Capitulito VIII
The sex was usually pretty good.
A little rougher than I was used to, but delicious all the same.
Nick had that mouth, those beautiful lips. They kissed and nibbled and sucked and bit.
A few times afterwards Id have bruises, from his lips and his strong, gorgeous hands.
He was passionate, under the sheets or not, he was just that kind of person.
It never really hurt, only pleasure pains, but sometimes I would cry.
The second Nick would see my tears, hed flip. Hed freak about how he was hurting me.
Then hed get mad and defensive.
Why did his love hurt?
I would try to kiss and cuddle and caress and soothe, and sometimes hed be fine. Hed laugh, and attempt to wipe away the dry tears on my cheek.
Are you sure youre okay, Baby? Hed smile.
Im perfect.
And then we would continue.
But sometimes hed just get madder. Hed go downstairs and watch infomercials all night, or go outside and bounce a basketball around.
The next morning hed barely even notice me as he got ready to leave. Hed walk out the door with only a slight peck on the cheek, and wouldnt say a word until he got home that night.
If I was around when he got home, hed smile and be all lovey-dovey. That night hed be especially gentle and tender, lighting candles and burning incense. Or hed fill a bubble bath and wed make love in the tub.
See, Amber, I can be gentle. I love you, and Ill never hurt you.
And Id smile and run my hands across his chest, I know Nick, you never have hurt me. I love you always.
Hed kiss me again, with those beautifully painful lips and Id get all weak in the knees and hed laugh gently.
See, Amber, I can be gentle. I love you, and Ill never hurt you.