Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
I moaned and cried out as I rocked faster and harder, closing my eyes, feeling him.
When I opened my eyes, his were locked on mine. He clenched his jaw, and a look of intense concentration crossed his face.
He grabbed my hips and helped me, rocking me back and forth harder and further than I was able to go myself. It was magic. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone and I was well on the way to my third orgasm.
Nolan gritted his teeth, moaning and groaning, and I could see the need in his face, the urgency.
He was getting close.
I wanted him to come. I wanted to push him over the edge so that he released and found the same pleasure he’d given me.
For a moment, I was focused on him, but the friction on my clit pushed me over the edge. I cried out as I orgasmed yet again.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in a raw cry of pleasure.
Nolan cried out a moment later, and I felt him releasing inside me, pumping and throbbing, his cock dumping all the pleasure we’d built into my body.
I collapsed on his chest, and Nolan wrapped himself around me, holding onto me for dear life as he pumped into me.
We stayed like this for a while after the climax subsided, clinging together. Our skin was slick with sweat and we were so close, I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
I’d never had anything like this. Nothing that made me feel like it was me, like it was about more than sex. And I’d never had anything that made me feel so incredible.
When I lifted my head, Nolan smiled sleepily at me. “That was so good.”
“It was,” I agreed.
I rolled off him and lay next to him, feeling sleep overcome me, too.
“The bathroom is right there,” Nolan said, pointing.
I nodded and rolled off the bed, walking to the bathroom to clean up. Nolan had left a sticky mess between my legs.
After cleaning up, I walked back to the bed. Nolan was in it, and he flipped the covers back so I could get in with him.
“You want me to stay?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he said, and I climbed into bed.
Everything was so perfect. It was almost too good to be true. How did it work that the same day I’d lost what I thought was my entire future, I found someone like Nolan?
It had to mean something.
Coming home with him was the best decision I’d ever made.
Nolan reached for me, wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me close to him. He curled his body around me protectively and sighed.
I closed my eyes, relishing his warmth.
For now, this was good.
I wasn’t sure what would happen with the new light of day, but for now, it was exactly what I needed.
Nolan
I opened my eyes and blinked against the bright light that fell through open curtains. Usually, they were closed and I could sleep in, but today I was up bright and early.
And my bed was empty.
I frowned and lifted my head, looking at the spot where the covers were turned back. The spot where Izzy had fallen asleep last night.
Where the hell was she? And why wasn’t she still in my bed, cuddling up to me?
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to listen for a sound from the rest of the apartment. When I got up and walked through the rooms, I realized her clothes and her purse were gone.
She’s left.
Fuck.
I walked back to the bedroom and found my phone. She hadn’t given me her number. I checked anyway, making sure she hadn’t left it for me while I was sleeping.
What time had she gotten up to leave? It was only seven now.
I sat on the bed and ran my hands through my hair, irritated that she was gone and I had no way of contacting her.
This wasn’t new. I fucked girls often, and sent them packing the next day. But this time, I hadn’t asked her to leave. She’d been the one to do that.
And the worst part was that I hadn’t exactly wanted her to leave.
The realization traveled through me with a shock.
Since when did I want women to stick around? I was serious about school, and I was leaving tomorrow to go to New York. I wasn’t looking to get involved with anyone. Besides, relationships were nothing but trouble. It was easier to fuck them and let them go again without any strings attached.
But with Izzy, everything had been different. I’d felt a connection with her unlike anything I’d felt before.
And not just in bed, either. I’d felt connected to her while we were talking in the café. Hell, I’d felt that spark between us the moment I placed my order with her. I’d just had to talk to her again.