Charlie POV
When Nick and I returned to Leeds back in January after spending the holidays at home with our families, we'd gotten serious about starting plans for our wedding. We decided on a date in October and were lucky enough that our dream venue had an opening on the date that we wanted. After that, things seemed to fall into place naturally. I asked Tao to be my best man and Elle to be my maid of honour. Nick had asked Tara and Darcy to stand by him but that was before we knew everything that happened to Darcy. She'd originally said yes but after everything came out into the open, she decided that she would be too pregnant on the day for her to be any help, so Nick decided to only have Tara.
Darcy's baby was due in late November so she and Tara were busy making plans for the arrival. The rest of the Paris squad had been told about the pregnancy in May and to say they'd been excited would be an understatement. Tara and Darcy didn't share much about the events that caused the pregnancy but I think most of the others had their suspicions, choosing to let Darcy tell the truth in her own time. The group chat got spammed with baby updates, discussions of baby showers, presents and all things baby-related.
In June, Nick and I decided that we would stay in Leeds for the summer for the most part. Since we weren't staying in student housing we could be there as much as we wanted. Elle and Tao planned to come and stay with us for a while and we did go home for a couple of weeks in August, getting back to Leeds just in time to start classes again.
I can't believe I'm in my second year of uni, and Nick is in his third. It means that Nick is nearly finished, his teaching degree only being three years. I'll take a bit longer to get mine in child psychology but we plan to stay in Leeds together until I graduate and then decide where we want to settle down.
It's a sunny afternoon in September and we're lying in bed together, an old episode of Criminal Minds playing quietly when Nick suddenly pulls away from kissing me and sits up.
"Charlie!"
"Ugh, what? I was enjoying that." I complain, pouting a little as I sit up too.
"We haven't ordered a cake."
"Really? That's what you're thinking about?" I frown and flop back down against the pillow. I don't understand how Nick's brain works sometimes.
"Sorry, I just heard someone on the TV say cake and it made me think that we haven't ordered one for our wedding."
"So?"
"So, it's in six weeks, Char. I don't know how long a baker needs for a wedding cake." He's got this slightly panicked look in his eyes, the same one he gets whenever he gets stressed. I sit up again and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay. In the morning we'll call around and see what we can do. But for now, can we please get back to the kissing?" He relaxes a bit and smiles at me.
"Just kissing?" His hand gently slides up my leg, inching higher as he lays back down on top of me, "Or do you want something more?"
"Hm, I'll have to think about it..." I tease him, letting my fingers dance over the exposed skin of his lower back.
He captures my lips with his own again, hands dipping under the waistband of my pants as he rolls us over so I'm hovering over him.
"I wanna try something different." He mumbles after a while and I look at him, intrigued.
"Yeah? What's that?" A red flush covers his face and he pauses. "Nick? What do you want to do? You know I'm up to try anything."
"..." He turns his face away and mutters something so quiet I can't make it out.
"Nicky? Baby?" I scatter a few kisses over his cheek before turning his face to look at me.
"I-I want you to, um, I want..." His expression combined with what he has managed to get out, I manage to guess what he's trying to say.
"Oh. Are you sure? I mean, I'd love to but if you're not ready..."
"I want to try." He says, sounding a little more confident. "Please, Charlie? I'll tell you to stop if it gets too much."
My heart beats a little faster. I can't honestly say I've never thought about this. But its always just been the way we do it. We've not really ever talked about switching it up. And now that's exactly what Nick is suggesting.
"Okay. I'll take it slow, alright? Because you're not used to it." I tell him and he nods, biting his lip.
We move around a little so that Nick is laying on his back, head propped up against the pillows. I slide down to settle between his legs and look up at him. He's staring at me with a look of nervous anticipation in his eyes and I can feel his muscles tensing. Wanting him to enjoy this as much as possible, I take his dick in my mouth and bob my head a couple of times, feeling him slowly relax as pleasure takes over.
When I think he's relaxed enough, I lube up my fingers and start to trace his entrance with my index finger, just getting him used to the feeling first before dipping inside. He lets out a sharp gasp and my eyes snap up to meet his. My free hand is holding his thigh so I squeeze it gently, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
"Shh, relax for me, baby. You're doing so well." I say, keeping my finger completely still inside him until he nods at me that he's okay to keep going. I take it painfully slowly, working it in and out to let him get used to it.
"God, uh, more please." Nick breathes out after a while so I carefully slide my middle finger in beside my index and continue the rhythm I'd been building up. I keep kissing his thighs as a distraction. Alternating between watching my fingers disappear inside him and looking up at his face, I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life.
"Can you take one more?" I ask him, "One more and then I'll give you what you really want."
"Y-Yeah, one more. I can do that." He's squirming a little with need and I can't help the smile. I'm the one making him fall apart like this. Me.
"Okay, good." The third finger slips in easily to my surprise and I start to actually work him open, loving the sounds that fall from his lips. When I think he's stretched enough, I pull my fingers out, wiping them clean on a nearby towel. Nick lets out a tiny whine at the loss but I just lean up to kiss him.
"Please..." He whispers, "I-I want..."
"I know, I know. Just give me a second." I lay myself over him, positioning myself just right. "Okay, nice and slow, alright?"
I use one hand to guide my dick to his entrance, pausing for a second before slowly pushing in. The whole time, I'm watching Nick's face, searching for any sign that I should stop but there isn't any. Instead, his mouth drops open and he's letting out these breathy moans, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. I bottom out and freeze, letting him adjust.
"You okay, babe?" I ask after a moment and he opens his eyes to look at me.
"Fucking fantastic." I laugh and start to move gently, building up a rhythm.
It doesn't take long for either of us to reach our climax, the new sensations being a lot to take in, and I collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we just catch our breath.
"Why have we never done that before?" He says when he can breathe again.
"You liked it?"
"Fuck yes, Charlie. That felt so amazing. I can't believe I've been missing out on that for so long." I kiss him as I pull out, moving to lay beside him. He groans a little and I feel a wave of sympathy. I know how sensitive it feels straight after.
"You'll be sore for a bit, sorry."
"It's okay. It's a good sore." He moves a little to lie on his side and I don't miss the wince of pain.
"It will get better. If you want to do it again one day, that is." I tell him. "I mean, it's still there but you get used to it."
"I definitely want to do that again. I like topping you still. But I think I'd like you to top me sometimes." He trails a finger down the side of my face and I smile.
"We can do that. I liked being on top for once."
We spend some more time cuddling in post-coital bliss before we decide to get up and have dinner. I can't stop the laugh that escapes me when Nick limps to the bathroom and he flips me off behind his back. The night ends with us back in bed, just cudling and thinking about the next few weeks leading up to the wedding.