Meant To Be Ch. 02

"I am as well," he told me, stroking my cheek. "But - are you sure?"

I looked pointedly down at our bodies pressed together, our chests still heaving. I met his eyes with my eyebrows raised. He chuckled again.

"I'm sure. Are you sure?" I teased, nudging my hips into him.

In answer, he rolled to his back and lifted me on top of him, kissing me. His tongue swept my mouth, swirling around mine, quickly bringing my arousal into overdrive. I kissed him hungrily, clutching at his arms. Our hands met at the waist of his boxers and we laughed softly, pushing them off his legs together. He cupped my behind before gripping my thighs, positioning them on either side of him. His hands found my breasts and he fondled them, pushing me gently back until I was sitting up straddling him. We held eye contact for a long moment.

"Whenever you're ready, love," he said softly, brushing against my nipples with his thumbs.

I blinked and looked down at his crotch, at my position over him, blushing as awareness washed over me. I wasn't a virgin, but my handful of experiences consisted of fumblings in dark rooms with boys my age who knew as little as I did. I met his eyes nervously.

"Um, I - don't really know -" I paused. "What I'm doing," I finished helplessly.

Panic flashed across his face.

"Cassandra - are you a -"

"No! No, I'm not," I said quickly, unable to bear hearing him saying the word. "I just - I haven't had much experience, I guess. I've only done missionary," I added, looking away and fighting the urge to cry.

Nick nudged my face to meet his, stroking my neck.

"We'll have to remedy that situation," he said playfully.

I smiled gratefully. He pulled me to him for another kiss, reaching between our bodies. His fingers teased my opening briefly and then I felt his crown enter me. He deepened the kiss as he inched slowly inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. His hands were on my behind, pressing me the rest of the way onto him. I grasped his bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently when our groins met. He gave a start and then kissed me ferociously, one hand on my behind, the other fisted in my hair.

My body was trembling with excitement, with the knowledge that he was inside me. After all this time of watching him and being around him, it had finally happened. None of my fantasies about him came close to the reality of this feeling. He broke the kiss and brushed the hair off my face.

"Fancy a ride?" He grinned wickedly and jerked his hips once.

My giggle came out in a breathy gasp. He nudged my shoulders, encouraging me to sit up. I moved slowly, walking my hands down his body as I pushed back, relishing the feel of him that changed with each of my movements. When my back was straight, he let out a long, shuddering breath.

"God, you look so beautiful," he mumbled, his eyes glassy. He ran a hand between my breasts, then placed both hands on my waist. "You're like a work of art."

I bit my lip as I stared at him, his words and his expression stirring my arousal as much, if not more, than the hardness pulsing inside me.

"How do you feel?" he asked dreamily.

I rocked against him experimentally, causing us both to inhale sharply.

"Fantastic." I dragged out the word.

He smiled slowly. "You feel exquisite." His hands moved to my behind and he gripped my butt cheeks roughly. "Now stop teasing."

"Oh, really?" I taunted, circling my hips.

His nostrils flared and his hands dropped to the bed. His mouth opened as if to speak but no words came. I continued rolling my pelvis, leaning back slightly and placing my hands on his thighs for support. My head fell back slightly as I lost myself in the sensation. When I looked at him again, I couldn't help smiling at his dazed expression. He caught the smile and gave me a scornful look.

"Not much experience," he scoffed, squeezing my behind again.

I grinned and placed my hands on his chest, lifting off him in an attempt to find the right movements. His hands cupped my behind, guiding my body until my back was arching and I was crying out, leaving him to do most of the work. I felt myself contracting around him, the hum of release starting, the blood rushing to my head. He pulled me to his chest and locked his arms around me, thrusting into me.

I was amazed to hear loud grunts and growls coming out of my mouth, my fingernails clawing at his shoulders. He increased the force of his thrusts, his mouth pressed against my ear murmuring words of encouragement and sounds of pleasure. Embarrassed by the noises I was making, I closed my teeth on his shoulder and bit down as I peaked, screaming into his skin.

Coming back to awareness, I felt his hands caressing me, his lips brushing my eyelids and cheeks. My eyes fluttered open slowly, seeing the impression my teeth had made. I touched it gingerly and looked at him apologetically. He was grinning.

"Don't you dare apologize for that."

I blushed. "I didn't mean to - I've never -" I took a shaky breath. "That's never happened to me before."

He looked at me curiously. "Don't normally go round biting people?" he teased.

I giggled. "Well, no. But that's not what I meant."

I sighed in satisfaction and stretched my arms. He was still looking at me quizzically. Too satiated and relaxed to feel self-conscious, I spoke without thinking.

"I've never had an orgasm with another person before - during - you know," I stammered.

He blinked in surprise, then gave me that breathtaking smile.

"What a shame," he said, hugging me. "It was quite the sight."

I pinched his arm and he laughed.

"It was," he said huskily, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. "And I need to see it again," he added, rolling us over so that I was on my back.

He combed his fingers through my hair, splaying it out on the bed. He gripped my chin and kissed me languidly, running a hand down my body. He stopped to run a thumb under the curve of my breast, then moved it over my hip, cupping my behind and pressing me to him. I started to wrap my legs around him but he stopped me, pushing my legs onto the bed. He stared at me for a moment, breathing hard.

"Not missionary," he explained with a slow smile. "It seems we've the chance to give you a good learning opportunity, after all."

I giggled, marveling at the light-hearted humor we had maintained while naked and in bed together. It was unlike anything I'd experienced and it relaxed me. By that point I was so comfortable with him it didn't occur to me to feel embarrassed by my body. He lowered his body to mine for a kiss, then rested his chin in the valley between my breasts, his eyes twinkling.

"What would you like to try, pet?"

I ran my hands through his hair, mesmerized by him. I shook my head slightly. Even if I had the ability to speak at that moment, I wouldn't have known what to say. I'd thought about sex quite a bit of course, but apparently hadn't taken the time to do my research.

"What's your favorite?" I whispered shyly.

His eyes softened and he took my hand, kissing the palm. He looked at me affectionately for a moment before his expression turned devilish.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Are you going to tell me it's missionary?" I teased.

His laugh rumbled against my body. He circled a hand around each breast, lifting the nipple of one into his mouth without breaking eye contact. His tongue swept around in large circles and then his teeth closed gently around it, making me gasp. He repeated this with the other breast before trailing his tongue down my stomach. My head was thrown back and I was breathing quickly, so distracted by the sensation that I didn't realize what his intentions were until I felt his hot breath between my legs.

Looking down my body, I saw that he was still watching me. Our eyes locked, he smiled with his mouth open wide, extending his tongue. My back came off the bed at the first contact of his tongue inside me. He moved agonizingly slowly, alternating long swipes and swirls of his tongue with occasional flicks against my still-sensitive button. It was more intense than anything I could have imagined, and I found myself gripping his hair with one hand and fisting the bedding in the other. Anytime I looked at him, he still had his eyes trained on me, gauging my response. When my legs began trembling around him, he started moaning, sending a delicious vibration through my body from the inside out.

My climax arrived so quickly it startled me and I looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded slightly and I felt his fingers push inside me, his mouth now focused entirely on the tender nub. He circled it with his tongue, then pressed firmly against it and my hips shot off the bed. His other hand held my waist and he somehow managed to not lose contact despite my shaking body. I felt myself tense and squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the moment of release. He closed his lips around the center of my pleasure, creating a vacuum-like suction. At the same time I felt him adjust his hand and suddenly there was immense pressure on my pelvis, his fingertips rubbing against a part of me I hadn't known existed.

I exploded in a cacophony of screams and groans, my vision blurring around the edges. I shut my eyes, my body still shuddering, and saw a burning white light behind my eyelids. This was not the tingling warmth of gently lapping flames; this was pure, hot electricity coursing through my body to my extremities. When it ended, my arms and legs felt like they were made of lead and there was a buzzing in my ears. I wasn't aware of Nick moving until he was beside me, curling his body around mine, tucking me into his embrace. I pressed my back against his chest, my eyes still wide in astonishment, panting and gasping for air. He gently tugged my hand and I realized I had covered my mouth to stifle my cries.

"I think - that's my favorite - too," I said, my breath calming but still coming in gulps.

His arms shuddered around me when he laughed and I gripped his hands. I became aware of his arousal lodged against my behind and pushed my hips back. He sucked in his breath in a hiss and began kissing my neck. One of his hands moved to my abdomen and he pressed me back against him.

"Are you tired?" he said quietly in my ear. "Or are you ready for more?"

Arching into him, I let out a low groan. His low chuckle tickled my neck. He lifted my outer leg and hooked it behind his thigh, positioning himself at my opening. He entered slowly, stroking my breasts and nibbling on my neck. I sighed and melted into him. He was holding me securely, restricting my movements, so I just stroked his arms and closed my eyes, letting myself go.

I felt sluggish and dreamy, suspecting I wouldn't come again. I took advantage of it by concentrating on the feel of him and listening to the sounds he was making. He murmured my name a few times, but it was mostly long moans that vibrated through his body. He laced our fingers together, bringing one to his lips before hugging me to him again. I heard his breathing speed up, felt his muscles tensing, and tried to meet his body in the hopes of encouraging him, making my own small cries of pleasure. When he released my hands and squeezed my hip, I turned to look at him.

God, he is gorgeous, I thought, watching his eyes squeeze shut and then open wide. He met my eyes and cupped my cheek.

"God - oh, Christ," he said in a groan, his forehead meeting mine. "Oh - oh - Cass - God -"

He slammed into me in one final, powerful shove and shuddered around me, burying his head in my hair. I flung my arm behind me to wrap around his head and clutched at his arm with my other hand, trying to remain as close as possible. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and his chest was heaving hard against me. When I felt him slip out of me, I rolled over and snuggled into him, his arms wrapping around me fiercely.

I waited until he began brushing his lips across my forehead to look up at him. He cupped my cheek and brought me to him for a lingering kiss. I rested my chin on his chest and just stared at him.

"What's funny?" he asked breathlessly, poking the tip of my nose.

I realized I was smirking. "You called me Cass," I teased.

His eyes looked blank before becoming amused. "I don't recall." He hugged me tightly. "Perhaps you were right - Cassandra is a lot of syllables."

I chuckled and rested my ear on his chest. I could feel his heart, still pounding rapidly, his chest still rising and falling with large breaths. His hand lazily roamed my back, stopping to tickle the ends of my hair.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

The concerned tone made me look at him curiously. He smiled self-consciously.

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked teasingly, my voice sleepy and satisfied.

He was still looking at me apprehensively and my stomach dropped in dismay. I studied him for a moment.

"Do you regret it?" My words were barely loud enough for him to hear.

"No!" He gripped my face and stared into my eyes. "No," he repeated firmly. "I would hate for you to, though."

I sighed impatiently, propping myself up on an elbow. My frustration with his discomfort made me bold and I spoke decisively without thinking.

"No, I don't regret it. I wanted it. I'm not a child, you know." I took a deep breath, seeing the surprise on his face. "Look, I don't know what bothers you so much - if it's just the age difference or what - but obviously there's something...here. Some kind of chemistry or something."

His expression didn't change and I realized I was looking at him almost angrily, my eyes narrowed.

"I'd like to do this again," I continued in a softer voice, running a finger from his chest to his stomach. "But not if you're going to be freaking out about it every time. Because talk about a buzzkill."

My shoulders slumped as if it had taken all of my energy to speak. My innate shyness returned and I blinked, my words echoing in my mind. Had I really just said all that? Me, afraid to say what's on her mind Cassandra? I watched him warily.

I was relieved when he smiled and gave a small laugh. He cupped my face again and brought me to him for a gentle kiss.

"You're an incredible woman," he murmured against my lips.

"Because I yelled at you?" I joked.

His mouth twitched against mine in a chuckle.

"Because you don't hold back." His eyes were serious though his lips were still curved in a slight smile.

"Hmpf," I scoffed in disbelief.

That wasn't how I saw myself. It seemed like I spent most of my time worrying about what other people thought of me, how people perceived me. I didn't know if it was due to the incredible sex or Nick himself or a combination of the two, but in that moment I hadn't had any reservations about speaking my mind. Nick was looking into my eyes searchingly. I couldn't read his expression.

"May I see you tomorrow night? If you're free?" he asked.

I smiled, a light-headed kind of delight washing over me. "Yes."

He grinned, kissing me deeply, then moved to my neck before focusing on my breasts. I moaned, gripping his shoulders. His hand trailed down my body until his fingers were between my legs. I gasped, threading my fingers in his hair. His thumb circled my sensitive nub and I began crying out immediately, flinging an arm over my mouth to muffle the noise. Nick raised his head to look at me, his fingers entering me, his thumb still teasing me.

"Cassandra, don't cover your face," he implored.

His hand was still working its magic and I could barely speak.

"I don't want to - be too loud," I gasped.

He propped himself up without stopping the fingers between my legs.

"Darling, those sounds tell me that you like what I'm doing. Not to mention it's a thrill to know I that I can do that to you – you've no idea how hearing you turns me on. Don't be shy about it."

I couldn't look away from his eyes, dark and smoldering. I forced myself to uncover my mouth, trailing my fingers down his arm until I reached his hand, which I placed on my breast. I smiled softly at him, panting heavily. He returned the smile, holding my eyes as his mouth returned to my breasts.

"Let me hear you, love," he said, his voice muffled. "Let me hear how good it feels."

I threw my head back as his fingers entered more deeply. His hands and mouth would have driven me to the edge on their own, but his words were just as arousing. He brought me to the peak quickly and kept going until I didn't know where one climax was ending and the next was beginning. He only stopped because I used my body to roll him to his back so I could explore him hungrily. I pressed against his crotch, my mouth and hands focusing on his chest and stomach until he was gripping my waist and rocking against me. Sliding down his body, I settled between his legs and circled him with my fingers. I felt heady and wild, like I could never get enough of him.

"Show me what to do," I said boldly, stroking him hesitantly.

He covered my hand with his, moving along his length until I found a steady rhythm. Removing his hand from mine, he ran his fingers through my hair, drawing it gently away from my face and bunching it up into a ponytail so he could watch me. I had never done this before, had never found the idea of it appealing with the other boys I'd been with, so I was surprised by my need to taste and touch him. I wanted to return the pleasure he'd given me, but it wasn't out of a sense of duty that I began running my tongue along his length before circling him with my mouth. I wanted to know I could make him lose control, wanted to feel as close to him as I could, wanted to share in that moment when he reached his peak. The feeling was intense, spreading across my chest in an almost painful ache.

By the time I was rewarded with his climax, my entire body was trembling uncontrollably, partly from exertion, but mostly from the intimate connection I felt with him in that moment. Nick cried out in what sounded like surprised, painful gasps, his fingers fisted in my hair. I didn't stop until he gently tugged on my shoulders, bringing me up to lie on him. My body was still shuddering as if I'd had my own release and I clung to him, his chest heaving frantically.

"My God, pet," he said in a groan when his breathing had steadied. "That was brilliant."

I giggled, kissing his neck.

"Haven't had much experience," he said again, giving my behind a very light spank.

"It's true," I said, grinning though I was blushing. "I've never done that before, either."

He looked at me, surprised and amused.

"Well," he said hesitantly. "It would be crass to tell you you're a natural. I'll just say I feel like the luckiest man alive and leave it at that." He was grinning but his eyes were sincere.

I laughed softly, still blushing. "I feel lucky, too," I whispered, snuggling into him.

He wrapped his arms around me and sighed loudly in satisfaction. I closed my eyes, trying to burn every moment and sensation of this evening into my memory.

---

Gwen strolled into my room where I was packing a bag and handed me a sweater.

"Not that I expect you to be wearing it for long," she teased.

"Shut up," I said, laughing. "Thanks for letting me borrow it."

She grinned and I could tell she was holding back a laugh at my blissful expression. I'm sure I looked perpetually foolish these days. I hadn't stopped smiling, my feet seemed to float just above the ground, and I found myself sighing happily at random intervals.

It had been almost a week, and Nick and I had seen each other every night since we'd first made love. We went on the same outings as before - dinners, art exhibits, bookstores, cafes. One night, when Gwen had been gone for evening classes, I'd made him dinner at my place. Each night had ended in bed in glorious hours of exploration and fun and affection as he learned what pleased me while I discovered my sensuality. Our first night together had opened the floodgates and I felt almost insatiable, my thoughts constantly reliving the previous experiences or imagining what we would do next, my body on fire at the very thought of him. For his part, Nick was equally enthusiastic and more than willing, which increased my confidence and desire.