He Loves Me Weightless

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I sighed, for the thousandth time as I lay facing the ceiling in our room. I couldn't for the life of me, stop smiling.

It was past 12 and I still wasn't able to fall asleep, my mind replaying my date. Asim treated me like a Queen, honestly. He held my hand, even when people were looking. He didn't seem to care. I was blushing and feeling giddy the whole day.

Sadly, he had to go and rest, otherwise he'd fall asleep during work. I so badly wanted to go back to the club, but I know I'd end up drinking again. I don't think I can handle any more alcohol than what I had yesterday.

I thought about texting him, but it'd be selfish of me considering he's at work. But I kind of miss him. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and texted him. If he doesn't text back, then I'd know he's too busy.

Me: Hey Asim.

I bit my lip, waiting for his reply. A few minutes passed and despite telling myself that I'd understand if he was too busy to text, I still felt sad. I sighed.

Oh well- Ding!

I jumped, grabbing my phone to check and smiled when his name popped up on my screen.

Asim: Hey, are you not sleeping??

Asim: Miss me already, Katerina??

I giggled, typing back.

Me: Can't sleep.

Me: Always?

Okay maybe, the last part might have been too much. He was quick to respond this time.

Asim: Oh baby, you miss me? I'll stop by when my shift ends, okay?

I blushed, smiling.

Me: I'll probably be asleep by then. How about in the morning, when you are well rested?

Asim: But I want to see you?

I rolled my eyes at that, smiling as I said my goodnight. He has work and I don't want him to lose focus. Not too long though when I'd closed my eyes, my phone beeped. Thinking it was still him, I grabbed it and found a message from Chase.

"Ugh," I rolled my eyes.

Chase: Who is Asim?

What?

I sat up, frowning. How did he know that? I don't remember posting about it. He sent multiple texts, showing me pictures of Asim and I in the boat.

"What the..." my eyes widened.

Me: Where'd you get these Chase?

Chase: So you still have my number. I thought you'd have erased even a memory of me.?

I rolled my eyes. I was feeling a little guilty, but I can't have him know that I know something. What if he does something to Collins and I?

Chase: It's all over the news, Katherine. What's going on?

Me: Nothing. He's a friend.

Chase: Just a friend?

Me: I don't have to explain myself to you.

I put my phone away. It beeped with incoming messages. Eventually, he gave up texting and started calling. I ignored it until Collins groaned.

"Kat, phone," she mumbled in her sleep, turning. With a sigh, I got out of bed and grabbed my phone. I sat in the couch I had slept in and took Chase's call.

"How long is this going to go on?" He asked me as soon as I picked up.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled guilty.

"You're ignoring me, Kat. I thought we were cool and now you're ghosting me. And who is this Asim guy?" He went on. "Is it because of what I said in class that day? I swear I didn't mean to offend you, okay? I meant well. I just...I couldn't sit there and watch them badmouth you like that," I closed my eyes, thinking about that day. Looking back at things, I could feel he meant well.

"Did you mean every word?" My voice was soft and shaky.

"Every word, Katherine. I meant it," he said quickly. I closed my eyes and let the guilt gnaw at me. If only it was that simple. Perhaps things would be okay now. Perhaps I wouldn't have to distance myself so much. "Talk to me, Katherine. Why are you ghosting me like this?" His voice sounds so...broken. It breaks me. "You promise me friendship and then you do this,"

Oh God.

Tears trickled down my face and before I know it, I'm crying. It feels so wrong. So so wrong. I can't bring myself to...to undo this. I'm scared. I'm s**t scared and I don't know what to do.

At the same time I don't want to hurt him like this.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, sobbing quietly. I hear him suck in a sharp breath. "I'm so sorry, Chase. I really am, but..." I quickly wipe the tears off. "I can't,"

"Tell me why? I wanna know why you can't, Katherine. Help me so I can help you, because now you're crying and I don't know if I'm the one making you cry-"

"It's not you Chase," it's me and your uncovered lifestyle.

"Then what is it?" He was so careful with his tone, it hurts me more. I would have been fine if he yelled at me or something. "Katherine, don't cry. Please," he hissed a little, cussing under his breath, probably from his injuries. "We can fix this. Whatever is it. If you work with me, we can do something, okay? But please don't cry,"

Oh God. You're supposed to be the bad guy. Why are you making me feel like this?

"I'm sorry, Chase. I have to go," I cut him off, hanging up the phone. I tried to muffle my cries as I sobbed.

"Why is this so hard?"

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"Miss Bassett?" I looked up at Dylan, as I zipped up my jacket and pulled up the hood. "Are you heading somewhere?" He walked over to me, from where I was.

"Have you been here this whole time Dylan?" I frowned at that.

"Well...not really. I went somewhere while you were sleeping," he answered.

"Are you not going to rest?" I inquired. "Do you want to sleep maybe inside? On the couch? You can't possibly stand outside the whole night,"

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked me instead.

"Asim. He's right over there," I pointed to his room.

"Very well then," he nodded, leaning against the wall again.

"Dylan, get inside," I looked at him with a bored look. He held his hands up and pushed the door. "Seriously," I walked over to Asim's room.

It took time for him to open up and when he did, I stared. Hard. He was shirtless and wet. A white towel draped dangerously low on his waist.

"Katerina?" His voice brought me to his eyes. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I, uh, I couldn't sleep," I swallowed, my eyes wandering. "And I wanted to see you," I added, finding my voice.

"Where's your dad?" He asked, looking towards my room, confused. "Do you want to come inside?"

"Uh, yeah. My dad isn't always around. Work stuff," I said stepping in. He closed the door behind me.

"One second, please," he said disappearing into another room. I stood by the door, looking at his room, even though it looked like mine. Minutes later, he came back in a tank top and shorts, all dried up, except his hair. "Come on, let's go sit down," he took my hand in his and led me to the couch.

"Are you not feeling tired? I can come back in the morning," I said quickly, not wanting to disturb his sleep.

"It's okay. I can spare a few hours," he shrugged like it's no big deal. "Besides," he smiled, pulling my hood off. "I missed you at the club Katerina. It wasn't the same without you," he said.

"You're just saying that," I mumbled, looking down. His hand was still holding mine and it was warm. Asim hooked his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up.

"But I'm telling the true," his voice was smooth, as he whispered. "You amaze me, Katerina. More than you know," I blinked, looking at his eyes that held the intensity of those words. "And you owe me a kiss," he finished with a smirk. I giggled, remembering this morning.

"Well, in that case," I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. He responded immediately, his hand cupping my face. He was gentle with me. We kissed for a moment, not rushing, until he pulled back.

"Uh, as much as I...would like this to carry on, it can't," he said breathing heavily. I blinked at his words, rather staring at his pink lips.

"But why?" I breathed out. Asim pushed my hair back, his thumb softly brushing over my tingling lips.

"I don't want to rush you, Katerina. We both know what would happen if this went on any further," heat rose to my face at that.

"And what if...I want this to carry on?" I said softly, my hands braced on his hard chest. I dared to look up at him and his eyes had darkened.

"Katerina..." his voice was strained. His hands found my face again. "Don't do something you don't want to do," he warned me.

"I wouldn't have said what I said if I didn't want to do it," I said softly. "I do,"

"Katerina, think this through. This will be your first time. Are you sure?" I nodded.

"Yes I'm sure, Asim," I said before pulling him to me for another kiss, which he was hesitant with. I pulled back, ignoring the twinge of pain in my chest. "You don't want me," I blinked, trying to ignore the hurt.

"No no no, don't do that, Katerina," he quickly said, forcing me to look at him. "I do want you," I tried to look away but his hands wouldn't let me. "Listen. I do want you. f**k, I want you so bad. But I need you to be sure about this. This is your first time. You know this will stick with you forever and I thought that...maybe you'd want it to be special. Don't do this because you're trying to...to feel wanted. Worthy. You are Katerina. You are so much more. You shouldn't look down on yourself like that," his thumb brushed my cheek gently as he searched my eyes.

"Asim, I'm sure," I said for the umpteen time. "This is what I want," I looked into his eyes. He eyed me, still unsure. After a moment of silence, he stood up.

"Come on," he held out his hand for me to take. My heart hammered away as he led me to his bedroom. Oh God, I'm really doing this.

I stood at the edge of the bed and waited for Asim to make the first move because my brain decided to shut down and well...I'm inexperienced. Asim took my face in his hands and kissed me. The kiss was different than the one we shared earlier. Asim bit on my lower lip, eliciting a moan from me. I was gently pushed down the bed, Asim hovering above me. My hands found the hem of his top and I pulled it up, breaking our kiss for a second. I ran my hands on his chest, something I'd wanted to do since I saw him half naked minutes ago.

He pulled down the zipper and slung it off my shoulders, leaving me in just the sport bra I had on underneath. When his hands found my flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss to look at me. "Oh my, Katerina, you are...perfect," he said, in awed. I flushed, covering myself up immediately. "Don't," he took my hands. "Let me," he leaned in to kiss me briefly before pressing his forehead against mine. "Let me see you," biting my lip, I nodded.

He threw the jacket on the floor, his eyes not leaving my body. When they found mine, he smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly. "You're perfect," he whispered against my lips. My breath hitched when his hands settled on my waist, feeling my skin. "So soft," he murmured. His hands groped my breasts gently, his thumbs rubbing the n*****s through the sports bra.

"Uh...Asim?" I called him softly.

"Yes?" He didn't stop fondling my breasts and it was a great distraction. My head was already swimming and it's only a matter of time before I lose myself to this man.

"I...I've never taken any...birth control before," I told him while I still can. While my brain is still processing. Asim smiled at me.

"Don't worry baby, I got you," he said. It made me feel at ease a little. He walked to the bathroom and came back with a pack of condoms. I had scooted to the middle of the bed and he got on easily, bracing himself up so he doesn't put his weight on me. "Still okay?" He asked me.

"Yes..." it was barely above a whisper, but he heard me.

We continued making out until all I had left on was my skin. I had nothing covering me up. I was naked and bare for this man before me. I watched him tore the condom with ease and ease his shorts down. I gulped, seeing his size. I would have thanked the heavens if he wasn't so...big. I watched him roll the condom onto himself, leaving just the tip. Getting rid of the shorts, he positioned himself on me.

"This is going to hurt a little," he told me. I nodded, feeling him rub himself on my clit. It felt good. "If you want me to stop, tell me. No pressure, okay?" Asim told me as he started pushing himself inside of me. I winced at the first twinge of pain and tensed. "No tensing baby. Try to relax. It'll hurt more if you tense," he almost growled, his face contorted in pure pleasure. "f**k, you're so tight, Katerina," he growled.

A whimper escaped my lips when I felt him stretching me out. He'd stop everytime I tense, letting me adjust. Asim snaked his arm between us and reached down, rubbing my clit. It distracted me from the pain. I blushed, having him look at me so intently while he touched me like that, making me moan and clamp on him.

"Feels good?" His raspy voice asked. I nodded, enjoying the feeling of his fingers fondling with that spot that had my body heating up. I was able to get through the rest as he impaled himself inside of me. "You're doing so good, Katerina," he praised me. "And you feel so amazing,"

"You can move now, Asim," I told him after the pain subsided. He began thrusting slowly and on instinct, I moaned because of the pleasure I felt. Asim braced himself on his hands and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. He kissed me softly while he pounded into me ever so gently. I felt every stroke, leaving me a shuddering mess. "It feels good," I moaned, my eyes closing on their own from the intensity of the pleasure. My hands were tangled up in his luscious hair, gently tugging.

"Yeah?" He said against my neck, assailing my sweet spot. I hummed as I felt an unfamiliar pressure in my belly. "You feel good too baby," he growled against my ear, picking up speed. I gasped, clinging onto him. "So good," I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him closer.

My moans were muffled by his mouth, as he kissed me. His thrusts intensified and I felt my legs losing grip. "Asim..." I moaned when the pressure intensified.

"c*m baby," he said, looking at me. "Let go and c*m on my c**k," I clamped down on him as I came, my toes curling. "f**k, that feels amazing. Yes, c*m for me," his fingers found my clit again and he rubbed faster, prolonging my orgasm.

"Asim," I whimpered, clinging onto him as I rode out my orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his name tumbling out my mouth every so often.

"You're doing so good, baby," he said pounding into me. "I'm close," his breathing intensified. His thrusts were getting sloppy, slowing. Before I can comprehend, I came again, just as I felt something hot spill inside of me. I moaned louder. "f**k," he groaned, spilling inside the condom. Soon, his thrusts halted.

"Oh my God," I breathed out. We were both panting. I whimpered when Asim pulled out, overstimulated. He discarded the condom and lied down next to me, pulling me to him. His hand stroked my face gently.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, coming down from the high. He planted a kiss for a moment before pulling back. With the adrenaline slowly leaving my body, I felt drowsy.

"I feel sleepy," I murmured, holding onto his bicep.

"Sleep here," he said. "With me. So I can check up on you; make sure you're okay," he looked at me, as if waiting for something to happen. Does something usually happen after having s*x? I was a little confused, but grateful that he's willing to take care of me. "And maybe I'll get to hold you," I blushed, smiling at that.

"Okay," I nodded. I'll have to wake up early before my dad gets here. I wouldn't want him to know what just happened or just the mere thought of him knowing, I slept in a man's arms. "Can I use the bathroom?"

"Of course," he said sitting up. He put on his shorts quickly and walked around me, with a fresh tshirt. "Would you like something to sleep with or you're fine like this?" He asked me. "Either way, it's fine with me," he smirked. I blushed and took the tshirt. Surprisingly, it fit me to the point of it being loose around my waist.

When I stood up, I almost collapsed to the floor. My knees were weak and shaky. "Whoa," I sat back down. "I'm a little shaky,"

"Let me," Asim bent down to pick me up. "Asim, what are you-" I was hoisted up with so much ease, I got dizzy. "Asim, you don't have to do this,"

"I know," he kissed my cheek. "Let me take care of you, okay? No arguing," he placed me on the toilet seat. He left shortly after, giving me privacy. I sat there, looking at the loose tshirt and wondering how the hell it's not tight. Looking at Asim's physique, I would have thought he had fitted clothes. Or maybe I'm underestimating his bulkiness.

"Ugh, why am even thinking about this?" I flushed the toilet after doing my business. I managed to walk back to bed, and Asim complained, of course. I snuggled closer to him and he held me. Things weren't awkward between us, just a comfortable silence as we embraced each other. His hands caressed my skin, raising goosebumps and soothing me all at the same time.

Holy s**t, I did it.

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UNEDITED