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She moaned out loud, her body shuddering with pleasure as soon as she felt him touch her there. Giving her a slow and wet lick with his tongue. It tingled all over, and it made her core clench. Trickling with liquid heat. It felt so good and it only made her want more. Feel more of this.
She could feel his hands holding onto her hips so firmly, keeping her pinned to that mattress as he started to kiss her there as if he were kissing her mouth. Biting. Licking. Slipping his tongue into her with slow and drawn-out strokes. It made her mewl and quiver, becoming so delirious from the pleasure. She could even feel droplets of water trail over her heated skin, and she swore that she could even hear a thunder rumbling in the distance.
She slowly fluttered her eyelids open, so shocked to find a canopy of trees shielding them from the open sky instead of a regular ceiling. She mewled louder, chest heaving as Nicholas intensified his ministrations on her core. Sucking onto that little button above, making her feel even more of that tingle into her lower stomach. Bringing her closer and closer to that edge.
Those warm droplets continued to fall on them and she looked around, noticing that they weren't in his room anymore. Their surroundings had drastically changed somehow. They were into the small clearing of a jungle now, the bed so conveniently positioned right in the middle, along with a few candles still flickering around them on the forest floor.
Diana's brows knitted together with confusion, wondering what was happening and how they got there when Nicholas' tongue slipped into her once again, making her cry out and fall back on that bed, so deliciously tortured with pleasure. He did it again, and again, her back arching and her hips inevitably moving as that wave started to build so fast this time. Making her yearn for it so much. She felt so hot and aroused, her body taut from the building pleasure. Mewling and squirming, rocking her hips and rubbing her kitty against Nicholas' devouring mouth until she finally let go with a prolonged moan, drenching the mattress beneath her. Breathing fast and hard as she spasmed, still feeling him there. Kissing. Lapping at her juices.
She collapsed back onto that bed, casually noticing that the world around them had drastically changed once again. No more were they into that rainforest. They were surrounded by a mass of endless white now, with snowed-down trees and a fluffy blanket of snow covering the ground as well. Even the candles were barely visible now, mostly swallowed up by the white fluff.
Nicholas kissed her skin so tenderly, making her breath hitch and her belly flutter, watching as he slithered back up on her body. Loving his way up to her.
She met his gaze, her cheeks flushing a little as she fleetingly noticed the way that his mouth glistened now. Wet with her juices. She wrapped her arms around his neck as a shiver wracked throughout her, taking another quick look around before meeting his gaze again.
"Uhm... am I too delirious from what you're doing to me or is this bed actually travelling around the world with us still in it?" She quietly asked as if afraid that something living in that snow-covered forest might hear her, peering between Nicholas' blood-red eyes.
He let out a chuckle at the sound of that, reaching out to slide a few rebel strands of hair away from her damp forehead with his fingers.
"It's the palace's response to what we are doing," he simply said, smiling down at her. The girl could only blink and stare up at him, thoroughly confused.
"And it looks like it's actually rooting for us to go all the way," he added after a quick look at their surroundings, making her blush so profusely.
"It wants us to be together like that," he softly whispered against her lips, his gaze shifting between them and her eyes.
She was so very much aware of their position now. The way that he had her pinned underneath him, his elbows resting either side of her shoulders. Covering her with his body. Peering into her eyes so tenderly.
She could feel his skin against hers. His breaths. His warmth surrounding her, despite that frozen scenery around them. And it made her feel so safe. Trapped in this blissful little bubble. She felt so wanted and beautiful. Cherished.
"Are you sure you still want to do this, Diana?" He asked, his gaze flickering with just a hint of uncertainty as he peered between her eyes. Searching. Waiting.
It made her smile. Lovingly peering at his beautiful face. His unnatural yet alluring eyes. That sensual mouth of his. She wanted him, despite that lingering fear of feeling pain instead of pleasure. She wanted to try. Have her first time with him. The one that she had fallen in love with. This mighty god above her.
"Yes..." she softly uttered. Cheeks warming again as she bashfully stared up at him between her lashes. Her fingers absently playing with those shorter locks at the back of his head as she fleetingly noticed those delicate snowflakes slowly falling all around them now. Creating such a pure and romantic scenery.
He smiled, leaning over to press a sweet kiss over her lips. Making her heart flutter with excitement. She was feeling so warm now, despite their current environment and that pinch of nervousness still tugging at her every now and then. Even her core was tingling with anticipation. Yearning to have him there.
She watched him shift a little, one of his hands disappearing between them as he supported his weight with the other. Careful not to lean over her too much and accidentally crush her.
Her lips parted open as soon as she felt his fingers delicately caress her there, tracing over her wet folds. Making her shiver and tingle all over. He let out a small and tortured groan, peering back at her with hooded eyes now.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me, sweetheart,"
"You really want this, don't you?"
She could only whimper in reply as he continued to tease her like that, rubbing slow circles against her button before slipping his finger into her just a little. Prodding. Testing.
She looked down, biting into her lower lip as she watched what he was doing to her. The way that his tattooed hand was caressing her kitty. Coating his fingers with her wetness. And then he was gripping his own member, slowly rubbing it. Transferring that slickness onto it. She whimpered at the sinfully erotic sight, watching as he shifted and then guided himself closer to her. Closer to that opening between her legs. He was way too big. Angry. Red. Swollen, with bulging veins. And she was way too small. Her kitty looked way too small to fit all that.
She let her head fall back on the bed, closing her eyes and turning her head aside. Determined to power through it as she waited for it to happen. For him to force his way into her.
"No, look at me, Diana," he coaxed her, his voice thick with lust. It made her shudder, her eyes instinctually opening before she timidly turned her head to peer up at him.
"I want you to look at me as I enter you for the first time," he breathlessly said, gazing at her with a look that made her want to melt into that bed. Moan out with unbridled desire.
She felt him tease at her opening, her eyes widening a little. Heart beating faster and faster as she peered between his misted eyes.
"I want you to know who you belong to. I want you to know that you're mine, Diana,"
She whimpered upon feeling him entering her just a little, pressing at her barrier. Slowly pushing that velvety rod into her. Stretching her little by little. He was so incredibly hot. Smooth and equally hard. And then he was sliding all the way inside of her after a single and fast pop, filling her so completely. Invading her in the most intimate and sexual way. She mewled out so weakly, startled by that momentary pinch of pain. It came and went so fast. Way too fast for her to even realize what was happening. And now she was full. Stretched to the brim by that thick and hot organ of his.
"Shh...breathe, sweetheart. Let your body relax," he soothingly murmured into her ear, pressing an open-mouthed kiss in that space between her neck and shoulder. Making her shiver with delight.
He was still there, she could feel him. All of him. But he refused to move a single inch. Remaining still as he started to kiss her, peppering kisses on her jawline, her lips. Giving her time to adjust. Acclimate to having him there. Inside of her. Penetrating her. Connecting with her at such an intimate level.
He nibbled and bit into her lower lip, demanding for entrance into her mouth as well. Letting his tongue lap at hers so sensually. And then he was moving. Slowly pulling out of her, only to slide right back in. She mewled into his mouth, her walls inevitably clenching around him in response. Noticing how arousing it actually felt. How incredibly hot and stimulating.
He did it again, and again, the girl softly whimpering from the blinding pleasure. That tingling feeling increasing into her. Those butterflies into her lower stomach. That titillating sensation into her kitty. It quivered and clenched, with every thrust of his. Growing only wetter, and hotter. Making her limbs tremble and her mind numb. Breathe faster through her nostrils. Mewl and whimper, in sync with his grunts and moans. His tortured sounds of pleasure.
She wanted more. So much more. She wanted for him to go faster, and deeper. Feel as much of him as she could. So she rose her shaky legs in the air and wrapped them around his waist, so eager to receive as much as she could. Have him as deep as possible.
Nicholas broke that kiss to let out a cuss, his breaths laboured and shuddering as he slipped into her. Again and again. Losing himself into that unique sensation. The feel of his mate clenching around him. Her slick softness, hugging him so tight and good. She felt so fucking amazing. So perfectly right. Like his cock was made to fit into her. Her and only her. Like she was made for him. For him and him only.
"You're mine, Diana," he growled, so lost to that exquisite sensation. Slipping faster into her as something within him demanded of it. Craved for her cries and moans. Her closeness. Her pleasure. Her cum.
She loudly mewled, her back arching off of that mattress. Giving him a better view at those full and bouncing breasts. Making him feel so hypnotised by the sight of her like that. Lips parted. Moaning. Eyelids so hooded from the building pleasure. Skin flushed. Those caramel curls of hers spread into a halo around her head. Decorated with feather-like snowflakes. She was so fucking beautiful right now, and she was all his.
"Mine and only mine," he murmured so breathlessly, wrapping an arm around the small of her back as he thrust into her without abandon. Fucking her so desperately, like a man that had not known that such pleasure even existed before. Such decadent and delicious sensation. It made his body feel so taut, his muscles coiling. His balls tightening to the point of pain as he fought to have as much as possible of this moment. Of her. She was his drug. His sweet little addiction and he wanted to hold onto her for as long as he could. Fuck her as much as he could.
Diana was full-on crying out now, those erotic sounds of her pleasure echoing all around them. Bouncing off of the walls as they were transported back into Nicholas' quarters now. There were red rose petals falling from the ceiling once again, pelting down their bodies. Caressing their skins as they made love so passionately. Uniting as one. And only after a few more thrusts and groans they were both climaxing in perfect sync, Nicholas emptying himself into her with shuddering breaths as Diana moaned and spasmed from underneath him, her pussy clenching around him with every hot rope and gush of cum.