Page 79 of Waiting Forever
Push it away, I remind myself, and repeat the words in my head that my therapist told me after the incident.
“Reliving that moment is a choice only you can make. No one has the right to push that memory on you or make you talk about what happened. It is your personal experience, yours alone to share or keep to yourself. Yours to move past should you choose. You are in control.”
I haven’t had to recall her words since I moved here. Nathan has been an amazing distraction. Azure, too. Even Harper, with all her drama. It keeps my brain occupied and keeps me in the present, a much better place than the past.
My phone vibrates again. I’m almost afraid to look at the screen.
The text is from Nathan.
It’s done! We own the condo! You and me, baby! Time to celebrate. Are you finished at school? Can I pick you up? I’m about 5 minutes away.
My heart almost leaps from my chest. I love that he’s asking me. He’s come a long way from his commands and overprotective fatherly behavior. I also love how he keeps referring to the condo asours. Not once has he said it’shis.
Yes! Meet you by the curb.
I grab my bag and hurry outside, excitement racing through me. Does this mean we’re finally going to have sex?
He’s been adamant that we wait until we move into the condo. I was worried the closing might be delayed since we just toured the condo a few days ago. I’m relieved it worked out as planned.
Nathan and I have been making out everywhere in my room—the bathroom counter, the closet, the bed—but nowhere else in the house. Not the kitchen, the family or dining room, and not anywhere near his bedroom. Not even on the second floor.
These are places he made out or had sex with other girls, including Harper, and he’s determined not to taint anything we do by reusing those spots. It’s sweet, and I get it. I made the stink about his bed and not wanting to mess around on it or have sex.
But sometimes I get so turned on by him, I don’t care anymore. I want him inside me. I dream about it, and I know he does, too.
The sooner we move into this condo, the better.
30
Nathan
I WALK INTO Kensi’s bedroom to see if she’s finished packing. After I picked her up from campus, I explained we needed to go home so she could pack an overnight bag for our celebration, and that I have a surprise for her. She didn’t ask if we’re sleeping at the condo tonight, but I know she assumed that was the surprise. What I have planned is so much more.
My mom had to help with the execution. I can’t wait to see the surprise on Kensi’s face. I’m also certain my mom suspects I care for Kensi in more than a friendly way, which I denied, of course. At least, I wasn’t lying when she asked if I’d slept with Kensi and I replied with a firm no. I almost added not even close, but thatwouldhave been a lie.
I’ve had her naked and spread for me, her knees hooked over my shoulders while she orgasmed on my tongue. It was hot as fuck. I love the sounds she makes and the expression on her face when she comes. Her cheeks turn rosy, and I swear her skin glows.
She seems to love having my cock in her mouth and each time, she performs a new trick—something she learned from that sex-toy party. In all ways, she’s a surprise and keeps me guessing without even trying.
Tonight, I’m going to bury myself inside her sweet, tight pussy. It’s going to be nirvana. If she’s up for it, I bought some new toys I’d love to use on her. Nothing crazy, but they will definitely enhance the experience for her. I’m no stranger to sex toys.
Some girls I’ve been with carried them in their purses and used them as a lure to get laid. If the girls forgot the toys, I’d add them to my collection drawer and had no problem reusing them with other girls if they wanted. Harper had a few toys of her own. I knew she used them without me, too.
When I mentioned my supplies to Kensi, I meant flavored lube, stimulating gel, a mask, and soft-lined handcuffs—all for her pleasure. And mine. It’s hot as hell to take a girl higher than she imagined.
I wouldn’t dare use one of the leftover vibrators I have on Kensi. I keep shit clean, but they were used with other women and Kensi deserves her own collection. I’m almost positive she’ll be into whatever I bring into the bedroom. However, I don’t want to push her. Although I bought enough supplies to drive her into a sexual parallel universe she’s never experienced, I’m taking tonight slow. I stopped by the condo and readied the bedroom for romance, along with a couple of toys for her delight.
Do I need this shit to get off? Not at all. I’ve come harder in the past week with Kensi than I have in my life and all we’ve done is mess around. Do I like amping up sex, however, by giving a girl multiple orgasms, and taking her to a fantasy level of ecstasy she never knew existed? Hell, yes.
Kensi opens another drawer and drags out a lacy black negligée that has me instantly hard. “I was thinking I could sleep in this.” She eyes me with a teasing grin. “Is it too much?”
“Fuck no. Do you have it in white? I love you in white.” My pulse pounds in my veins, all the blood rushing to my dick. I make a mental note to add white lingerie to my supply list for her.
“Not this one, but I do have these in white.” She holds up a sheer thong with what looks like small butterfly wings connected to the satin G-string in back, and a matching bra. The cups consist of two satin strings with the same wings attached to an opening where her nipples would be.
If I hadn’t spent an hour at the condo getting it ready for tonight, I’d have her strip and dress in that right now. I swallow deep in my throat and wipe my mouth, salivating like a starving man. “You in that is a fucking dream.” I adjust my swollen dick in my pants. “You need to finish packing and I need to get out of here before I ruin everything I’ve planned for tonight.”
I turn.
