“Before you get carried away,” I said. “I just need you to promise me some things.”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to promise that you will keep me informed of what you know about your family,” I said. “As much as you can. I don’t expect you to tell me secrets your grandparents confide in you, but I don’t want to be blindsided if something comes up with your family. I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you will never do anything to me or my family. Even if things go south, I need that knowledge of safety. And I need to know that if we go back to being a couple, you’ll make sure I get in better photos for TMZ.”
Even I was laughing by the time I made my last “request.” My requests were genuine, but the place I’d said them from was much lighter than before.
And the craziest part was, this wasn’t even because of anything Nick had said. I knew I would wind up here the second that he walked into my apartment. Call it gut instinct, hope, subconscious thinking, whatever—Nick’s presence had told me what I needed to know. The words just confirmed it.
“I promise to keep you as informed as I can,” he said. “I promise you that even if we break up in horrible, dramatic fashion, you’re someone I will always have affection and care for, so I would never do anything to you or your family. And how about I just promise never to let you appear on TMZ?”
“Let’s not get carried away here; we have to be realistic somewhat,” I said.
And now, as we laughed, I put my hand on his. I could feel the hairs on his arm stick up from the goosebumps. I had them too.
“Is there anything you need from me, Nick?”
He looked down at my hand, then looked up at me.
“Just that you understand that while some in my family may be quick to judge and misunderstand you, I will always do my best to understand and cherish you,” he said. “And I will always…”
My eyes went wide. I had a feeling of what he was about to say. But rather than say that word, his eyes locked on me, and our faces almost magnetically began to come together. It took only a mere moment for us to lock lips, and just like that, our week-long break had ended with the most passionate of kisses we’d had to that point.
And from that passionate kissing, it only took another few moments for Nick to display incredible strength by scooping me up off the couch and into his arms.
“Wow!” I said. “Didn’t know baseball players had that kind of strength.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
I immediately went from having my arousal steadily grow to it spiking on the spot. This was the Nick Ferrari that I had fallen for. This was the Nick Ferrari that I needed in my life, in my apartment, in my bedroom.
Finally, this was the Nick Ferrari that I had.
Our clothes practically got ripped off within moments of us getting into the room. I was down to my bra and jeans before we even hit the bed, and Nick had just his shirt and boxers on. He mounted me in the bed and unclasped my bra, getting to my breasts with his mouth and hands immediately. I arched my hips into him, horny as hell. I reached up and grabbed his shirt, very nearly tearing it off entirely, and then rolled him on his back so I could get to his boxers.
I reached under them and stroked his stiff cock. But even that wasn’t enough. It felt good in my hands. It would feel even better inside of me.
And this time, there was going to be no waiting, no delay to put anything else on. I stood up over him, got my jeans and underwear off, and rode up on his hips, grinding his bare cock against my clit.
“I want you inside me so fucking bad,” I growled.
“So put me inside.”
Oh, fuck yes. If Nick didn’t care, if Nick wanted to be in there without a condom, I sure didn’t care. I trusted him, and he trusted me.
I slid him inside.
Oh, fuck, how much better that felt with him raw than not. The feeling of him filling me like so…oh my God. It was like the difference between getting a massage with a bedsheet over your body and one without. It wasn’t even comparable.
“Oh, yes, Nick,” I said.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “God, you feel fucking incredible.”
I let my hair hang as I leaned forward to kiss him, all the while my hips starting to grind and move against his thickness. Between the kiss, his hands on my breasts, and the naked cock inside of me, this was the definition of pure bliss and pure ecstasy. He felt much fuller than before, like he could reach a level of hardness that he could not have with a condom on.
We made love on my bed for what felt like a blissful eternity of sexual oasis. I came twice, the first orgasm when I dug my hands into his chest and rode him right to climax. I could feel my juices just enveloping him with pleasure, and of course, it only lubricated him even more, making the next orgasm—which came with him on top—feel that much more potent.
The second just so happened to come moments before his own, when he was on top of me. His cock had swelled to enormous proportions, such so that it was as clear a sign as any that he was on the verge of orgasm. I hadn’t taken birth control in some
