ways to relax. His gaze is intense, and honestly, I enjoy it. I watch as he approaches me. I can feel him devouring me with each glance. I invite him with a coy smile, showing him my evident desire.
As Nathaniel stands before me, his actions feel deliberate. My heart is racing. I watch him slowly undress, unsure of what to expect next but eager to find out. The water envelopes us in warmth, heightening our sensual tension.
Without a word, he pulls me in for a kiss, and I welcome it. Slowly, he caresses me, his other hand entangled in my hair, massaging my neck. My body responds eagerly, aching for more. He treats my breasts with reverence, as if they were delicate treasures. I let out a soft moan and jerk towards him. I feel bold. I take his hand and guide him down my waist, parting my legs to grant him access to my most intimate place.
Nathaniel understands my unspoken need, and with deliberate intent, he teases and pleasures me, relishing in every moan and gasp I release. I want him to fill me completely. I want him to lose himself in me.
I tremble with each touch, and each stroke of his fingers sends shivers of pleasure through my body. When he finally penetrates me, I cannot contain my pleasure. I turn, pulling him into a hungry, desperate kiss. I've never had this much pleasure or desired someone in my life before.
My passion is ignited. Nathaniel abandons all restraint, his mouth devouring mine as if his life depends on it. I want him fiercely.
"Join me," I whisper between kisses, my voice thick. Nathaniel complies, reluctantly withdrawing his hand and standing up. His gaze never leaves mine as he slowly leads me out of the bathtub.
I watch him with rapt attention, admiring his body. My desire for him grows with each step he takes. I can't drag my eyes from his bare ass as he makes his way to the bedroom. Nathaniel stands before me, fully aroused and ready to claim me. He can see the hunger in my eyes. He knows I want him; I need him.
His confidence is evident when he starts stroking his manhood. I watch as he moves his hand up his shaft to rub the tip of his manhood. He unwittingly shows me how he would like to be touched and teaches me without using his words. He stares at me, waiting to see my response. I get on my knees. Our eyes are locked on each other; there is desire in my soul.
Nathaniel gets on his knees, allowing me to keep feeding my fantasy. I don't know whether it is my youth or my naivety that fuels him; maybe it has just been a while. Either way, it is a feeling I need to explore.
He twirls my hair in his fingers, and his eyes get softer. He pulls my face toward him and pushes his lips against mine.
His kisses feel like he is breathing life into me; I get winded with my need for him.
I can feel the hair on his arms standing up. I press against him. My nipples rub against his chest. I run my hands along his back. I trace my fingertips across his shoulders, up his neck, and through his hair, dragging his mouth from mine and to my neck. I want to feel his breath all over me.
His hands are not as soft as I had thought; I can feel the calluses when he caresses my breasts. My lips part with hunger. My thoughts follow his hands as he works his way down my back. Nathaniel grabs my ass and pulls me against him. I can feel him; I know what he is asking for. I reach for his manhood, moving my hand gently along the shaft to the tip and gently rubbing. He lets out a soft moan.
Everything feels electric, new, and exciting. I feel his every throb as he lets me stroke him. Without warning, he pushes his fingers inside me. Delicate against his rough hands, I spread my legs to allow him access, teasing his need. I yearn for more. I feel a desperate need to cling to this moment, to feel his presence in every fiber of my body, and to savor the sensation for as long as it can last.
I know he can feel me gasping, clinging to him, and urging him to keep going. I don't want him to stop.
Nathaniel's fingers coil around my throat, exerting a firm yet gentle pressure as he pulls me closer, his gaze locked on mine. I can see him finding satisfaction in the way I look at him. My desire mirrors his own. I meet his gaze with equal intensity; the primal urge stirring within us becomes a need that can no longer be contained. He pulls his hand from my warmth and releases my neck.
Nathaniel's body is a feast for the eyes, accentuated by his unquenchable desire. He threw me on the bed. I am mesmerized. The need to taste each other is overwhelming. Pulling me back, he gently spreads my legs. A gasp escapes my mouth. I watch his face sink between my thighs.
His tongue feels warm as he flickers it to heaven. I had not known my body to respond like this to anyone, let alone a stranger. I can feel myself tingle, like a current of electricity running through me. My moans echo back. I comply with every lick. My back arches as I push his face deeper into me. I can feel my body climaxing, reaching heights of pleasure I have never experienced. I can feel myself trembling, my mind free, and a pressure to release, and before I know it, I squirt my juices all over.
Cradled by the softness of the high-threaded sheets and the release of tension from my body, I drift into deep slumber. Did I just have the best night of my life? The morning light floods the room, and as I stretch, my mind replays the events of the previous night. "You're up!" His voice cuts through the air as he emerges from the bathroom. "We need to talk." His tone is direct and devoid of emotion, and those words strike a chord of unease in me. I know what is coming. No harm, no foul, I remind myself. After all, we are both adults, and I am newly single.I walk towards him, sinking into a chair next to him. I can feel Nathaniel’s observant eyes watching me, sensing a shift in my demeanor."Last night was unexpected, but I hope you don’t think I took advantage of you.”"No, you dint. I told you I am a big girl. I knew what I was doing." I clarify.Nathaniel hands me some papers before clearing his throat, preparing to divulge more information. "Before you read that, you should know
I sit in the back seat, my hands gripping the door tightly. I am scared to face Andrew. I don’t know how our conversation will go, knowing I am still madly in love with him. I open my purse, staring at the two phones, the folded contract, and the key card to my unfortunate new home. The hotel room. I reached down and picked up my phone, and finally I text him, making inquiries about his whereabouts. Andrew does not bother to call me back or reply.As I lay in the hotel room bed, the events of the past few days replay in my mind. Nathaniel has made an impact on me. I smile simply thinking about his face. I should know better by now. Men will always break your heart and yet I like him. I grow curious about the contract again, reaching for the dresser and grabbing it. I also grabbed a notebook and a pen, determined to make sense of it. I traced the words "pros and cons" onto an empty page. I finally fall asleep, with my decision made.Going back to the house I once shared with Andrew fee
As I walk out of the building, my decision is clear. Nathaniel's response is a simple "done." I stand there, looking at my packed bags, ready to start my new life. There is no turning back now. I am going to meet him at the house to sign the new contract. My stomach is tied up in knots; I am not sure what I'm getting into. I'm signing over my life to a stranger.The house looks lively; I see a few people walking around, which is odd considering how quiet the place was before. Everyone looks busy, trimming and cleaning, clearly getting ready for something. Nathaniel towers over most of them as he walks towards the driveway. He looks majestic in the sunlight. Zeus has surely climbed down from Olympus to come and greet me. I smile awkwardly, my eyes fixed on him, watching him as he puts on a show. I watch Nathaniel's hands reach and open the door. This is new, and I do not know how I am supposed to act. Everybody's eyes are fixed on me as if to watch for the slightest misconduct from me.
As the evening settles in, everything undergoes a magical transformation. The lights dance as music fills the air. The guests begin to arrive, each looking like a work of art—beautiful but untouchable. I feel a surge of anxiety as I stroll through the party in Nathaniel's arms. The mere mention of being his girlfriend sends my heart into a joyful dance. Polite conversations and soft laughter mingle with the clinking of glasses as wine flows freely. Despite the jealous looks from certain ladies, perhaps Nathaniel's ex-girlfriends, I have no worries in the world tonight.The night feels like a fairy tale, with people trying to be polite but clearly intrigued by our relationship. Yet, in the middle of all the glamour, I cannot stop feeling like an imposter, on display for everyone to scrutinize. The endless questions become suffocating, prompting me to seek some peace. Sneaking away from the party, I find a quiet corner to observe the guests, watching their movements and interactions. Th
The night is not going as planned. Instead of me lying in the hands of this gorgeous man after a night of passionate sex, I will be lying on a tearful pillow. Good thing he cannot back out now. I wonder what Becca will tell Andrew. I wonder how he will react to the news of me, the woman he tossed aside, dating his uncle. Will he be sad? Will he be angry? Will he regret his decision to cheat on me?My thoughts are interrupted when Nathaniel calls me into the bathroom. I find a warm bath prepared. I cannot read him or his intentions. Why is he being so kind to me? He brings me a glass of wine and leaves me to enjoy my bath or to sob in peace. I sit in the warm water and calculate my next step. If he is playing games, I will be careful. I refuse to be caught off guard again.The night goes by fast, and so does the next week. Nathaniel has been busy most of the time. I have been trying to get more information while slowly getting accustomed to my new environment. I find myself amazed at h
I feel the hard, wet floor beneath me. Am I dead? I try to open my eyes, but all I see is red. I feel the painful jabs in my ribs. I cannot move. My throat is dry; I can't speak. I try to find something I can use to help me, but I pass out again.I wake up to faint lights and voices all around me. I can feel myself moving. The ground is not as hard as before. I stretch my hand, gripping someone beside me. Oh my God! What is happening? I feel something irritating in my nose. I reach for it and pull it out. I wish that I could see or hear. Someone puts what feels like a cup over my mouth. I am scared.I finally hear sirens followed by bright lights before I pass out again. Is this it?I wake up disoriented. I don’t feel as much pain any more. I can see a bit better. I can feel the bright lights stinging my eyes.“Hey, you are awake!” I know that voice. Its Nathaniel. Wait, was he the one who attacked me? The man in the house did not talk to me. I pull myself up, looking for some familiar
Nathaniel holds my hand as he leads me to the front entrance of the house. I stop just as we are about to walk in. My knees wobbled. My heart beats hard and loud; I can hear it in my years.“I am here; everything will be alright.” Nathaniel is trying his best to reassure me, but the fact is, I almost died in this house. I nod my head, urging him to open the door. My body is still in discomfort, and staying up is a struggle. As we enter the living room, everything begins to play back. I can see the tiles are still a little stained. That has to be my blood. The bedroom door is broken. Probably from the attacker kicking it in.“How bad was it?” I ask Nathaniel.“When I walked in, I thought you were dead. You weren’t moving, Megra. There was blood everywhere.”I hear a hint of anger in his voice. Does he feel responsible?“Why did this happen to me?”Nathaniel stops walking and looks at me. He takes my hands in his. “I don’t know, but I can promise you that I will find out. Whoever did th
After a month of facing my anxiety and healing from my pain, I am finally able to look at myself in the mirror without flinching. Life is getting back to normal. Nathaniel returned to work, ensuring that there are always at least two staff members present at all times. Our plans are back on track, with us planning to announce our engagement in a month. We have also made the decision for me to see a therapist to help me cope.Today will be the first day I leave the house since I got back. Though scared, I was looking forward to the change of environment, and a shopping spree sounded like my type of therapy. I drew on the large sunglasses on the bathroom counter top, hoping that they could hide my injuries.I tried to hold my head high as I walked into the boutique store. My shaded eyes run through the custom dresses. I want to feel comfortable, but I feel as though someone is watching me. Since my attack, I have not been able to shake the feeling. I look over my shoulder, but nobody is