, all my blood is cherry red

[niko blackwood]

The sound of her moans keep adding fuel to his fire. Combined with the pressure from her hips, and the way their tongues battled for control, Niko could feel himself inching further and further to his full desire. She must know it too, for the way she drags her hips up and down, precisely on his length, through the loose black pants he's wearing. This wasn't going to cut it for much longer, the need to be pleasuring her in a different way taking over his brain. "Sorry to disappoint." Niko shakes his head at the fake scowl on her face, but Stassi breaks the act and the two of them smile together. Hot breath intertwining as their eye contact is still intense. "Good choice." He'll gladly think of her every time he's sitting on the couch. Hands go to her hips, slowly lifting her off of his lap and onto the seat beside him. Her elbows were placed onto the couch, desire hooded eyes watching his every move. He's fasts kicking his shoes off, crawling back over to her body and reaching for buttons on her pants. "First way we're christening this, me eating you out on this couch." He's desperate to feel just how turned on she was.

[stassi siminski]

It's quiet here, still. In her apartment there would be the distant background noise of traffic, car horns, shouting-- a melee of New York noises, a constant that had come to sound like white noise to her. Here there is nothing but the sound of her own blood pumping, Niko's breathing, her moans. It's intense and with anyone else she might feel self-conscious, but never with him. "Oh I'm not disappointed," she purrs, kissing him again, her fingertips toying with the waistband of his Calvin Kleins. Before she can slip her hand through that barrier she's lifted, Niko easily manoeuvring her to exactly where he wanted her. Sex was so often a performance for her but there's no impulse to put on a show now, happy to be putty in his hands. When he speaks she says his name in a moan, "Niko. Are you real? Am I dreaming?" Of course that would be his demand. Of course. He was the most considerate man she had ever met, so she eschews her usual protests, too hungry for him to turn down such a tantalising offer. She shimmies out of her jeans and kicks them to the floor, propped on her elbows as she looks at him between her thighs, thin lace panties a pitiful barrier. "Just wait until I return the favor."

[niko blackwood]

She shimmies out of her jeans and is left only in the sexiest thin panties he’s ever seen. He’s curious about everything as he stares at the little fabric covering her. His finger pushes the barrier to the side, just to get a feel of how turned on Stassi was. Slowly, moving up and stopping before he reached her clit. His eyes meet hers as he’s satisfied with the findings, a smirk touching his lips as his thumbs brushes against the spot she wants him to touch her the most. Giving it a teasing amount of friction, he notices the rise of her hips. Niko gives her one more slow circle, feeling the wetness of her pleasure increase, followed by the whimpers she’s making as he begins his torture. But he can’t restrain himself any longer, he wants a taste so badly. Removing his hand, he pulls the panties off her hips, down her smooth legs and tosses them onto the floor. He leaves some wet kisses and licks along the inside of her thighs, before finally burying his face between them. His tongue carefully slides along her slit, enjoying her taste before it lands on her clit. Drawing figure eights as he pulls Stassi’s hips closer, pressing her body further into his mouth. His eyes peer up at her as when he adds his finger inside of her. “Does this still feel like a dream?”

[stassi siminski]

Stassi loved this. Being pinned down and viewed with undisguised lust, feeling like prey pinned down by a predator. She's wet and his finger slips easily inside of her, drawing a gasp from her lips as if he'd pushed a button. He skirts around the button she desperately wants him to push, teasingly, toying with her, his eyes on hers as hers darkened with need. "Niko," she mumbles, growing ever slicker as he continues his perverse torture. Her hips buckle at his touch, trying to push him in the direction she desperately craves, though it's to no avail. He has the measured control of someone who knew what he was doing, leaving her a quivering mess already when he'd barely so much as touched her. Finally his face is buried between her thighs and she lets out a low moan, her head lolling back and her fingers buried in his hair as she sinks into the pleasure. Finally she gets the attention she craves and it feels incredible, waves of pleasure starting to ripple through her. "Yes, fuck yes, don't stop," she moans, pushing his face back into herself.

[niko blackwood]

With his face buried between her legs and his mouth slowly bring her to pleasure, Niko can't think of anywhere better to be. The way she's letting go, enjoying the thrill and attention that he's worshipping her body with. Meeting her every moan with the friction of his tongue, adding in his finger to give her the most of the sensation. All while his tongue stayed lapping at her clit, occasionally drifting down to meet the wetness of her arousal. Stassi's fingers pull at his hair, tugging tighter when he does something that she loves. Her hips lifting to greet the loving torture he's providing her. She grinds against his face, and Niko would cherish this image forever - her eyes closed, his name that she was moaning as she came closer to completion. He pulls his mouth away, just to get a glance at her before she's thrown overboard to what she craves so desperately. "Cum for me, Stass," He adds in another finger, his thumb brushing a little more firm and fast. She's almost there, he can tell through her frenzied hip movements. "I know you can baby, you're right there." Tongue back to assaulting her clit as he hears her beg to not stop, a request she didn't have to make.