The Butterfly Effect Part 5

After a few moments, he pulls his head back and looks into my eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want? We don't have to do this tonight if you don't want to."

I nod. "I want to do this, with you."

He sees the a.s.surance he needs in my eyes, and hears it in my voice. I need this to happen since I know he is the one. He walks me backward to his bed, carefully laying me down on it. Rose petals are scattered all around me. My long hair spread everywhere around us. Positioning himself over me, he takes a strand of my hair and inhales it. The hunger in his eyes is so intense; I try to remember to breathe as he leans down to kiss me.

I can't get enough of his kiss, his mouth and his tongue. He smells so good, as I inhale his masculine scent. I watch in amazement as he pulls off his shirt, his sculpted chest and abs have me salivating.

"Just so you know, I'm on the pill. I've been on it since the start of school."

"Good." He smiles, then continues to kiss me.

His hand grazes the hem of my top. I can feel his fingers on my skin and it feels so exhilarating. I feel like I might combust. Yes, his hands on my skin. I like it. I need it. I'm craving him. In one swift movement he loops my top over my head and leaves it wherever it lands. While I'm leaning up, I go ahead and unhook my bra, letting my b.r.e.a.s.t.s fall freely. Nathan's mouth hangs agape at my large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I lie back down and he takes his time exploring my body, his fingers lightly grazing over the center of my chest, down my flat stomach, and back up. His hands swirl over my sides. He's touching every inch of me, and I'm in heaven.

"I want to take my time with you. Explore every inch of your body so I know exactly how you react to my touch, my kisses, and when I'm inside you. You'll be ready to blow."

Oh I am about to blow alright.

True to his word, he unhooks my pants and pulls them down and flings them on the floor. I'm coming completely undone with his touch. The dampness in my panties will be evidence enough to let him know. He starts at my ankles, kissing each one, looking me in the eyes. I can't tear my eyes away from him. His hand lightly caresses my calves, while he kisses his way up, stopping to kiss the inside of my thighs, sending chills up my spine. His fingers hook onto my thong and he slowly pulls it down. While he's standing, he undoes his jeans and pulls them down. His length is in full view and I swallow. Nervousness sets in as he crawls up my body.

Chapter Seven.

RILEY.

"Just relax. There's nothing to worry about. We'll go slow. You can tell me to stop at any time."

I nod.

I can feel him pressing against me while he kisses me. He's so hard, and my body immediately starts to rock to a rhythm against his. My breathing starts to kick up as the antic.i.p.ations builds. There is no material separating us. My hands work their way over his shoulder and down over his rigid back. Bending down, his mouth latches onto my hardened nipples. He kisses the flesh of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and comes back up to continue kissing me, more feverishly, more pa.s.sionately.

"Nathan," I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready," I tell him.

"I'll go slowly, so it won't hurt."

He works his way over my entrance, the head just moving around my center. Then he works the head of his c.o.c.k inside me and looks at me for rea.s.surance. I nod, trying to keep my body relaxed. He slowly works himself inside me, inch by inch, and I continue to tell him it's okay and I'm okay.

When he's all the way inside me, he leans down to kiss me, and then rocks his hips against mine. The sensation is overwhelming. My pulse is pulsating loudly inside my chest, and my heart is racing with excitement.

"G.o.d, Riley. You feel so good."

He buries his lips against my neck, sending shivers across my body. My arms rake over his shoulders, my hands weaving through his thick, unruly hair. My back arches and molds to his, rocking our bodies together. He presses his lips hard against mine, breathing heavily. I start to pant as my body convulses against his. He follows right after, resting his head on my shoulder. I try to settle my breathing back to normal. Nathan rolls off me, and we lie there in silence, looking at each other, breathless, still panting for air.

"Will you stay the night?" he turns his head to ask.

"Yes. Should I go grab some clothes from my place?"

"No, I have a shirt and boxers you can wear if you want," he says.

"Okay. I could use a shower, though."

He jumps off the bed and offers his hand to me. "Come, we can shower together."

In the shower, Nathan gets the water nice and hot, like our love making just was. I lost my virginity to my professor, to the man I'm supposed to be with. Tonight was the best night of my life. Nathan takes the soaped up sponge and washes it over my body, taking his time over my curves and blazing skin. He's tender with my body.

"Sore?" he asks.

"No. It was the best first time a girl could ask for. I appreciate you taking your time."

He bends forward and kisses my forehead.

Once he's done washing me, I do the same to him, running the soapy sponge over his muscled body. I take my time teasing him, slowly moving over his body, and he grins at me.

"I don't know what this is you are doing to me, Riley, but you're making me feel more alive than I've felt in years. Before you, I was only existing, a bane existence."

I smile at him. "I'm glad I can be of service, Professor."

He cringes when I call him professor.

"You make me sound old." He chuckles. "Yet, I'm only seven years older than you. At least in human years."

"I think it's a happy medium."

We step out of the shower, Nathan hands me a plush towel and I dry myself off, wrapping it around my body.

"Come on, I'll get you some clothes."

We pad back to his bedroom where some of the candles are still flickering a soft glow around the room. Nathan digs into his drawers and pa.s.ses me a pair of black boxers and a red, V-neck T-shirt, and I swiftly put them on. On second thought, I shove the pajamas aside, onto the chair.

"Now, let's get to bed, so you can get your beauty rest." He grins.

When he smiles, it's infectious and I can't help but smile back.

"Yeah, you'll need your energy," I tell him.

NATHAN.

I pull off all the rose petals from the bed, and blow out the last of the candles. Now only the moonlight shines through the room. I flip the sheets back and Riley slides in bed naked and puts her head on my shoulder. I caress her arm that's in the crook of our bodies. I can feel her falling asleep as her breathing slows to a steady pace. I stroke her hair with my arm that's wrapped around her and I hear her labored breathing. I take a moment a savor it, her in my arms, where she belongs.

Just the feeling of being with her and around her consumes me. I wish she could stay in my bed forever, by my side forever. I know we'll face obstacles, but it's worth it, she's worth it. She belongs to me now. The fact that she already has me, I feel like I can take on the world.

Suddenly my eyes flutter.

The morning breaks through the curtains, and I blink a few times, trying to listen to the sound I hear outside my closed door, and I realize its Felix the cat scratching to get in. Gently, I lift Riley's arm off my chest and slowly step off the bed. Opening the door, Felix makes a beeline for the bed, rubbing his nose on Riley's. She scrunches her nose, opens her eyes, and smiles at him. He rubs his head on hers and she pets him.

I slowly walk toward the bed and sit on the side to face her. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, lover," she says, smiling.

"Lover, huh?" I say.

"You are. Now get over here and kiss me."

I couldn't possibly say no. I lean forward and kiss her on her full lips. Walking to her side of the bed, I take her arms and pull her up. Her hair is in complete disarray and completely s.e.xy. I smile "Do you wake up this gorgeous every morning?"

"Duh," she says, teasing.

"Up you go." I pull her naked body up, and her arms wrap around my neck.

She stands. "What makes you think I want to leave this bed?"

"Because I'm making you breakfast."

"Well, why didn't you say so?"

She moves to the chair where the night clothes I gave her are. She picks them up.

"You don't need those," I say with a smirk.

She gives me a look, like are you kidding me.

"How about we compromise and I put the shirt on?"

"Boxers only," I tell her.

She looks at me, smirks, and pulls on the boxers.

"Perfect." She follows me downstairs, and Felix is right behind her. Entering the kitchen, I point to the chair, instructing her to sit. She obeys and sits at the breakfast nook. Opening the cabinet, I take two gla.s.ses and pour some orange juice in each, handing her one. I sip on mine while I get the bacon cooking. Felix rests at Riley's feet.

"I think Felix loves me." she smiles.

Then we hear a meow from under the table and we both laugh. "I guess he does. Are you sore from last night?"

"No."

She stands and walks toward me. I feel her arms wrap around my waist as she presses her face on my back. She showers it with soft and slow kisses. As her hands slide down.

"Don't start anything you can't finish."

"Oh, I plan on finishing," she says seductively, then kisses my neck.

"You are so going to pay for this torment after breakfast."

"Promises, promises Professor," she says, sitting back down.

I continue to make breakfast, even though I'm rock hard. She's definitely going to get it, on every surface in this place. I place a plate in front of her and sit on the opposite side of her.

"Mmm, you make breakfast and dinners. I just might keep you around," she says nonchalantly.

"You sure are talking a big game today, baby girl," I tell her. "I hope you aren't really sore, because I'm going to have you on every surface in this house."

She stops mid-chew and then continues chewing her food. We both eat our food in a hurry. I grab the plates and throw them in the sink. Then I move toward her, her eyes on me, and I pull her up from the chair. She stands facing me and I reach inside her boxers, stroking her c.l.i.t.

"Oh, so you're so wet, Riley. Mmmm."

She leans her head back as I stroke her and bites down on her lip. Slowly, I work the boxers down to the floor. "Well, I guess we'll start with the table." I lean forward, causing her to lean back, and I suck on her perking nipples. I nibble on each one, lightly biting down on them. I can feel her breathing becoming fast. She flattens her back on the table, her legs hanging off.

"Nathan. I. Need. You. Now," she says in between kisses.

"I know you do. And I plan on torturing you a little longer."

I slide a finger inside her and she whimpers. "Lie very still," I tell her, before leaving her there. I take my time, and when I come back she is still lying in the same position. I pull her arms above her head, and hold her arms in place while I thrust myself inside her. Her breathing hitches as I rock back and forth inside her. She moans aloud as I reach down to stroke her c.l.i.t, and she bucks against me. I bend down and kiss her beautiful mouth and nibble on her lower lip. She comes completely undone. Next thing I know, she pushes me up and hops off the table, and immediately gets on her knees. I stand as she looks up at me from her knees. Her doe eyes engulf me.

"Jesus, Riley!"

I shout, wrapping my hand in her long thick hair. She starts slowly, licking the tip, working her mouth around me a little at a time until I'm all the way in her mouth. She looks s.e.xy as f.u.c.k. She bobs her head up and down, back and forth, and twists her hand around my c.o.c.k as she does so. I'm about to come undone and she presses forward, continuing to suck and bob her head. I try to pull out before coming but she latches on like a force and I come.

She leans back and takes a finger to wipe her lips. "Did you just swallow that?"

She nods and smirks.

"You could have spit it out, I wouldn't have been offended."

She stands up. "I wanted to," she says.

"Well, one surface down, a lot more to go. I was not kidding about having you on every surface of this place. And I plan on doing just that all day long."

"G.o.d, you are h.o.r.n.y. I don't mind. I think I'll enjoy it, every single second."

"In that case, where should we start next?"

She puts a finger to her chin and looks around. "The couch."

"The couch it is."