“Nick?” You called down the stairs, running your hands through your hair agitatedly, “Have you seen my passport anywhere?”
“I think you already threw it in your carry-on, babe,” he called back up. You caught a glimpse of him as he shot by the stairs, looking just as frazzled as you did.
Italy was a fantastic idea, and you were incredibly excited. Or at least you would be, once all the packing was done.
You turned back to your bag, barely paying attention as you began throwing clothes into it. One thing caused you to stop dead, your heart in your throat – a simple, sheer white piece of lingerie.
It reminded you of the occasion that was rapidly approaching, and of what you’d finally decided to do on that occasion.
You put it gently in the bag, your thoughts suddenly swirling for an entirely different reason.
You’d been worried when you and Nick had started dating. He was experienced in areas you weren’t, and you weren’t ready to hop into bed with him – no matter how attractive you found him. You thought he’d walk away after he found out, but to your surprise he’d stuck around.
Now, almost a year later, you knew that you were ready.
Smiling, you shook yourself out of these thoughts and continued throwing things hastily into your bag. You were going to be in the air in approximately five hours, and there was plenty to do before then.
* * * * *
The first thing you did when you landed was go and crash in your hotel. You slept peacefully, waking only when you felt Nick lightly tracing his fingers over your back.
“Happy anniversary, babe,” he said quietly, pressing his lips to your shoulder.
You smiled sleepily and rolled over to kiss him. “Happy anniversary,” you echoed, snuggling your body into his and lightly kissing his neck.
You felt more than heard him sigh, and he pulled you closer to him. “I love you, Nicole,” he murmured. His tone was so serious that you glanced up at him for a moment, relieved when you saw him smiling.
“I love you too,” you replied, craning your neck upwards to kiss him again.
Your kisses went from sweet and playful to fevered and passionate very quickly. You thought it had something to do with being so close to one another with very little clothing on, but you found that you didn’t really care why, you were just glad it was happening.
“Babe,” he moaned quietly next to your ear as he pressed against you, “this isn’t how I wanted the day to start, me pawing you like some kind of animal.”
You tried to suppress your smile and failed. “Oh?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That was how I intended the day to start.”
He stared at you blankly for a moment before understanding dawned on his face. “You mean…you want…. Are you sure?”
That was not the reaction you’d been expecting. You’d expected him to do cartwheels, to be honest. This line of questioning didn’t sit well with you.
“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m sure. Aren’t you?”
He smiled widely. “Yeah. I mean, of course I’m sure. I just want…I don’t want….” He sighed, searching for words. “I’m nervous as all hell,” he finally blurted out.
You blinked a few times, shocked. “Nervous?” He nodded. “Why on earth would you be nervous?”
“A million things. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to regret it. I don’t want you to look back years from now and think about what a mistake I was.”
You reached up and lightly touched his face. “I really don’t think,” you said slowly, “that any of that will be the case. I think when I look back on this years from now, I’m going to be glad that I waited long enough to make sure I was madly in love with the first person I was with.”
You leaned up and kissed him again, gently, allowing your kisses to deepen naturally. Before long, his protests seemed forgotten.
“You’re sure,” he murmured gently in your ear as his hand slid down, his fingers brushing lightly over your panties.
“Yes,” you replied, pressing your hips against his hand. He pulled your panties off and began gently stroking your clit, keeping his lips locked against yours.
His skillful fingers quickly brought you to the brink, where he paused the action by slowing down and drawing out your pleasure. When he finally sped up again, you cried out, weaving your hands tightly in his hair and kissing him passionately.
When you had collapsed back onto the bed, he began running the head of his erection through your lips, lightly teasing your sensitive clit with his soft head. Your hips bucked against him involuntarily, and he pulled back immediately.
“Nicole -” he said in a ragged voice full of warning. “Are you -”
“Yes, for God’s sake,” you interrupted, annoyed. “I’m sure. Now please, please, PLEASE get on with it!”
He grinned, obviously trying to suppress a laugh, before returning to his previous motions. After several passes, he slid down lower and rested against your entrance. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and you thought that if he asked again you might scream.
“I love you,” he murmured instead, pushing completely inside of you.
Your eyes widened and you gripped his arms, whimpering. “Oh wow,” you breathed.
“Are you ok?” He asked, panic in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m just…it’s a really strange feeling. Hurts. Give me a minute.”
You breathed through it, pleased when the pain began to lessen. You reached up and lightly brushed Dolph’s hair out of his obviously-concerned face. “I’m fine, baby,” you assured him quietly. “Now I’m no expert, but I think you’re supposed to be moving.”
He smiled, but his smile was tight. “If I move, I’m going to lose it very, very quickly.” He bent down and lightly kissed you. “You feel amazing.”
You smiled around his kiss, gently thrusting your hips towards him. He gasped and moved instinctively with you, his concern temporarily forgotten.
He began to move slowly without your coaxing. “I can’t,” he gasped. “I can’t hold on.”
You smiled up at him. “So don’t. Let go.”
He moaned and buried his face in your neck, thrusting in and out of you quickly. It brought a fresh wave of pain to have him move that way, but you sensed that it wouldn’t last long.
He gripped your hair tightly, turning your head so that the two of you could kiss, and you felt him throbbing inside of you as a new wet sensation spread between your thighs, and you realized with some amazement that you’d just felt him have an orgasm for the first time. You’d seen it before now, even assisted it with your hands and mouth, but you’d never before experienced it in such a way.
You were still smiling when he pulled away from you, panting. “What is it, babe?” He asked, rolling off of you to lay beside you.
You moved carefully to rest your head on his chest. “Just realizing that things are going to be different now.”
“Good different or bad different?” He asked, trying to mask his fear.
You glanced up at him, smiling. “Good different. For sure.”
-Sarah (Hope it was kind of what you were looking for!)