Hi everyone! So this is my first fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy. Reviews are appreciated. Defy Gravity!
-wickedtomboy
Don't Go
Prologue
It started two months ago. We were both drunk. And she is just so…gorgeous. So, I slept with her. Yes, it was cheating but I love her. More than he ever will. I know she felt something too. Because if she didn't, we wouldn't be where we are now.
Here's how it goes. She'll text: I need you. I'll reply: whenever you are ready, I'll be here. An hour later, she come over and we'll have sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex. Then we will go on with our lives, you don't talk about feelings…no…you just go to the set,film a scene and pretend nothing happened. We are just NayNay and HeMo. Best friends. Nothing more.
I wish we were more, I wish I could hold and kiss her anytime I want. And it's starting to hurt…I don't know how much longer I can take. I just love her…so much.
Chapter One
"Naya..." Heather whispered as I started to suck on her pulse point. My hands traveled up her perfectly crafted abs and I began to gently massage her breasts through the material of her bra. She groaned against my ear as she began sucking on the lobe.
Taking this as a good sign, I reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, then returning my hands to her soft mounds. I slowly started leading us over to the bed. She laid down, then pulled me on top of her. My favorite place to be.
This time it was her turn to remove my bra, she did so gracefully, then threw it across the room. She began to rub her angel soft hands over my chest. My nipple hardened instantly at her touch. Once I was sure I left a mark on her flawless skin, I began to place light kisses down her neck and between the valley of her breasts.
I began to place kisses all along her left breast then finally taking her nipple into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the small mound and began to suck. Heather gasped then let out a small moan. Her right hand moved up to my hair as she pressed my head closer to her. I moved over to her right breast, giving it the same treatment. As I began licking, I felt her hips lift up off the bed, looking for more friction.
My right hand was groping her left breast, but I sensed her need, so I slowly moved my hand down towards her center. I let my fingers lightly trace every single one of her abs before reaching the waistband of her underwear. I pulled my mouth away from her breast, receiving a slight whimper from Heather, but once she realized I was trying to remove her last article of clothing, she quickly raised her hips off the bed. I helped her out of her underwear and she helped me out of mine.
I began to crawl back up her body. Placing a kiss right on her sex.
"Naya…please." Heather begged. I placed a kiss on her stomach and then one on each breast. I then hovered above her delicious lips.
"I know, baby." I said then I kissed her. I released every emotion into that kiss. Lust, love, sadness. All of them. I wanted her to feel everything I was feeling. When I broke the kiss, she looked at me…breathless. I stared deep into her eyes. Looking for the same feelings. She knows she kills me. I love her and she does this to me.
"Nay, baby…" Heather whispers. I blink, then look back into her eyes, I kiss her, then push two fingers into her opening.
"Nay!" Heather shouts as her hips pulse up into mine. I can feel her wetness soaking my fingers. I begin to thrust into her, slowly at first, then I start to pick up the pace.
"Yes, Naya!" Heather yells. Her hands crawling at my back. I never break eye contact with her, even when I bring my thumb up to rub at her swollen clit.
"Oh! Please!" Heather pants. Her hips matching my pace. I began to thrust harder into her. Wanting her to feel how much I love her. How much pain she causes me. I feel myself slowly breaking every time she looks at me. Every touch. Every second I breathe the same air as her. I want her to feel it, all of it.
I keep up the pace. Continuously rubbing at her clit while thrusting deep inside her. I began to curl my fingers at just the right moment.
"Naya! I'm gonna…I'm gonna," I start to feel her walls begin to clench.
"What do you want baby?" I said, breathless. I no longer curled my fingers, waiting for her to respond.
"Nay…please, make…me-"
"Make you what?"
"Nay! Make me cum!" I always made her say it. Just so I know, she knows, that I can make her feel this way. I look in her crystal-blue eyes, thrust one more time, and curl my fingers. I immediately feel her body shake violently underneath me. Her hips push up high off the bed. Her hands dig into my back, leaving marks. Her muscles were pulsing around my fingers. Her mouth formed a perfect "O". She held me close to her as I helped her ride it out.
Her breathing slowly returned to normal, her muscles stopped pulsing, and she nuzzled her head against my neck, placing soft kisses against my flesh. This was always a sign that she was done. I pulled my two fingers out of her. I turned my head down to look at her, she stopped kissing my neck and looked up.
"Your amazing." She whispered, she reached up and pushed hair out of my face.
"No…you are." I responded. I captured her lips against my own. Savoring her unique taste. I could feel her hand starting to ease its way down my body. I stopped her. I knew she was tired, she had a long day. That's why she texted me.
"This is about you. To make you feel better." I said against her lips. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Thank you." I rolled off of her and laid by her side. She turned and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close, and rested my head on top of hers. Soon, I felt her breath start to even out. I knew she was asleep. And a minute later, so was I.
I woke up two hours later, to the sound of Heather getting dressed. I looked at the clock: 3 a.m. She's right on time. But she can't leave, not tonight, not again. I need her. I love her.
She walked over to my dresser and grabbed her purse.
"Heather, please…" She turned and looked at me, only for a second, before she turned and walked out the door.
"Don't go."
