Out of My Element (12 page)

Chelsea
slid her hands over my chest, making me groan. I was fully straining against my
jeans, harder than I’d ever been. “God, girl, you’re going to unman me with
just your touch.”

I
unbuttoned her jeans, watching her face. “Is this okay?” She nodded. “If you
want to stop, just say the word, no questions asked, okay?”

She
grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss, giving me the
go ahead. I didn’t need any other encouragement as I unzipped her jeans and
shimmied them down over her hips.
Oh sweet Lord!
Her matching white lace
panties were the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

She
was the most exquisite woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I had always thought my
type was a voluptuous blonde, but I was wrong. My type was Chelsea. She had
ruined me for any other women.

I
ran my hands from her ankles, up her legs and brushing over her thighs,
watching as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Her skin was so
smooth and flawless. I could stare at her all day and still never get my fill.
I placed soft kisses up her abdomen, licking and nipping as I made my way up to
her mouth.

“Wow,”
I whispered. I lightly kissed her lips. “God, woman, you are beautiful.”

“Thank
you, Nick, but you my love, are over dressed.” Her small hands trembled as she
unbuttoned my jeans. As much as I wanted to just rip my jeans off, I didn’t
want to rush her. We were both so far out of our element here, and I didn’t
want to give her any reason to over-think anything, so I stood still as she
slid her hands inside the open waist of my jeans, barely brushing my straining
erection as she did. A moan escaped from the depths of my throat.

Chelsea
looked up at me, biting her bottom lip, looking so vulnerable. I smiled as I
reached up and cupped her face as my jeans dropped to the floor. I pulled her
into a long, drugging kiss, guiding her down to the bed with me. Hands, arms
and legs were everywhere as we tried to get closer to each other.

I
cupped her perfectly sized chest through her bra before unhooking it and
sliding it off, tossing it over my shoulder. I returned my attention to her
beautifully creamy breasts, brushing my thumbs over her erect nipples before
placing feathery kisses over them.

I
pulled myself back over her, capturing her mouth with mine, licking and tasting
as I pressed my throbbing hardness into the junction of her thighs. “Oh god,
Nick,” Chelsea gasped.

I
shuddered. “I know. It feels so good—absolutely perfect.”

I
sat back on my knees and watched her face as I removed the final piece of
clothing from her gorgeous body, revealing her delicate softness. I closed my
eyes, trying to get myself under control, so I didn’t bring this to an end
before it even began. I had never had an issue with that before, but I was
seriously close to reliving my early teen years.

“Is
something wrong?” Chelsea propped herself on her elbows.

“No,
everything is so right. You are perfect.” I stood up briefly and shuffled out
of my boxers before lying back down next to Chelsea. I trailed my hands down
her stomach, around her navel and finally down to the place I’d had so many
fantasies about, sliding my fingers through her folds.

“Oh
my god, Nick! So good … so different.”

Different?
Different from whom?

Chelsea

“Why did you stop?” I looked over
at Nick who was staring at me with a strange look on his face.

“Um, you said it was different.
Different from who, Chelsea?” He seemed almost hurt, and then it hit me that he
thought I was talking about another man touching me.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes,
it’s different, Nick. Having you here in the flesh—touching me the way you
were—feels so different from when I touch myself and think of you.” I couldn’t
believe I was saying this to him, but it was the truth.

“You think about me when you are
pleasuring yourself?” His voice was low—sexy.

I bit my lip to control the smile
forming on my face and just nodded.

“Holy shit, Chelsea. That’s so
fucking hot! And to think, I was just down the hallway.” His mouth captured
mine again with so much urgency that I thought I’d combust right there and
then. He continued where he’d left off, stroking and rubbing circles on my most
sensitive spot. I moaned at the intense pleasure, which seemed to only fuel his
passion. Carefully he slid one finger inside me, causing my hips to buck
involuntarily.

“So fucking wet, Chelsea,” he
groaned, closing his eyes. “Is this okay, babe?”

“Oh yes, Nick. Please, don’t stop,”
I begged. The feeling was incredible, but when he slipped a second finger in
while continuing to rub circles above, I immediately arched against his hand,
calling out his name as my body was wracked with soul-shattering intensity. He
continued to softly rub me as I came down from my climax.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve
ever seen, Chelsea,” he whispered, placing kisses along my jaw.

“Please, Nick. I want you inside
me.” I couldn’t think about anything else. I wanted him like I’d never wanted
anything before. He was so beautiful. What I had seen of him in his clothes
before now could never compare to the beauty of his strong, toned, and tan
body. He captivated me in every way.

“I’ve never … I mean … shit,
Chelsea. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.” He was just as nervous as I was with
this.

I stroked his cheek. “It’s okay,
Nick. It will only hurt for a minute. I want this,
please
.” His eyes
bore straight through me, like he was seeing everything in my soul. I reached
between us, wrapping my hand around his hard length and squeezing before I
stroked him from base to tip, loving how responsive he was to my touch.

“You sure?”

I kissed him. “Nick, I am more sure
about this than I’ve ever been about anything.”

He nodded as he reached over to his
bedside table, grabbing a condom. I watched as he ripped it open and rolled it
down over his throbbing hardness. “If you want me to stop at any time, just say
so.”

I pulled him down, kissing him with
all of the passion that I felt. I shuddered as I felt him pressing against my
opening. He slid in and out an inch at a time before stopping as he felt the
resistance. “Ready?” He waited until I nodded and then pulled back before
driving himself forward in one swift motion. I gasped as he buried himself in
me. It burned so much and I gripped his shoulders. He didn’t move. “Chelsea,
I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so sorry.” He pressed his forehead against mine. I
could feel his breath on my lips as I realized I had my eyes tightly closed.
Slowly, I opened them to his beautiful eyes, wide with concern.

“It’s getting better. Try to move a
bit.” He pulled back slightly and then forward again. Each time it felt better
until the burning switched over to pleasure. I lifted my hips to meet his
thrusting body, matching his fluid movements.

“Incredible, Chelsea. Never been
like this … never.” He continued to look into my eyes as he moved in and out,
stroking us both toward ecstasy.  I felt so full—so loved. I gave this man every
part of me. He had my heart and soul, and now he had my body.

“I love you, Nick,” I whispered as
we moved in an increasing tempo. I could feel the intense pleasure rising up
through me until I couldn’t contain it, letting go with an uninhibited cry of
satisfaction as my body convulsed around him.

“Oh God, Chelsea!” Nick lost
control, shaking violently as he spent himself inside me, before collapsing in
exhaustion and pleasure.

I trailed my hand up and down his
spine, placing kisses along his shoulders. I don’t know how long we laid like
this before Nick rolled off of me and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water
run and a moment later, Nick returned with a warm washcloth.

“Lay back, let me take care of
you.” He kissed me on the stomach before cleaning me off below with gentle
movements. He tossed the washcloth into the hamper and climbed back into the
bed with me, pulling me back against him. “I love you so much, Chelsea,” he
whispered before I fell into a restful sleep.

***

The sound of slamming pans and
muffled cursing woke me out of my peaceful slumber. I giggled at the memory of
Nick’s last attempt to cook for us. I decided to hop in the shower quickly and
get out there before he hurt himself.

I decided to dress in one of Nick’s
t-shirts until I could get back to my room for my own clothes. I pulled my hair
up into a ponytail and headed toward the kitchen, which was currently quiet,
making me even more nervous.

I rounded the corner to find Nick
putting the finishing touches on the table. I gasped when I saw the spread
before me. “Did you do all this?” 

His smile was huge, obviously
feeling pretty proud of himself. “I did.”

“Nice.” I moved toward the kitchen
as Nick stepped in front of me, pulling me in for a kiss. “As much as I love
your kisses, if you get between me and the coffee pot … well, you're just gonna
have to die.”

He chuckled and put his hands up in
surrender. I grabbed us each a cup of coffee and brought it to the table. “I’m
impressed. I had no idea you were capable of this.” I glanced around. Nick had
made blueberry pancakes, sausage, and eggs. It looked mouthwatering.

“I’m a man of many talents,
Chelsea. You have just seen the tip of the iceberg so far.” He waggled his
eyes.

“Well, I look forward to exploring
the others.” I popped a bite of pancake into my mouth and groaned. They were actually
really good! I finished chewing and then leaned in to ask a question that was
troubling me since I climbed out of bed.

“Nick, what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what is this?” I pointed
between us. “What are we doing?”

He put his fork down on the plate
and folded his hands in front of him. “Just so there is no confusion—you are
mine. I am yours. There’s no one else. I can see myself without a lot of
things, Chelsea, but I don’t think I could ever see myself without you again. I
love you.”

I smiled, took another bite and
watched him start to squirm as he waited for my response. Finally, I swallowed
and leaned forward. “I think that sounds just about perfect.”

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Yeah.” I grinned right back.

One year later

Nick

“Hurry up! I swear, if you guys
screw this up I’m going to kill you.” I turned around in time to see Talia and
Ava rolling their eyes at me, but I was way too nervous to even say anything. I
continued to push my way through the crowd, hoping my friends were following me
with some sense of urgency.

The last year had been incredible.
It seemed to take me forever to get things right with Chelsea in the beginning.
It was the first time I was truly comfortable with a woman, and it scared the
hell out of me, but what an amazing feeling it was when you realize you truly
love someone. I had my fair share of screw-ups in the past year, and did my
fair share of groveling to make it right, but I never had a single doubt that
it was worth it. I've learned that the worst thing to be without is love—well,
toilet paper comes in a close second, but seriously, God I loved that woman!

“Nick, honestly dude, you need to
calm down.” Tom moved up next to me, keeping pace, even with his prosthesis.

“That’s easy for you to say, Tom.
You’re marrying Talia in a week. Your girl has already said yes.” Tom didn’t
remember, but he had been just as frantic when he proposed to Talia eight
months ago. I remembered how surprised she had been when he arranged to have a
fake trauma run at her work. Talia was an ER nurse, and they had rolled Tom in
on a stretcher with his face obscured with bandages. The doctor told Talia to
cut off his shirt to assess his abdomen and chest, and as she did, she exposed
a perfectly healthy stomach that had “Talia, Will You Marry Me?” written on it.

We still laughed when we watched
the video of her dropping the scissors and covering her mouth as Tom sat up,
pulled the bandages off his head and presented a ring to her. It may not have
been the most romantic proposal, but it was perfect for them. Their lives
together began in that very same trauma room after Tom’s accident. They had
come a long way, and in just a week, they would be happily married, just like
Trevor and Ava.

Trevor and Ava were the start of
our little group of couples. Trevor had been taken with her from the moment he
saw her. They were like the glue that held our group together. After a lot of
passion and misunderstandings, they had gotten it right and tied the knot.

And that is where Chelsea’s and my
story began. If I hadn’t made such an ass of myself at Trevor and Ava’s
wedding, she may never have noticed me, and I may have never realized that she
was the perfect woman for me.

I was starting to sweat as the
first few runners had come through the finish line. People were staring at me
as I pushed my way to the front of the crowd. I may have been a bit overdressed
in my tux, but I was always one for needing attention, so how was this
different?

“Are you guys ready?” I asked, as I
frantically looked behind me, making sure they were in their designated spots.

“Really, Nick? I don’t think we
could screw up holding up signs if we tried,” Talia mused.

“Don’t start, Talia,” I warned. “If
you weren’t holding up the “Me” sign, I would take you down.” I managed to
smile, even through my nervousness.

Each of my friends stood proudly
behind me with a sign. Trevor held a sign that said, “Will” and Ava’s sign
said, “You,” while Tom had the “Marry” and Talia had the “Me.” I was in front
with the “Chelsea” sign and a ring box that was burning a hole in my pocket.