Ozzy was staring at Nikki. Well, that by itself wasn't so unusual. Actually, it was expected given his own stated fanatic obsession. Still she couldn't quite believe it, or rather she couldn't rationalize it. Whatever the case, there was so little distance between them and so much time for them to do... well this. She couldn't stop the sensation of her own heartbeat, nor could she even pretend to be able to ignore that little voice in the back of her mind. Somewhere, in the corners of her personality, she was glad it was awake, because after pulling Ozzy in, he began to kiss her again. This time more hurriedly with less focus. Pecks to lips, neck and jawline anything that was exposed that he could reach. He truly seemed to be a worshiper of her form and it was most tantalizing. The feeling of his fingers gripping her thighs, was sinful at best and she enjoyed it without end.
Ah, but this was far beyond worship. Making good on his words from previous moments, Ozzy's hands traveled down her body and eventually she'd find herself lifted, sandwiched between the door and the man himself. Her legs easily finding themselves wrapped around his torso. She shouldn't like this, her feet being off the ground should be a frightening loss of control, but it wasn't like Ozzy would let anything happen to her. Oh? Where had that idea come from? Well, if he worshiped her, he wouldn't want her broken right? He'd look after her to a great extent... hm, was that why it was so easy to trust him in a moment like this? Well, that was a question and and half and her brain had no room. Too many sensations. Like that little black dress sliding ever so gently up her hips. Her own hands began moving again, empty and with nothing to stop them her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt popping them apart while she studied him between kisses. Heavy breathing and that ever present thump of her heart which she swore she could hear, things were already heating up again, and she'd been the one to start it.
Ah, but this was far beyond worship. Making good on his words from previous moments, Ozzy's hands traveled down her body and eventually she'd find herself lifted, sandwiched between the door and the man himself. Her legs easily finding themselves wrapped around his torso. She shouldn't like this, her feet being off the ground should be a frightening loss of control, but it wasn't like Ozzy would let anything happen to her. Oh? Where had that idea come from? Well, if he worshiped her, he wouldn't want her broken right? He'd look after her to a great extent... hm, was that why it was so easy to trust him in a moment like this? Well, that was a question and and half and her brain had no room. Too many sensations. Like that little black dress sliding ever so gently up her hips. Her own hands began moving again, empty and with nothing to stop them her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt popping them apart while she studied him between kisses. Heavy breathing and that ever present thump of her heart which she swore she could hear, things were already heating up again, and she'd been the one to start it.
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