Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 54: THIS MUST BE THE LAST NIGHT (One)

* * *

This isn't good. I have been avoiding Theo the entire day. Again, he was at the hotel for the preparation of the upcoming event, three days from now.

By the evening, Miss Erika picked me up to meet him which I was exhausted and wasn't in the mood for tonight. It messed up my mind since it came to my perception I might be someone else's mistress. Upon this realization, I degraded myself.

I know, all I take the entire time is my benefits to save my mother, and the guilt inside my chest puts me not in the mood right now.

I press my eyes behind this blindfold upon hearing that faint creaks of a door opening then closing. I breathed and tried to listen to his footsteps. But only his shower gel I could inhale blended to the AC in this room.

Tonight, he instructed me to sit on the sectional sofa inside this bedroom. Pushing my back to the soft cushion, I want to bury my body elsewhere.

I have been pondering asking him if he's married, yet; I have no courage as I don't want to cause any problem when Mama needs him until her therapy is completed.

I hurl a long sighed when he sits beside me, but still, I cannot repress this tension inside me. I just felt the guilt that I might be destroying the probability of a happy family. Or maybe he was in a relationship that he should nurture and cherish; been loyal and honest to his girl.

Thinking overtime made me depressed at the moment.

It shuddered when his warm fingers traced the line of my nose. He must sense my nervousness.

Holding my chin, his thumb brushes my lips. Later, his mouth covered mine and it tasted like wine. The wine I was crazy about.

But this time I cannot enjoy the sweetness of his kisses, even after he deepens them and thrusts his tongue inside. I just could not bring myself to respond.

Still, he's not giving up. But he keeps kissing me lovingly; teasing my tongue, he was eager to entice me.

His hands moving down my neck and to my shoulder; gently presses the muscles, it helps to relax my body.

I was constraining myself. Even how many times I imagined how wrong it was, but my body burnt up from his touch. I sighed at our kisses, this gave him a sign I began giving up.

Later, he was more than eager to explore my body. A hand rested to my right breast, gently, he massages one after another.

"Hump!" It startled me when he held me up, and I ended crouching on top of his lap.

What now? I was sitting on top of him, and he must be peering at me. Even though there's no light, he could see enough of me. The strap of my lingerie falls down my shoulders, and I feel my breast hanging outside this satin nightie.

Continues thumping loudly, I'm hoping he doesn't hear my heartbeats. I shivered, holding breaths, when he reached for my neck and softly, his fingers pressing the muscles; this put me loosened up by the pressure he's putting into my tense muscles.

Gradually, his hand strode down to my breast: both hands clasp the fullness while his mouth reached for my lips. We kissed feverishly while his hands gripping them, gently fondling until he's satisfied, and continues to explore.

He then left my mouth breathless but nipped my earlobe. His tongue strode down my neck, tracing my shoulder blade; he did the same to the other one. I sighed. Planting tiny kisses into my skin, I arch my back and reach for his neck. He's teeth brushing off one of my nipples and his tongue would comfort after he nibbles hard which he does to the other one, and we both ignite.

His hardness pushes to my thigh. Pulling my hump, he pressed my lower body into him. 

Is he planning to make love on the couch while I was squatting on him?

I don't want to assume crazy stuff again, but with this position, he might want me to ride on him. I nibbled my lower lip as I began going through anticipation.

I hope he considers I am still inexperienced. If he wants me to do the role of a mistress, I cannot fully play it.

Now I pondered, for some reason, can he be one of those men who get more excited in the arms of their mistress rather than with their actual wife?

I don't know who I should pity.

I, myself? Or the one who's hurting at this moment, thinking her man pleasuring in somebody's secret bliss?

I fell into deep thoughts again, while we're at the start of our lovemaking, but I cannot help it. I already have this guilt for lying to mama, but now I am also guilty of the person I possibly hurt unintentionally.

Can I stop here? But what will happen to mama? 

Still, the most important thing is his blood rather than his money. Without his blood, it cannot lengthen mama's life. And I won't steal him from somebody who is supposed to be where he belongs. That's way beyond my interest.

I clenched my fists, then loosen them. I take a deep breath to clear out my chest.

In the end, I was trapped by him.

* * *

I clasped his face, slowly lowering my mouth to touch his lips, he was happily welcoming me. His hand reaches for my head to deepen the kiss.

Now, I can't turn back anymore, but let me burn passionately in his arms.

My skin tickled upon sensing the fabric slowly loosen from my body. He pulled my lingerie above my head, and surely he threw it on the floor. Shivering from the AC's temperature, he covered my back with his hands; rubbing my neck down to my twin humps, held both my waist, he pushed my body upward, causing me to kneel on the sofa.

I noticed his fast movement underneath me, he seemed to be taking off his lower clothing. Next, he held me on the waist and planted tiny kisses on my belly. He's doing it like there is a life inside, and he cherishes it.

Somehow, I understand he is looking forward to having a child soon.

He stops kissing my abdomen but resting his face on my belly while he's palm stroking my back.

One thing I like about him; is his gentleness.

He won't force me into something, but he has a way to arouse me.

"UNH…" I sighed.

I hold on to the sofa, not to fall over, but to control the pulse of pleasure that is sent throughout my body.

He grips both my legs, while his mouth devours my secret bliss.

"Hmm…" I gritted my teeth when he put one finger while he continued teasing that center part of my body.

Kissing, rounding, all over again, as I jerk when his tongue puts pressure on that most sensitive part. His arm held tight on my waist then he added one more finger and thrust slowly.

"Huff…" Gasping for air, I tried to fill my chest. This sensation building up inside me is about to burst. I want him to stop.

"Put it in, now!" I cover my mouth. What's wrong with me? Gosh. That was embarrassing, blurting out suddenly.

But he did stop. Later, he runs kisses on the part he could reach before he slowly lowers my body, and guided toward his hardness.

I breathed upon touching the tip which was eager to invade my inside. He's pushing my ass while he's slowly thrusting into me.

"Nnhh…" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face on his shoulder. Our breath gets heavier every time our body becomes one. 

Slamming his body into mine, I learned to grind my hips until it has its own life to rise and bury deep in him.

His groaning closer to my ear. Huffing every time I sank deep. This pleasurable sensation builds more tension in both of us as we want more.

I want more.

I know he's feeling the same way as he began rocking hard deep in me. Placing both of his arms around my waist, he made steady thrusts.

"Wait, I— hmm…" I'm suppressing not to cry louder. But what he's doing to me, it's hard not to scream. He's pushing deeper while he's holding my body not to jerk. And this is torturing when my hips tempt to meet his thrusts. Speeding up his pace, I will break out soon.

Not so long, I felt him spewing inside, spilling down my legs. My limbs shuddering from the tension inciting the ardor of our making love who we just began. I dropped my body while he's still inside me.

I rested my head on his chest and his heartbeats thumping loud.

Who is he?

I could feel his muscled and lean body. So he must be still young. But why does he need to hide? Is it because of his status that he's married? Reputation in society?

But why does he want a child? Although he said there is a genetic problem in his bloodline, the reason he looks for a suitable woman is more like an experiment to have a perfectly healthy offspring. 

How if I am not alone? But he has another woman he also sleeps with to get pregnant?

Shit. My head has leveled up to its crazy thoughts. Now I am making myself depressed thinking he has more women he keeps, and I am feeling jealousy.

It was the saddening part when you love a man you should not love, which you cannot be with him in the end.

Second, to find out, you are just someone's mistress and you are one of many women he sleeps with.

"Hmm…"

He groans.

Oopsie! I anxiously rub his chest down to his belly and even buried my fingers into his skin. 

I have been thinking too much and it causes me trouble again. His thing came alive again. No. It's not dying. It was just resting. But because of what I've done, it was fully alive once again. I haven't taken enough rest!

"Wait! I—"

Where he's planning to bring me? Is he placing me in the bed?