Chapter 63: A night at the Golden Magnolia

Chapter 63: A night at the Golden Magnolia
It was settled, the wedding would be held in Bouvardia, right here amongst the flower fields. It would be the perfect way to put an end to Dante’s violence… or so I thought.

Nicholas and I had stayed throughout most of the festivities, lost in our own world. We were full of paint and sweets and flowers, and we smelled like wood fire and food. Nicholas had bags and bags of clothing, trinkets and food items. Most of the items were his and I’d discovered that Nicholas was a bit of a sucker for anything Bouvardian. They were, according to him, the best quality in the world. I didn’t mind watching him succumb to his shopping frenzy. It was the most fun I’d had… ever and I almost felt guilty at how happy I was. My only solace was that the outcome of all of this would help free humanity.

Everyone else had left by the time the sun had begun to sink below the horizon, and we’d grown weary of all of the festivities. That was when we’d decided to book into a nearby Inn.

The Golden Magnolia was as beautiful as its name suggested and the staff were incredibly friendly as they led us up the wooden stairs to our room. It smelled fragrant, just like magnolias and the bed was decorated with flower petals and chocolates. If I hadn’t eaten so much at the festival, I would have gorged myself on them. I let out a yawn and stretched my arms which alerted me rather promptly that I urgently needed to take a warm shower.

“Can I join?” Nicholas asked sheepishly as I made my way to the bathroom.

I chuckled and placed a hand on my hip, before asking, “You’re not going to distract me now, are you?”

He shook his head and placed one hand on his chest and the other in the air. “On my honour, I promise!”

I was unconvinced but nodded nonetheless, knowing, with excited anticipation, where the night was headed.

Slowly I walked into the bathroom, Nicholas close behind. It smelled nice inside, like lemongrass and jasmine. They’d also given us complimentary toiletries- soaps, shower caps and lotions.

“This place is really nice,” I said as I began to lift my shirt over my head, careful not to get any face paint on it. “Have you been here before?”

There was a moment of silence before I turned around, only to see Nicholas’ eyes hungrily on my skin. I was barely undressed yet and already he looked just about ready to pounce on me.

“I thought you weren’t going to distract me…” I said, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

He gulped, his eyes darkening.

“We can multitask…” he said in a low, husky voice. It didn’t take long before his hands were on my skin and his lips were on mine. As we kissed, his hands made their way to my pants and mine made their way to his shirt. Within seconds, the both of us were undressed and heading to the shower. The feeling of warm water against my skin only made me feel even more feverish with lust.

Nicholas, at one moment, broke away from our kiss and swiftly opened one of the enclosed soaps before letting it run under the water. I watched him curiously, interested in what he was doing. He gave me a mischievous smile and neared me, gently taking my hand in his and holding up my arm. He let the soap glide against my skin making it nice and slippery and soapy. And as his hands moved with the soap, his lips resumed their place back on mine. The soap trailed along my arms, my neck, against my breasts, down my abdomen and then snaked around to my back. Then, with his immense strength, he placed his free hand around my hips and pressed me against the wall, so my legs were dangling off the ground. There was so much of heat and pure sexual tension between us that we could hardly stand it. As Nicholas kissed me passionately, his tongue colliding with mine, he started to grind his body against mine, making him soapy too. It was a very erotic and intimate way of getting clean and I dared not object to it, loving the way his slippery skin felt against mine. I was a moaning mess and ached between my thighs, wanting him to satisfy my needs. And I didn’t have to wait too long. After the soap had washed off of us, he whispered softly in my ear, “Ready?”

“Yes!” I was almost embarrassed by how desperate it sounded. But it only seemed to make Nicholas more eager. He was slow and gentle as he gripped my thighs and pressed me harder against the wall for some support. I let out a low, soft pant as he filled me up, feeling him slip right between my walls. There was a moment of brief discomfort and a made a face which Nicholas picked up on immediately.

“Should I go slower?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.

I shook my head and then said, “Just stay there for a moment.”

He nodded and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. Once I gave him the okay, he resumed moving and took a short break again. The look on his face was pure bliss, and I could tell he was holding onto every semblance of self-control that he’d had in him.

Then he started slowly thrusting, holding me as close to him as possible. I crossed my legs tighter around him and pressed my heels against his lower back, using them to guide the pacing of his thrusts. He let out soft grunts and moans as he moved and I held onto him tightly, moaning in his ear.

“I could ravage you all night…” he whispered this against my lips and then kissed me again. It was heated, passionate kiss- the kind that had my body burn with more want. It was so passionate and electrifying that my hands moved to his hair, tugging at it roughly and my lips moved against his in a heated frenzy. The shower was filled with heat and steam and the sound of panting and moaning and slippery skin colliding with slippery skin. After the current position we were in was no longer satisfactory for either of us, Nicholas placed me on my feet again and gently guided me so that my back was facing his front. He took my hands and placed them firmly against the wall and then his hands wandered towards my hips. My whole body was brimming with excitement, and I was so wet with warm water and lust that I followed his every movement, wanting more than anything, to be satisfied.

He gripped my hips firmly and pulled them closer towards him. I could feel the hardness of his length right up against my ass, taunting me.

“Arch your back for me…” he whispered against my ear. The heat of his breath made me shiver and I obeyed him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, igniting some sort of thrill in me that I’d never felt before.

I thought he’d take me right away, but he was a teasing man. Instead, he lowered his hips down and let his length rest against my lips, barely touching the sensitive skin. Slowly he slipped himself between, letting his tip gently touch at my clit, and the rest of his length teasing the rest of me. He moved himself forward and backward and each time his length would glide against my clit I’d let out a desperate moan. I was so consumed by the feeling of immense pleasure that I thought I’d cum soon and I wanted nothing more than to feel that sweet release. But Nicholas wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. At least, not yet.

He removed himself from me earning a scowl from me as I turned my head to look at him. He let out a chuckle and placed his lips softly against mine.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want… I promise,” he said, before tightening his grip on my hips and finally inserting himself into me. I relaxed into him, letting him slide in easily. Again, he waited once he’d filled me to the brim. I could feel his panting breath against my neck, and it made me throb slightly. Nicholas felt it and let out a low grunt before moving. His thrusts were at a good, steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow, but enough to build that pleasant feeling of tension at my lower abdomen. As he thrusted, he moved one of his hands to the front of me and let his fingers make their way to my clit. It was so wet and slippery down there and his touches were so pleasurable that I couldn’t help but throw my head back and moan as loudly as possible. I hoped that the room was soundproof.

His tongue was soon lapping against my neck, only further sinking me into the inescapable clutches of pleasure. I felt so good that I was practically on the verge of tears, desperately giving in to the sensations my body felt.

And then it finally happened. The cup of pleasure finally overflowed, inducing the most decadent orgasm I’d ever experienced. My throat was practically raw from the loud, erotic sounds coming out of it. Nicholas now desperately thrusted in and out of me, soon reaching his own climax.

Much to my surprise, and soon after we’d begun to come down from our high, my legs gave in. Nichoals immediately grabbed me and held me up, turning me to face him and pressing his wet body against mine. I could see the dazed expression on his face, and I imagined my face looked the same.

He gave me a soft, lazy kiss and slowly turned the water off.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to leave this room until the wedding…”

I laughed and shook my head, “I don’t think so either.”