Sorry it took me so long, but there it finally is :))
A little A/N; this chapter doesn't content a graphic smut, although there is smut here ;) Ah, also, I've changed the story title as you can see, and personally, I like this one much more than 'Dating'. :)
Hm, so yes... enjoy the reading. I hope you like this one :)
Ah, one more note: There is a song in the story. It's "Could I have this dance" by Anne Murray, and if you don't know it, I highly recommend to listen to it before reading.
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Since the morning she couldn't suppress the feeling of a nervous excitement, twisting her stomach and making her heart beat rapidly. She knew that Nick planned to prepare something, but she had no clue what it was. And she hated to not know things. He wouldn't say anything yesterday, slipping away from her apartment after they ate breakfast in bed and cuddled a little more. She called him first thing this morning, but he cleverly avoided her question. She couldn't even get out from him if they were going somewhere or staying in his house, and many questions started to buzz in her head. Did he plan dinner? Maybe wanted to take her to the theater? Or to the park? Or they would just stay at his place? There were so many possibilities, and with Nick she never could be sure.
The thoughts were tormenting her, anticipation eating her alive from inside, until came time for lunch and Ruby lunged into the library, tearing her away from the ideas floating through her mind, as Ruby squealed and pulled Belle into hug so tight, that she lost the air in her lungs.
Of course Ruby didn't forget about her friend's birthday, bringing a small cupcake from Granny's and a gift; a pair of beautiful earrings. They were from cheep silver, for what Belle was grateful, and they were really lovely. She put them on, their design creating a nice match with her dress.
Ruby stayed there for few hours, not really caring about her job when her friend had a birthday. But frankly, Belle knew the real reason from beginning, and it was not celebrating her birthday. Not entirely at least. She neglected her friend for a few days now, not giving her new updates about her relationship with Nick, and now she felt like she was at confession.
She didn't plan to tell Ruby everything, but of course her persistent friend broke through the wall and Belle blurted everything. To her surprise, Ruby didn't try to scold her for moving so fast, most contrary actually; she basically beamed from excitement wanting to know everything. And that meant utterly everything. At least Belle found some inner strength to not tell Ruby all the details; she was pretty sure that Nick wouldn't be amused if she would reveal all his secrets, especially to one of the most gossiping persons in town.
But eventually the visit ended, as Ruby had to go back. She bid Belle goodbye, wishing all good with Nick and making some improper allusions about what he could have planned, which made Belle blush.
It's been an hour now, since Ruby left, and Belle was all alone again, fidgeting with her hands, staring constantly at the phone, the book she tried to read laying forgotten somewhere beside the desk, and the thoughts darting back to her head, creating multiple nice scenarios.
When suddenly the door opened, she almost jumped, not realizing how much her musings had absorbed her. Her heart started to race fast when Nick came in. His face radiated with a bright smile as he approached closer to her, bowing in an courteous manner, as he produced a bouquet of beautiful red roses from behind his back.
"For my lovely lady" He titled his head up, looking at her from under lashes, smiling coyly as he waited for her to accept his offering.
She took the flowers from his hand with a small curtsey and he straightened, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a loving kiss at her cheek. His one hand reached for her palm, their fingers entwining together, and he took a small step back looking her up and down, making her blush.
"Ah, my beautiful princess…" he cooed, focusing his eyes at her face eventually and pulling her to him in a proper kiss. Mindful of the bouquet, she carefully wrapped her hands around his neck, holding him close, while reveling in his mouth gently sucking at her lower lip. Finally with a sigh she pulled back, squeezing his shoulder briefly, before stepping aside and heading to the back room. "Wait a second, okay?" She said, bright smile at her face, before she disappeared in the back.
Seconds later she was back, with a maroon vase in hand, which she placed at the desk and put the bouquet inside it. For a moment she bent down, breathing in the strong scent of red petals, the smell tickling her nostrils.
Finally she came back to Nick, who stood in the exactly the same place she left him, hands folded at the handle of his cane, his eyes soft and lips curved a little into this adorable, bashful smile.
She stopped before him, placing her hands at his shoulders and slipping them just under his black striped jacket, her fingers brushing against his silk velvet tie, material cool and smooth under her palm, and gliding down to his dark waistcoat, until they dwelled at the waist, wrapping around it. Her eyes were following the path of her hands, and now she raised them up, surveying his face, his hair noticeably combed differently than usual, being slicked back and, with no strands hovering over his face, it revealed the full shape of his handsome features, much to her delight.
He looked really elegant tonight, not only his clothes impeccable and jaw thoroughly shaved, but he even smelled somehow better. Not that he ever smelled bad, just it seemed that he put even more effort to his attire today than he usually did. And she could tell that he was a very meticulous man in principle…
And if he paid so much attention simply to his appearance, what will the rest of the evening look like? Oh, she simply couldn't wait...
Feeling uneasy under her rather intent staring, he shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat nervously, putting her out from the reverie. She smiled gently, reaching her hand for his free one, lacing their fingers together. "So… where are we going? Should I maybe change?" She picked up a neutral dress today; knee-length in a creamy hue and botanical print throughout, making her look really lovely and innocent, as Ruby pointed, but the velvet chiffon belt was adding a note of elegancy to it, making it good both for a casual visit as also for a little more formal appear. Still, she was dying from not knowing what he had in plans. Shame he always wear suits. If he didn't, this could have be some clue…
"Not telling, I'm afraid. It's a surprise, dearie" he said with a little chuckle and she felt an urge to smack him in the arm. Instead, she titled her head, looking at him with the expression which always made her father's heart melted; eyelashes flattering and her most sweetish smile gracing her face.
Nick just chuckled again, placing a quick kiss to her nose, before tapping at it with his index finger. "None of this with me, dearest. You should already learn that with me, a surprise is a surprise" She glared at him and then sighed in resignation. He placed his hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer, their faces mere inches from each other. "Besides… We won't want to destroy it, do we?" His hand moved to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly, while he smiled at her with this almost boyish smile.
"No, we don't" she agreed in a quiet voice, her tone barely louder from a whisper, as she leaned into his huge, warm palm.
After few minutes he drew his hand away, stepping a little aside and offering her his arm. "Shall we go?" She nodded, an enthusiasm and excitement returning to her at once, and she took his arm, locking the library when they exited.
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From the way they rode she deduced that they headed to his house. She actually preferred that option; a nice, cameral environment, rather than crowded, sultry restaurant. When they reached the mansion, she was all a ball of excitement, but somehow she managed to sit still in the car, waiting for him to open the door and help her out. She knew how these courteous manners were important to him, and although they weren't to her, she still wanted to respect it. And well, frankly, it was quite sweet too.
When they walked inside, Nick locked the door and shook off his jacket, hanging it at the hanger and, slipping his hand into Belle's, led them to the living room. He stopped before the couch, and released her hand, pointing at the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable and I will bring everything" She nodded and returned his smile, sitting and stretching out her limbs while he disappeared in the kitchen.
Through next several minutes, doing a few quick rounds he brought from kitchen plates with Chicken Drumsticks and fries, dishes with salads, some Bruschettas as an appetizers, and fresh orange juice and Chianti Classico wine to drink, together with four glasses. Everything he placed at the table, adding few scented candles with rose aroma. "I hope you will like it… I didn't have too much time to cook, so…" he trailed off, shrugging and giving her a shy smile.
Belle's jaw dropped to the floor. She didn't expect anything in particular, but surely she didn't expect a dinner like in a refined restaurant, and most of all, cooked by his own hands. She looked at him with wide eyes, while he lit the candles. "Nick, you didn't have to…" Her eyes stung with unshed tears, the ones of utter emotion and happiness.
"But I wanted to…" He set aside the matchbox and sat next to her, looking at her coyly, "You deserve all the best, sweetheart. And besides… in a day as special as today, we couldn't just eat a pizza or hamburger" He softly chuckled, but the sound died in his throat when she reached for him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in a tight embrace, with her lips softly brushing against his. "Oh Nick, thank you" She gave him a big, shining smile.
His hands settled at her hips, as he looked at her with a serious expression. "Not need to thank me, Belle. I would do anything for you, and this-" he nodded at the table, "is really a small thing".
For a moment they both fell into silence, just looking and holding at each other, and she could see in his eyes that he meant what he said. He really would do anything for her. He didn't give a damn about other people, except for his lost son maybe, but he did care about her, her from all the people, and she just couldn't not give him right now a sweet, deep kiss, her lips and tongue seizing his passionately.
When she finally let him go, his eyes were half-closed, face slightly flushed, and he was panting as if he just ran a marathon. "What was that for?" She smiled at him with an honest wide smile, cupping his hot cheek gently into her small palm. "For being the best man" Her eyes were firmly locked with his, showing him how sincere her words were, just like his before. He gulped, averting his gaze from her for a brief moment, and his cheeks started to burn a lovely red shade. A little, uncertain smile sprouted at his face, as he looked into her eyes again, and she squeezed his hand slightly, before glancing at the table.
She surveyed the contents of it, her stomach giving suddenly a loud roar, announcing that was empty since the morning. She purred herself a glass of juice, as Nick filled the second glasses with the wine, and she reached for bruschetta with Mozzarella and Tomato, sprinkled with basil.
They both ate the appetizers in quiet, and when they reached for the main course, he broke the silence, asking about her day. She told him about Ruby's visit, recalling her excitement and words of acceptance for their relationship. Nick almost choked with his chicken at that, and she gently slapped his back when he started to cough, as she silently tittered at his reaction.
When he finally calmed down, evening his breath after taking a sip of juice, he looked at her solemnly, taking her small hand in his large two. "As much as unbelievable it is, I am really very glad that your best friend approves me… Approves us. This means much to me, Belle, knowing that there is someone who won't look at you disapprovingly because of your association with me" Once more tears appeared in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to stop them from dropping.
"It means much to me too" She squeezed his hand, a little smile at her face, and a silence settled between them again, as they looked at each other fondly. Finally he cleared his throat, letting go of her palm and standing, starting to gather dishes. She stood too, but he pointed with his head at the couch. "Sit Belle, please. I will do it"
"But-"
"It's your day, sweetheart. So you are not doing anything today" his tone was persistent, and she sighed deeply, sinking into soft couch again, as he carried first plates back to the kitchen. She sat herself comfortably and took her glass of wine, sipping it slowly, as she watched him walking carefully between kitchen and living room. Before the table had been cleaned up, she already finished her drink and put the glass at the table.
The last time he walked out from the kitchen, he carried a plate with a cake, and her jaw dropped again.
"I hope you still have place in your stomach" he gave her another of his lovely coy smiles, as he put down the plate. It was a really nice cake, bought obviously, as she really doubted he would have time to bake it. There was one candle at the middle, blazing brightly. "Come on, make a wish" He prompted and she beamed at him, before turning back to the cake and taking a deep breath. She didn't have to think long, she knew what her wish will be. She released the breath, blowing out the flame.
She grinned again and looked at Nick, thinking that he will grab the knife and cut a piece. But he didn't, instead reaching to the pocket in his pants, taking out a small blue box. "Happy birthday, darling" he stretched out his hand, waiting for her to take the box, and she was utterly speechless. She didn't expect any presents from him... Carefully she reached for the box, unpacking it and she let out a little gasp when she opened it.
Taking out a beautiful silver necklace, she looked at Nick with wide and wary eyes. "Nick…" He raised his palm, interrupting her. "It wasn't expensive, I promise. I didn't forget what you said yesterday" His tone was sincere, but she was sure that the piece was expensive either way, after all there was a huge money difference between them, and what was not expensive for him, would take her a months of hard work to be able to afford. But well, did it matter that much anyway…? He tried to respect her wish, and now he was looking at her hopefully, uncertainty written at his face.
She put the box aside and dropped her gaze back to the necklace, spinning it around her fingers. It was a beautiful thing, small and light, with little sapphire fitted into a shape of heart. When directed under the light, it shone brightly, making a mesmerizing view. "It's… It's beautiful…" she uttered, a single tear dropping before she could even notice that it appeared in her eye, and she quickly wiped it.
Nick relaxed visibly, his face lighting up and stretching in a huge smile, and he took carefully the ornament from her hands, motioning to her to turn around. When she did, he brushed aside her hair, his fingers lingering at her neck for a second, making her shiver, before he placed the necklace around it, closing the fastening quickly with his deft fingers.
She turned back to him, and he regarded her with a pleased expression. "Wow…" was only what he could master, and the blush raised at her face, coloring her cheeks and probably reaching her neck too.
"Thank you" she pecked him in the lips, before she hid her head in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped around him tightly, as his around her. She breathed in deeply into his intoxicating scent, a trace of his pine cologne mixed with this little muskiness being his own unique scent.
When they finally drew away from each other, he reached for the knife and cut two pieces of the cake, a brilliant smile not leaving their both faces. They ate the cake in a pleasant silence, savoring the sweet flavor of dark and white chocolate and the little pieces of strawberries hiding inside. They only managed to eat one slice, their stomachs already full and sated.
For few minutes they just sat in quiet, sipping the wine slowly, their free hands joined together.
Suddenly Nick put his glass of wine at the table, and let go of her hand, grabbing his cane instead and he stood, walking to the music player, putting a CD there and turning it on. She smiled. Yes, some music would be nice for the mood. But instead of placing himself next to her at the couch, Nick stopped before her, dropping his cane at the floor and bending down slightly, one hand extended and one behind his back. "May I have this dance, miss?" he asked, as the lovely melody started to play in the background.
Her jaw hung open for a moment, before she gathered herself into one piece and placed her hand into his. He straightened, pulling her up, his face illuminated by his sweet, boyish smile, a happy gleam in his brown eyes. She smiled back, but then shot a worry glance at the discarded cane. "What about your leg?" she asked with a concern, not wanting him to cause himself any pain just due to keep her entertained on her birthday.
"Don't worry about it, darling" he said dismissively, backing away a few steps, pulling her with him, so to be more at the middle of the room.
I'll always remember the song they were playin', The first time we danced and I knew…
First words started to play and he placed his hands at her waist, drawing her closer to him, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he started to slowly sway them in the rhythm of the song.
As we swayed to the music and held to each other, I fell in love with you.
They were looking at each other, mouth smiling and eyes gleaming, and she felt a weird pang in her heart at the last words. Did she love him? She knew he was special for her, and she felt special while being with him. Her feelings were definitely affectionate towards him, but if that was indeed a love?
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night?
Her heart raced, threatening to leave her chest, as the words of the songechoed in her head. Nick suddenly took her one hand in his own, raising it aloft as he spun her around her axis, and when she faced him again, he pulled her even closer to him than she was before.
When we're together, it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
She rested her head at his shoulder, eyes closed and lips almost touching the skin at his neck, and she sank into his embrace, pressing into him with all her body, his wiry shape so pleasurable under hers, while she listened to the beautiful song and swayed with Nick in the slow rhythm, his chin coming to rest atop her head and his hot breath puffing at her hair.
I'll always remember that magic moment, When I held you close to me.
'Cause we moved together, I knew forever, You're all I'll ever need…
It felt definitely like a magical moment. They were close before, intimate even, but this; right now, there was something special about it. The words of the song resounded in her mind and heart, and when she pressed her lips at his neck, feeling his hot skin and quick pulse, her own identical, she had no doubts about her feelings anymore. It wasn't just affection; her feelings reached much deeper than that. She was in love. Truly, honestly, her heart belonged to him.
And subconsciously, she felt, that his feelings were the same.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together, it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
She pulled back a little, moving her hands from his neck to take hold of his, and as she joined their fingers together she looked him deeply in the eyes, before smiling and resting her forehead against his. They were barely moving anymore, just staying in place, their bodies rocking from side to side leisurely.
It didn't matter really. The dance wasn't important now, wasn't at all from beginning. Their closeness was. Their feelings. The realization she made.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together, it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
The last verse he sang simultaneously with the singer, his voice quiet and soft, really heartfelt, and suddenly hot tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.
He sighed lightly and backed his head away, looking at her with a sheepish smile. She wanted to say 'I love you', but the words somehow didn't want to cross the big lump in her throat. He seemed to have the same problem, as he swallowed hard few times, and finally leaned down to grab her lips in a long, passionate kiss, lasting long after their song changed into another, but she didn't even pay attention at that.
They didn't say the words, but they both could feel them, the reflection of them in their kiss; in their bodies and mouth mend together, tongues affectionately stroking against each other, fingers laced together tightly and their hearts galloping in an union. Every cell of her body was signing and she sighed contentedly into his mouth, not being able to stay quiet.
He pulled back, smiling brightly and brining their hands up, kissing the backs of her palms fondly.
Releasing one of her hands, he reached for the music player and turned it off, a weird silence suddenly enveloping them. They sat at the couch, still holding by hands, while with free they reached for their glasses of wine, suddenly both feeling thirsty.
When she emptied her glass and put it back at the coffee table, Nick doing the same as well, she leaned her head at his shoulder, closing her eyes briefly, suddenly feeling a little tipsy from all the wine. Or maybe just dizzy from all the feelings that were rushing through her right now. Or maybe both.
He let go of her hand, only to slip into her palm his left hand, his right wrapping around her shoulders, fingers stroking her bare arm affectionately.
A sudden giggle escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and then another at the thought of her silliness, making her actually even more silly, laughing from no good reason. It really had to be all this wine… Nick didn't comment, nor he laugh with her, just looked at her puzzled, with a little, uncertain smile twitching the corners of his mouth. Oh, such a sweet thing he was… She giggled again, and traced her finger alongside his jaw line.
Pleasant warmth was spreading in her insides, flutters tickling in her stomach, and she knew exactly what she needed right now. Without a warning she cupped him through his pants, gently stroking, the wine she drank making her bolder. A started gasp darted from his throat and he looked at her dumbstruck, and she grinned lasciviously, her grip becoming firmer as she could feel him starting to harden.
His expression changed quickly, wicked smile at his lips as he pulled her up, so she straddled him, and he kissed her senselessly. She melted into his arms, her hands reaching for his tie, managing to loosen it and take off through his head. The waistcoat was a more problematic, as Nick's mouth moved to her neck, distracting her greatly. Finally she managed to open it, and he threw the garment at the floor, not bothering to even look at the direction. The shirt was next, and right now, she truly hated his three-pieced suits. He traced kisses along her collarbone, and her hands shook too much to cope with those damn little buttons.
She made an irritated sound and he chuckled softly, drawing his mouth away from her, and gently pushing her a little, indicating for her to stand. When she did, he reached for the purple chiffon belt of her dress, tugging at the ends and loosening it, until it dropped to the floor.
He stood up, standing behind her, and reached for the zipper, opening her dress slowly, with his face close to her neck, his hot breath at her sensitive skin and his proximity sending a warm waves through her body.
Disposed of the dress, she trembled when his tongue traced the line of her spine, down and up again, sucking at her neck when his mouth reached it.
He pulled away from her suddenly and she turned to look at him. He was fumbling with his shirt, his efforts as clumsy as hers, because his fingers were shaking too. Finally he got rid of the material and abruptly wrapped his hands around her, capturing her bottom lip between his, tugging and nipping at it slightly.
She whimpered and slid her hands down his back, her nails lightly grazing the skin, making him shiver. She moved them at his front, starting to unbuckle and unzip his pants. This part was easier and in matter of seconds they were both standing only in their undergarments and shoes. The last they quickly get rid of, before sitting back at the sofa, she straddling his lap again.
Mouth still merged together, he unbuckled her bra, which ended somewhere at the floor just as the rest of their clothes. He traced his lips along her jaw and down her neck, reaching her breasts and taking a deep care of them. Not able to stop herself, she started to grind against him, they both groaning at the contact of her dampness with his hardness. He reached his free hand to her panties, sliding it inside and caressing her, as she panted and wriggled against him.
Eventually, pressure becoming not bearable, she let herself go away into this blissful oblivion, her body spasming and shaking, and she leaned against his chest, breathing heavily as she tried to retrieve her senses.
Her breath evening and mind slightly clearer, she pulled back a little, her hands sliding down and up his chest, as she looked into his eyes. She was aware of his need, noticeably pressing against her, but she contemplated something else. She still felt aroused, and really wanted to make this day even more special, to become one with Nick, feel all of him. It wasn't just a thought of moment, she thought about it all night. But how should she indicate what she desired? Nick cherished openness, but if asking about it is right? And how should she even form the words?
Her inner debate didn't escape his notice, even the state he was in, and he stroked her cheek tenderly to direct her mind back at him. "Tell me, sweetheart, what is it? What do you want?" his tone was soft and kind, although with a note of lust he inevitably felt right now.
She chewed at her bottom lip for a while, trying to form the words in her head, before letting them pass her mouth. "Could we… perhaps… um… do it?" Well, these were not the words she had in mind, but nothing intelligible didn't want to pass through the knot in her throat, and already her face was all burning from embarrassment.
He frowned, confused. "Do what?" She blinked and swallowed heavily, taking a deep breath and trying to find her voice, so to not sound squeaky. Truly, she wanted to run and hide in some corner. But well, do the brave thing and bravely will follow…
"Y'know…" she made a pause, swallowing one more time and dropping her gaze at his chest. "Make love…" she finally uttered, words just a weak whisper. After a few seconds of deafening silence she risked looking at his face again, noticing a wave of shock which crossed through it.
She felt really small right now; small, weak and embarrassed, as she was looking at him sheepishly, her face intensely red, and he just kept gazing at her with this expression, shock mixed with disbelief, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
Finally he seemed to wake from his trance, and he searched through her face, his lips trying to form into a little, reassuring smile. "Are you sure, darling? I don't want to hurt you… I can wait sweetheart, we don't need to be rushing with it…" His hands were sliding up and down her arms tenderly, his tone gentle and eyes soft, but also a note of hope at his features.
She immediately felt more confident and a little less embarrassed, his genuine concern taking a firm hold of her already swollen heart. "I am sure, Nick. I really want this" she managed to keep her voice steady and confident, knowing that the slightest shaking or stutter would make him doubt her certainty.
He fell silent for a moment again.
"I don't have any protection" he finally mumbled, and she smiled reassuringly. "I am on the pill. Medical reasons" And for the first time she was so happy about that fact.
He seemed to drift away deep into thoughts, being silent and motionless for a few long moments, but finally he nodded. "Okay. But tell me if something will be wrong, Belle" he sounded unsure, still obviously afraid that he would hurt her, but she knew he won't. Not in a way of real hurting, as she was aware that the first time often could be a little painful.
"Should we go to the bedroom?"
"No… Let's stay here" She didn't really want to move anywhere right now, and it was quite a way to his bedroom, especially considering his bad leg... He nodded in agreement, giving her a little half-smile, and he took off his socks, before carefully he lied her down on the couch, placing himself above her.
He kissed her lips tenderly and she wrapped her hands around his neck, raking them through his soft hair. His fingers hooked at the waistband of her panties, taking them down slowly, and they landed at the floor, his boxers quickly joining.
He settled himself between her legs and she took his length into her palm, trying to return to him the arousal which already had left him a little. But he seemed to be nervous, his muscles tensed and mouth trembling when they moved against her owns. Her hand moving to his shoulder, she pushed him back a little, and looked him in the eyes, with seemed to be alight with anxiety.
She immediately stilled the hand wrapped around his cock, the second moving from his shoulder to his face, touching his cheek slightly. "What's wrong, Nick?"
He shook his head, jaw clenching, but finally he gave up, and let go a loud, pained sigh. "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Belle. I… haven't done this... in a long time." He silently confessed, his eyes looking everywhere except for her face. "And my wife… she was never happy when… we did it…" he looked at her with worried and apologetic expression, his eyes red and shining.
She smiled reassuringly and cupped his face in both her hands. "Your wife didn't obviously know what a wonderful man she had. But I do. And you're making me feel all the good and wonderful emotions and feelings I've never felt before." She stroked his cheeks and lips with the tips of her fingers, trying to show him in her face and gestures that she really meant what she said. Deep inside she wanted to murder this woman, who gave him so many damn insecurities. Poor thing, he was so afraid that he will displease her, although he already knew he didn't in their previous encounters. But well, this was different from what they did earlier. Much different.
She gave him soft kiss at the top of his nose, before placing her hands at his chest, caressing it gently. "You never disappointed me earlier and you won't now too. All I want is to feel you, Nick. I already had my release, so don't worry if you will find yours, before I could find mine again" she said reassuringly, drawing her nails through his nipples, inwardly praising herself for being able to utter such words.
His concerns and restrains seemed to be melting away the longest she talked and caressed him, and she cupped his erection again, stroking him firmly while her mouth closed at his neck, and he finally relented, giving up to her attentions, his own hands moving under her head and back, and his face resting in the crook of her neck.
When the arousal came back to him fully and her hand drew him suddenly to close to his release, he took it in his own and kissed her lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck, while one of his own slid down to her opening, and he let out a little gasp when he felt her soaking wetness.
Taking hold of his cock he nudged her folds for a moment to spread more wetness around the tip, while he looked her deeply into eyes. "Are you absolutely sure Belle? We can still stop this".
She pulled his face close to hers, kissing his lips hotly. "Yes, I'm sure". She gave him a small smile, reassuring him and encouraging at the same time, and he swallowed, nodding faintly.
She placed her right leg at the outside of his thigh, her hands spreading at his back, and with their eyes still locked with each other, he started to very slowly and carefully entering her, stopping when the head slipped in, and giving her time to adjust. She sighed at the feeling of this little intrusion, and he leaned down, kissing her cheek, while stroking her jaw with his thumb. "It will be unpleasant, painful probably, I'm afraid" he whispered and she nodded, worrying her lip with her teeth, her heart pounding insanely from excitement and anticipation.
With one firm stroke he pushed forward, feeling her hymen breaking, and she gasped and hissed, nails digging into his back, eyes clenching shut and head throwing backwards. He tried to soothe her, to drive away the pain, as he gently stroked her abdomen, and kissed every part of her face tenderly, until her muscles finally loosened. Her eyes flew open, and she looked down for a second, at the place where their bodies were joined, and he followed her gaze.
When their eyes met again, there were still some tensed creases at her face, but she was also smiling, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. He smiled down at her too, kissing her lips reverently, before searching her eyes for confirmation that it was okay for him to start to move.
She nodded, understanding his unspoken question, and he experimentally pulled back a little, slowly sliding in all the way he could in their current position, and they both gasped at the sensation.
Very slowly and carefully he started to move inside her, and she shifted a little, her hands roaring against his back, legs hooked at his thighs… and oh god, being flesh to flesh with her, her hot, wet tightness surrounding his cock, it all felt so terrifically good…
He almost completely lost himself in this wonderful sensation, when his damn ankle chose this moment to manifest itself. He cursed under his breath when a sudden sharp pain shot through his entire leg, and he gritted his teeth, trying to keep a calm mask at his face. He shifted slightly, but it was not enough, his leg still screaming in agony.
He stilled his movements and grunted, pulling his cock out gently, as to not hurt her accidently with his maneuvering. The couch wasn't that good place to do it after all…
He shifted and wriggled, changing angles, trying to find a good position for his leg so it stopped aching, when suddenly he lost his balance, the couch too small and narrow for his hectic movements, and in one moment being at the soft surface, Belle's warm smooth body beneath him, the next moment he found himself lying sprawled at the fluffy rug, his back hitting it with a bang.
He cursed aloud, and glared at Belle when she giggled from her place at the sofa, looking at him with amusement. Well, it was ridiculous, really… He grinned back, chuckling softly with her.
But the aching in his ankle came back then, sharper than previously, and he hissed, raising to a sitting position with his knees flexed, as he closed his fingers around the ankle, trying to lessen the pain.
Belle stopped laughing immediately and jumped off from the couch, kneeling next to him, bating away his hand and taking a gentle hold of his damaged leg herself. "Does it hurts much?" she asked with worry, her face sad when she looked at his, her fingers massaging the sore wrinkled flesh tentatively.
"No, not that much… not anymore…" he managed weakly, his body sprawling back against the rug as the pain started to disappear slowly under her gentle caress.
Fingers still stroking his ankle, she leaned down, placing small kisses at his stomach and up his chest, taking one nipple between her lips and lapping at it gently with her tongue. He made a pathetic, whimpering sound, the pain almost imperceptible now and his cock twitching with desire.
He grasped her shoulders, pulling her up and kissing senselessly, as he rolled them back, pinning her beneath him. Reaching for her knee, he bent it and tucked around his waist, aligning with her and pushing into her gently. She gasped when his cock stretched her tightness again, and her arms wrapped around his neck, her head cast back, exposing her delicious throat for his mouth. He locked them there, sucking gently, cautious to not leave an unbidden mark, while he rocked into her carefully, able to fully savor the feeling now, when his leg was comfortably settled.
Propping up at the elbows and knees, he moved slowly inside her, her inexpert hips trying to meet his thrusts, and oh, how wonderful she felt around him… He buried his head in her neck, groaning, as he slightly sped up, her little whimpers and sighs blowing into his ear.
Her one hand moved to his back, nails scratching just above his arse, and suddenly he could feel a tight knots starting to tie in his stomach, all the sensations and pleasure too big to handle, and the control too difficult to maintain, and he started to grind inside her harder, needing more, needing faster.
It was too soon, much too soon, but a white bliss started to blur his vision, his hips jerking frantically, and he pressed his body more into Belle's, averting his head from her neck to kiss her lips hard, her open mouth swallowing his growl when his orgasm took over him.
Spent, his body a useless mess of flaccid limbs, his weak, shaking arms gave up and he collapsed on Belle, panting on her neck, and his muscles quaking in aftershocks.
She seemed not to mind that however, her soft arms circulating him, rubbing his sweaty hot back in soothing circles and her wet lips softly caressing his ear. He felt positively languor, his heart and soul light and free, possibly for the first time in his life.
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His senses finally retrieving, he slipped out from her and rolled them, pulling Belle on the top, so she straddled his thighs. Tentatively he pecked her cheek and brushed a chestnut curl behind her ear, suddenly realizing with dread that he was not too gentle with her. "Are you okay, sweetheart? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She shook her head, shifting a little to settle herself more comfortably, and she looked at him a bit shyly. "You didn't, and I'm fine… A little bit sore, but fine". She smiled, and he swallowed, the knowledge that she could be in even the smallest pain squeezing his heart severely.
"And… um… how was it, generally? Did it feel any good?" his voice was quiet and hopeful, hoping that he gave her at least a little of pleasure, being aware that in his selfishness and weakness he finished before she could reach her peak, just as he feared that will happen, and his mind was now full of recalled images of disappointed faces of his first wife every time he did not pleased her in the bedroom. He remembered Belle's words to not worry about it, but it wasn't fine still, and even more not fine if she haven't experienced any pleasure at all… and the mere thought frightened him greatly.
Belle averted her gaze for a second, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth, as if she contemplated what to answer him, whether to tell the truth or not. Gently cupping her cheek, he smiled at her reassuringly, masking his own fear as best he could. "You can be honest with me, darling" He stroked her rosy cheek with his thumb, his other hand caressing her back, and she locked her eyes with him, blushing even more and nodding coyly.
"It… it was uncomfortable, especially at the beginning… But it was pleasant too" she hurried when his face fell at her first words. "It was good, truly, just not a… mind blinding experience."
His face fell again, a guilt written at it all. "I'm really sorry…"
"Don't be" she smiled, leaning a little more into him. "Who says it should be perfect, especially for the first time? Yes, it wasn't perfect, but it was still very nice… And I'm sure the next times will feel better, when my body accustoms to it and we both stop to be so nervous... And you did nothing wrong, Nick, don't even think that you did" she reassured him, kissing his lovely lips, her fingers scraping slightly at the sensitive skin just under his ears, eliciting from him a sweet purr of delight, as his body finally started to relax.
Yes, it wasn't a wonderful experience, her body aching and sore more than she admitted to him, but it didn't matter. For that few minutes they were joined, one body and one soul, and it was the most entrancing thing in the world.
His arms pulled her yet closer, into a gentle hug, his lips leaving hers when he nuzzled into her neck. "I hoped for this day to be so special… to be so perfect… and I kinda destroyed it. I'm really sorry, Belle…" he breathed against her skin, and she wanted to smack him in the head, thrust some self-confidence in it maybe. Instead she squeezed him tighter, kissing his bare shoulder. "You didn't destroy anything about this day, Nick. And frankly, it's been my best birthday ever".
He pulled back, his eyes searching her face, a doubtful expression gracing his features. "Really?"
"Yes, really." She smiled broadly, folding her arms around his neck. "And you made it special, Nick." she said with an emphasis, sliding her hand across the outline of his face. "You've put so much effort into it, so much care… and I truly had a great time. It was a memorable day, in all the best ways, and it was all thanks to you, sweetie" She kissed his both cheeks lovingly, and then kissed his lips. "Thank you" she breathed into his open mouth, before drawing away, when a sudden yawn took over her. It really was quite a day for her, and she didn't even realize how tired she in fact was.
He beamed for a second, eventually seeming to believe her, before his face changed and a crease appeared between his brows, when she yawned again. "Shall we go to the bedroom? Or do you prefer to be driven back to your apartment? I can't drive after drinking all this wine, but I can call for a taxi, so if…" he started to jabber, trailing off when she without a word extracted herself from his embrace. She stood up and, blushing at her nude and disheveled state, only her new necklace gracing her body, she reached for his hands to help him up.
"I would rather stay here" she replied with a coy smile when he was at his feet, and she picked up his cane from the floor, passing it over to him. Her hand never left his, as she led him upstairs and into warm bed.
For a change, this night she was the one to snuggle, pillowing her head on his chest, nestling into him comfortably, as his arms held her close and safe.
She didn't exaggerate when she told him how special this day was. Because she truly felt it that way. Amazing and special, not like any other birthdays she had, neither not like any other dates with him.
From all the nice scenarios she had in her head earlier, she didn't expect something... so wonderful.
This was truly memorable, all day, every single minute of it…
And when she dozed off, she dreamed about their dance, the words of the song echoing in her head, while Nick's sweet smiles and loving glances flashed before her eyes.
I'll always remember that magic moment, When I held you close to me.
'Cause we moved together, I knew forever, You're all I'll ever need…