London

[Bloodedge]

Oh, how unusually tender for what they'd come to know of each other thus far. Everything the previous day had been almost a rush. Ozzy might have wondered if lust alone was the fuel for their actions, yet these moments silenced any assumptions. Alas, there was another truth to the matter. Even if not powered exclusively by lust, carnal desire was omnipresent in its own right. Those gentle touches and little pecks could only be fleeting as arousal began to claim two souls within this sitting room. The simple matter of Nikki claiming his lap the way she'd done was enough to raise loins, but her hips were already beginning to move. So close they were─ close enough that the discarding of a few articles would leave them melding together. Ozzy's gentle grip became something more akin to a clench, fingertips pressing into Nikki's skin as the sharpness of his inhales joined the ferocity of his heartbeat.

That 'good morning' would be lost to the world in an instant. Mostly, it would receive no response due to how quickly their lips were brought together again. Oliver couldn't complain one bit. No, all he could do was match that desperate clutch with every fiber of his being. Tension coursed through his every muscle, aiming to release itself through both groin and lips as the latter retaliated against Nikki's mouth. It was so strange that such a thrill could come his way when in the company of a woman and fully clothed. If it was ever going to be someone to bring about this eventuality, though, of course it would be Nikoleta. This was a proposition at base. Did he ever have an opportunity to turn it down? He wouldn't have done so anything, but something about Nikki's approach here was... not quite demanding, but certainly commanding.

[Apollymi]

Nikki hadn't given Ozzy a chance to reply to her morning greeting. Even so, she was having a great time of her occupation of his lap. Those gentle movements of her hips, even fully clothed didn't stop at all. It was just the same that the soft movements of her mouth were a constant as well. Her lips meeting his repeatedly would evolve a bit, as she nibbled at his bottom lip, sucked it with purpose. She wanted him to open his mouth to her so she could enter that space with her tongue. She wanted to gently caress the inside of his mouth as she aimed for an amount of closeness, unperturbed by timing. Surely, this pair of people was still behaving a bit like horny teens. That much was obvious by the amount of clothing still present on their persons. But today, there wasn't a feeling of rushing encompassing the whole of Nikki's actions. She felt a bit more settled in that carnal desire today. Now instead of the itch of impulsivity she had a desire to claim.

Right at the moment the feeling of Ozzy's fingers against her sides was quite enticing. Though there was another matter. Beneath her, his groin was more than happy to let her know of its existence. As she kissed him in this manner she found herself growing in arousal knowing she could excite him like this, even fully clothed at a moments notice. Strangely, there was some kind of power in knowing someone found you attractive. Ozzy seemed to have a bit extra of such a power when she considered how much he liked her for just herself. She found her hands moving from his hair eventually tracing the skin of his neck as they kissed. She liked his clothes and his clothing choices, but she'd have to break their kiss to get more access to his skin. Ah... well, that could wait, she had a bit more patience to enjoy today, and there was a certain pace she intended to take as she took a bit of charge in this situation. She wondered if she'd be allowed this... well, time would tell.

[Bloodedge]

Heat. Oliver felt a massive surge of heat coursing through his body. Perhaps the sweater was to blame. Yes, it certainly wasn't a good idea to wear such a thing if this close contact was going to be an option. Luckily, he fancied the heat. Nikki seemed to fancy the idea of consuming his bottom lip, much like she did her own so frequently. There was no questioning this activity─ only questioning the limits of Nikki's intent. Where would she stop? Would there be any point of stopping at all, or even slowing? It didn't seem so, and that thought was riveting. Hands were moving about his head as his mouth was assaulted, and of course, his mouth opened naturally. Such resulted in an immediate intrusion of Nikki's tongue, in anything but an unwelcome manner.

Ah, that tongue. Oliver's own tongue met the intruder, albeit only within the confines of his own mouth. Nikki had been moving about as if she had a plan, so indeed, now was the time for the lad to take the proverbial back seat. He could have easily brought about a bit of swapping by forcing this interaction back into Nikki's mouth, but something about that felt... wrong. No, it only felt right to act as if inviting another into one's abode. That tongue was caressed upon entry, as well as for the duration of its stay. All the while, Ozzy's hands loosed their grip for the sole purpose of sliding lower down her sides. No matter what was in his way, if there was an arse to grab, he'd be taking hold of it─ and that seemed to be perfectly rational with the preexisting movements of Nikoleta.

[Apollymi]

Entry! Nikki had attained exactly what she desired from the movements of her mouth and with her tongue now moving about within Ozzy's mouth she was content. But content alone wasn't enough she would lavish the inside of his mouth, explore it fully while wrestling that which moved about within. If Ozzy took any issue with the directness of her approach, he hadn't gone about making it anything different. Not a single push back was met against any of her motions, her hands were settled and his did the same but not in anyway which impeded her own exploration or movements. Instead the lad whose lap she occupied would have his hands grabbing her rear. That was a warm and welcome sensation. Nikki herself was rather petite as a woman, well-proportioned but with nothing particularly exotic about her figure. As such, Ozzy's obvious interest was something she welcomed without hesitation. She liked this feeling and found a gentle moan escaping her.

She began to wonder as she continued, if there would be a point at which Ozzy wished to stop or change what was happening here. He hadn't shown that he would stop her from doing most anything she liked, and she didn't have any strange desires so she doubted they would clash properly at any point. So she continued when a break was natural she pulled back from his mouth and stared endlessly into his face. He really was gorgeous!~ Her fingers traveled downward to the sides of his sweater. She did like the look of it, and she would love to talk fashion with Ozzy but right now she simply wanted to see more of him and to feel the warmth of his skin directly. "Hm, aren't you hot in this?" she asked as she aimed to help him out of it. Whatever the case, she wanted more, she hadn't move from his grip, nor exited his lap and intended to remain just as she was until she got whatever it was she was actually seeking from such a position.

[Bloodedge]

Naturally, that heat wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Nikoleta inhabited his mouth as if it were her personal property, and Ozzy had no room to complain at all. As far as exotic figures went, and as far as Oliver was concerned, there were none more luxurious than what his hands lay upon presently. Of course, that only meant he had to keep a decently firm grip of it when possible, didn't it? Yes, that would be the case. It seemed even, that Nikki fancied his grasp... unless her moans happened to be the result of his groin pulsing beneath her at the time. It could have been one thing, it could have been the other─ neither made a difference in this situation.

No, he didn't have a single intention of changing current events. Ozzy didn't even think to take charge of the situation in any respect, given how clearly invested Nikki was in laying claim to him. Excitement was all he knew. Well, that wasn't the whole of it. He knew excitement, but also general wonder. What all would Nikki be doing? Apparently, everything would begin in a new phase as her hands reached the bottom of his sweater, tugging away when their lips finally parted. Along with this, came a question. "Fat lot of good that'll do; I think I'll be hot regardless," he quipped as that sweater and shirt combination was being pulled up his torso. This proximity to Nikki alone would have been more than enough to have him tugging at his collar, even if they were both fully nude in an air-conditioned room. This sort of heat, however, was the type none should ever complain about. "Not to say I mind the help, but I'm not too bothered if it gets even hotter~"

[Apollymi]

The natural heat accumulating between them, surely wasn't going to disappear just because Nikki removed his sweater. Of course, that didn't matter because what she wanted from him was that heat. Strangely, even through her clothes the press of his hands and the pulse of his member were both rather enticing things to feel. Her lack of rushing in this moment meant she'd get to enjoy them more and that brought a certain hidden joy to Nikki. She was taking ownership of his lad piece by piece, whether she realized it or not. But this wasn't simply a matter of plaguing his thoughts for more than a year. No, this was a personal matter of Nikki taking a great interest in him personally. Nothing she'd seen of him so far was anything other than what she wanted, and as such making her own interest in him as clear as humanly possible seemed to be woven into her every action.

Her fingers traced skin as she managed to get his sweater up to the halfway point. He'd have to remove his hands if only for a moment for her to get it up and over his head. She assumed he'd acquiesce to such a desire, while he spoke of being 'hot'. She grinned at the statement as it was true in more ways than one. "You're right about that," she complimented. Though he was always singing her praises, she couldn't help mentioning how much she saw him in a similar light. She hadn't had a whole year to get used to the amount of attractiveness the man contained... so all of it was still very new to her. "Well, if you don't mind the help, we can definitely make it hotter~" she mentioned. Upon him being unveiled she'd move back in her face being buried into the side of his neck. She'd press her lips there, drawn her tongue up towards his ear and shift her hips just a little bit more in his lap.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, he was right, and in multiple ways to boot. He was always going to be 'hot' in the sense of being attractive. Just the same though, he was always going to be hot and bothered in the presence of Nikoleta. Both now and the previous day were poor examples for how far his adoration went, but even Ozzy himself could tell things would only develop with every interaction they had. Chances were, he'd hardly survive enough encounters to unveil the truth, but he was more than willing to spend a lifetime working toward it.

Speaking of working toward things, a sacrifice had to be made. What a shame it was that he had to release his hold on Nikki, even if just for a moment. He let go, of course, only to return the moment that shirt was pulled over his head. He didn't care where it ended up, regardless of its price or limited availability. There was only one thing of importance here, and it was Nikki─ he had to get her sorted as she liked, however that would be. "Sounds lovely. I'm not one to dress for cold weather anyway," he quipped in response to that little flirt of hers. Her hips were mobile once again, and soon, her lips and tongue were wetting his neck. Ozzy's head tilted the opposite direction as goose pimples rose along his torso. What a tease. Surely Nikki knew the immediate effects of what she was doing. At this rate, their trousers would both become soaked at the groin as they rubbed against one another through the layers. Just the same, Ozzy would soon be well out of his mind. "Alright, you got me there. Definitely hotter, that. What do I do to heat things up on your end?" the male questioned. There remained many more things he wanted to know. What really tickled her fancy, for example, was his prime concern presently. How would he next deliver satisfaction, or rather... did he even need to do a single thing at this rate?

[Apollymi]

Nikoleta had some interesting feelings in the making about Oliver. Though admittedly quite a few of them were about his appearance, she'd already become fond of the fun he showed himself capable of. Beyond that point his charm and kindness easily won over any of her misgivings. She was having an interesting time and had every intention of figuring out how much her own feelings could grow towards his. She was already infatuated, she already enjoyed his company, she already desired him... so what more could she want?

Well, right at the moment, there were a few more angles she wished to view his face from. And their current positioning was one of those. She wished this for the time being... and for a start simply because it was proof of her own interest. After all, she couldn't have him feel as if he was solely the one interested in her, such a feeling was absolutely heartbreaking. And if there was one thing she didn't want, it was that potential. No, right just now, she wished to show that budding affection, in the only way she could. By claiming him as her own. Ah, but the distractions of his form were still present as well. Given the placement of her face in his neck her hands traced his exposed torso only to feel the goose flesh in response to the workings of her tongue and lips on his neck. A knowing smirk broke out across her face as she ever so gently teased him with the rocking motions of her hips. She'd then speak against those gently wet spaces she'd created, thinking to answer his inquiry. "Oh... that's a good question, innit?" she replied playfully. In the space of a breath after that question she moved a bit to flick his earlobe with her tongue. "Save it for later though... I'm sure you'll keep me hot regardless~" she mentioned as she took the time to gently close her teeth around that lobe. "Right just now, I wanna go like this," she punctuated this with a gentle rocking of her hips in his lap. "So when I get up to take my clothes off, you'll finish getting naked for me right, Ozzy?" she asked as she blew a gentle breath into that same ear. Nikki had probably teased a bit more than she would have normally, but she'd wished to ride this lad as she'd been teasing the last few moments. Her own movements told her she was about ready for such an undertaking regardless, and so long as Ozzy was agreeable to the plan... they could progress towards that goal.

[Bloodedge]

And there he sat, topless and erect beneath a fully, yet comfortably-clothed, lass. The pressure of this situation was getting to him quickly. It had little to do with his own clothing situation, but everything to do with the rising sexual tension Nikki was causing. His question was a good one, allegedly. What of it? Apparently, there was nothing to be done with the offer. Nikki had a solid plan, and it didn't at all involve his own input. She was going to get up. She was going to disrobe. In the meantime, she would be expecting him to remove what remained of his clothes as well. What could he say? Well, no was not an answer that could escape him at all. "Well there's no need to ask me twice," he managed through the gasps that came as a result of Nikki's approach. There was hardly a thing he could do besides disrobe, if he was going to be watching Nikki do the same. Well, that wasn't fully true. He'd have to be rather conscious of doing so, lest he let himself be lost in observation. "I think I can manage. Since you're so sure, I can at least do that."

Progress. That was the name of the game, wasn't it? To make it, he had to remove his hands from the lass once more. What a shame. Realistically though, he'd only receive a higher quality surface to grasp if he let loose right away. And so, he did. His hands slid themselves off Nikki's rear, and his eyes traveled along her form as she remained in his lap. She'd be up soon enough, he thought... and he could easily observe while also ridding himself of breeches and the like. After all, he no longer had to be concerned with any articles impairing his vision, since that had been taken care of moments prior.

[Apollymi]

Ozzy was apparently rather agreeable with the current plan that Nikki had laid. He agreed with his words, and though she'd been teasing him constantly his actions also complied. She soon enough found the lad letting go of her person which he would have had to do in order for her to exit his lap properly. Ah, so there it was, now it was time for her to make good on the plan she'd so recently constructed. Still, if she was being honest, Nikki didn't really want to exit this man's lap at all. What would it be like to just be able to cast aside one's clothes in a single motion and attain nudity instantly without losing anything... a pipe dream but it surely would have been useful for moments like this. Right just now though, she'd press her lips against his having finally abandoned those teasing mouth movements at the side of his face. "That's a good man~" she mentioned after the peck and she'd extricate herself from his lap.

Given Ozzy's own agreement, she expected after standing that he would be too. It would take Nikki mere seconds to remove her top, which was barely more than a gentle slip of fabric. She tossed, more than willing to pick it up some other time. Those sweatpants she wore were just as easy to remove as well and would fall to the floor pretty easily after sliding down her hips. Ah, there was the little matter of that thong of hers too. The one thing that would actually take more than a single second to remove. Plain black in color she'd slip her fingers into the sides and stretch it gently to move it down her hips. Ah, all the while she took casual glances towards Ozzy, she was half bent over by now, but that was both for tease and functionality. After what felt to her like hours of built up excitement, she would be naked again and ready to occupy Ozzy's lap.

[Bloodedge]

An agreement was reached, and with it came the rise of Nikoleta. Ozzy would not be standing, interestingly enough. No, he sat in place while unfastening his belt and trousers. One heel ground against another to slip a shoe off, and the other followed soon after. All the while, his gaze was fixed. Nikki's shirt flew off her torso with haste, while Ozzy saw it as a glorious, slow-motion flourish feeding into his arousal. The same could be said of those sweatpants that he saw collapsing around her ankles. None of these maneuvers needed to be showy or anything of the sort, for Oliver to see them that way. He was never halted from his own progress... until Nikki was partially bent over and removing her undergarments in an obvious effort to tease. She did want him focused on getting rid of his clothes, right? Well, he was still going to get that done, even at a slower pace.

"Bloody hell, if I had a quid for every time you made me stop what I was doing─" he mused. It took nothing for him afterwards to slip out of his pants and boxers simultaneously. They'd be left on the floor not far from Nikki's own trousers, leaving Ozzy with nothing but a pair of black socks and a palpitating erection that seemed to be aiming straight up at his own face. Of course, he also still had that ever-present grin. He sat upon the couch with all the brass of a man who owned the building. Actually, he may as well have been the owner! Nikoleta Corbyn fancied him, and that placed him on a higher podium than any man on Earth could hope to reach!

[Apollymi]

Nikki's occasional glances in Ozzy's direction were rather telling. There was the matter that the man was always smiling and looked perfectly at home while pulling off his trousers and boxes from the seated position. Then there was the aside that his manhood was an entity unto itself. "Blimey," she muttered once more. This man was the image of perfection to Nikki, and beyond that he had so much on offer to her that she could hardly believe it was all for her. Though she'd been teasing him gently while half-bent over, his words reached her ears and made her chuckle just a little? "Well I haven't even done anything, on purpose yet~" she mused as well. So flirty these two managed to be, even while Ozzy looked like a king upon his throne at the height of his kingdom. Actually, Nikki quite fancied that as an idea... she'd save that for later.

Regardless now fully undressed she returned to the couch and Ozzy's lap, very gently rising herself and trapping his manhood between them. Such an undertaking needed a bit of a slow and steady approach at least for a little while, but at this angle she was quite in charge of it and left herself to hover over it. She'd gently move her hips about wetting the tip of him as she leaned over his face. It'd be a while yet before she settled back down into his lap, as such she'd used this time as an advantage. She'd kiss him softly while beginning that slow descent onto his manhood. This was exquisite. Could she really have this man all to herself with no drawbacks? Well, she had a dream of this and it seemed Ozzy shared it, so why shouldn't they make this happen?

[Bloodedge]

"Really?" Oliver questioned after hearing Nikki claim she'd done nothing on purpose. "Well, when comes the chance for me to be selfish and ask you to do something on purpose then?" As far as Ozzy was concerned, Nikki being bent at the waist and on full display was very purposeful... and his groin agreed wholeheartedly. If that wasn't intentional, what would she manage if she truly tried? He was almost dying to find out.

Ah yes, a king on his throne. That was certainly what the lad felt like, but a king required a queen. Luckily, his was on the way to her own throne, which happened to be his lap. She claimed her throne, slowly, carefully even. He couldn't blame her for the process; it had been the same way on the opposite end. Besides, he couldn't possibly complain about the sensations he felt from her sex rubbing against his tip, slicking it to prepare for an eventual smoother entry. Oh, and the kissing─ what an extra little treat that was. Gone was the urgency they once knew. Now, everything seemed so... affectionate, as if their earlier mentions of marriage had resulted in an actual engagement, and this was the celebration of upcoming nuptials. Ozzy decided to leave her to her own devices while they kissed. He resisted any urges to grab her hips, choosing instead to claim the sides of her face with both hands. That softness was not lost; no, it was returned in kind without failure. He met her with a gentleness matching the supple nature of her lips. No matter how much his loins screamed at him with nonsense─ ravage her, bend her backwards, pin her by the ankles and the like... there was only one way to answer this meeting, and it was the way Nikki initiated.

[Apollymi]

"Yeah, really~" answered Nikki. She truly wasn't trying to do anything specific. Well, aside from the current bout of seductive behavior, but nothing she'd done at the moment was outside of the ordinary for her behavior. Of course, he questioned when he would get to be selfish and ask that she do something on purpose. Hm, when indeed? "When the time comes, feel free to ask what you'd like... I'm not opposed to allowing you a spot of selfish indulgence~" she mentioned happily. Soon after though her mouth was rather occupied. She was kissing this man again and beginning to fall down upon his manhood. Gravity was doing a great deal of the work in this case, even so she couldn't help the small noises escaping her as she made her descent. Her mouth opening and her tongue seeking to gain entry into his mouth again. Of course, it was noted by her that the placement of Ozzy's hands weren't on her hips but instead around her face. She really should have been a bit more wary of such things, but given their previous interactions, his level of gentlemanly behavior and her own current actions, she had no problems with what was happening here.

It was more curious than anything that he was being so very soft, as if simply matching the energy that she was putting out. Not that she minded the urgency of their previous bout, she simply wished to claim him in the way she found most normal for herself. She wanted to enjoy him. And this was the method she chose for that enjoyment. And boy was it pleasurable. The soft shifting of her hips had begun as she took the movements of gentle pushing from above. It was torturous but she was enjoying it, that much was obvious by the gentle pulsing she felt within herself, her loins already slick enough to allow the coating she aimed for with these initially shallow movements. How long would she be able to keep up such deliberate pacing? She had no idea, but she would just to have a look at Ozzy from this angle. It would take quite a few moments but eventually those gentle movements would have her settle down further and further into his lap, until the tip of him brushed right against the end of her person. What a strange jolt of sensation that was, and when it happened she'd finally break their kiss.

[Bloodedge]

Oliver's indulgences would be allowed in future. That was very useful information and all, yet his current form of gratification came in the form of Nikki's desire. Tongues danced slowly as the lass prodded her way into his mouth again. Of course, her effort was hardly required to gain said entry. The more she worked her way onto his shaft, the more Oliver lost all ability to resist reactions, resulting in the natural opening of his mouth for the sake of loosing a gasp. Experience always dictated that endowment of his caliber came with easy access to a pleasurable experience. These lasses always felt tighter than they would have for more average tools. Even with that being the discovered truth, though, Nikki seemed to remain an exceptional case. Maybe it was the infatuation, or maybe he needed to thank his sister for the indirect workout routine advice she gave this woman.

Even though he had no intention of disturbing the ride Nikoleta chose for herself, Ozzy's instincts would not allow him to be idle. His hold of the lass' face was solid even while being gentle enough to cradle a newborn child. He may have been eclipsing her head from either side, but it wasn't as if he intended to crush it. Eventually, their lips were fated to part. This was no work of Oliver's, nor seemingly Nikki's full conscious effort. He knew the cause. He felt the cause as a battering ram would be halted by a barricade it hadn't the momentum to go through. As far as strange jolts were concerned, one reverberated its way through his length and into the core of his being. It was strange, experiencing such a thing from movements so gradual. Until Nikoleta, he'd never even bothered going to such length, and he certainly wouldn't have expected her to do as much of her own accord. "Fuck," he muttered in both shock and pleasure. Advantage was quickly taken of their parted lips. With the space created, his hands moved to guide Nikki's head upward. Ozzy needed just a bit of room to dive in, after which he had a mind to unleash the flat of his tongue upon her neck in one long, slow stroke up to her jawline.