London

[Bloodedge]

Ozzy could never have imagined what it was like to feel his ego inflating. Nothing else had ever done the trick; the commentary of others was always just... words. From Nikki, however, even a single word such as blimey was more than any praise could offer. She went on to say there wasn't much else she could be looking at, while interestingly staring him in the eye. That stare was returned as if he found Nikki's gaze just as entrancing, and in fact, he did. There was an intense little ring in those purple hues that, when struck by the light, produced the strangest and most appealing... discoloration, as it were. Maybe Ozzy was just infatuated enough to be imagining things, but he could almost see an inviting rainbow in her gaze. Ah, but Ozzy's gaze was lingering too long where it need not for the time being. As he crouched over her horizontal body, he kissed her lips more tenderly than before. He could feel the shifting of her legs, which gave implications of her readiness. No... he couldn't just take that as a sign. He intended to savor this woman, and he would do so in every way possible. His lips made contact with her jawline again, her neck once more, her chest yet again, and he never stopped moving down. No, downward momentum continued until his head was between Nikki's legs. His hands grasped her outer thighs, and his lips pressed against her inner thigh repeatedly. All the while, his eyes were on the prize: that sweet little nectary, so very close that he could both see and smell the drink waiting to quench his thirst.

[Apollymi]

Ozzy might not have imagined what it was like to have his ego boosted. In the same way, Nikki never imagined having such an effect on someone so obviously attractive. Words around this lad seemed to just slip from between her lips from time to time without filter. Oh, but what was this... he was meeting her gaze after her statement. He stared at her in a way which made her feel uniquely special. It was very interesting to feel like you were the only thing that mattered to someone, especially when you'd only met that someone recently. Even so, she couldn't say she'd grow out of liking the sensation. What else couldn't she grow out of liking? That very tender meeting of lips. How very soft, and not implicitly lustful. Well, they were both lusting after each other to some extent, but how could he kiss her that softly. She practically melted from it, if she'd been standing, her knees would have given way. It simply wasn't fair, he definitely couldn't kiss her like that and ever actually walk away from her. What would she do with herself after such a thing?

The answer to that question was strange. She'd leaned back her legs gently parting in anticipation. Ah, but his kisses moved, those tender lips of his meeting her jawline causing her to take in a breath. They touched her neck she practically swooned. How could he be doing something like this, to her with such methods? More kisses came and he traveled down her body while doing it. How very strange that he made it all the way to her thighs, gripping them from the outside while placing his head between her legs. What was he doing? Those same soft lips met the inside of her thigh and she sighed, just the smallest exhale as she looked down at the man, with his head between her legs. Was he really about to do this, not as an obligation, not just to reciprocate but because it was where he wished to be? It sure looked like it considering his line of sight. If he did this... she might die. Though admittedly if he was teasing she might also die. It was a very complicated day. There was so much anticipation in her, to find out what he would do, still... this was such an interesting perspective, she couldn't say no to viewing it.

[Bloodedge]

There was no room for teases this day. Ozzy had a desire, and there was nothing that could convince him to do anything but see it fulfilled. He may have been busy kissing the inner side of her thigh, but rather than some taunt, it was an effort intended as yet another jumpstart to arousal. It wouldn't be long, though, as he simply couldn't resist the call of what he saw. Peck by peck, he made his way closer and closer to that succulent little flower, until his lips pressed against it as well. Oh? He couldn't tell which pair of lips on this woman met the touch of his own so pleasantly, but he could tell that this would be very worth his while. His tongue emerged to bury itself in her crevice, as if to find sustenance within. Did he find any? Well, yes, of course. He found it, he took it unto his taste buds, and he sought more without hesitation. Not a moment passed before his face was fully buried in Nikoleta's crotch, folds kept separated by the corners of his mouth. In this vast desert of a world, the dehydrated camel named Oliver had finally located an oasis. There was only one thing to do upon confirming that it wasn't just another mirage he'd been experiencing for months upon months. What, one might ask? Well...

He was going to drain it dry, as impossible a feat as that actually was.

[Apollymi]

Those kisses inside of her thigh were steadily moving inward causing a build up of anticipation and arousal. Nikki didn't know she could enjoy this long game of cat and mouse, but here she was... having a good time of it. Oh, those pecks were leading him inward until of course, she felt the press of his lips against the ones which weren't on her face. Well, goodness... that was an intense yet soft feeling. She was quite sure she enjoyed that, way more than she should have and such pleasantries would only increase from that moment forward. The softness of his tongue emerged to enter her folds. Sensational. A breath caught in her throat and she found herself moaning as the start of this leg of their encounter seemed to be almost too much to bear. How did he actually manage to do this in such a way as to enhance the feeling of it? Was it enthusiasm? Was that it? It had to be right? That face now fully buried between her thighs made her shift a bit just to see... Nikki would be propping herself up on her elbows looking down her own body. She was biting down on her bottom lip stifling those sounds that aimed to leak out but failing at it to a great extent. "Mmpfff~" what a small noise that finally escaped. She could already feel those stark tingles deep within herself. If he kept this up with any kind of frequency she'd be done for. Each movement of his tongue was undoing her, she could barely see straight as it stood. There was so much heat in her face she was certain she'd pass out. Her heart was thundering within her own chest. This couldn't be real... he couldn't be all of these things. Poor Nikki, she was coming undone at the seams, and deeply enjoying every moment of it.

[Bloodedge]

More, more, and more yet. The thirst Oliver felt was an endless one. It would not be quenched with a few measly laps of the tongue against Nikki's sex, nor would it be quenched if they spent this entire day indulging in each other. For anything resembling true satisfaction, he'd have to come back tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, and for so many more down the line. He couldn't possibly explain this in his current position, but his actions would perhaps portray his every feeling. Hearing that small utterance from Nikki, and feeling the movements of her body, his gaze rose. Half-lidded and glazed over were his eyes as they watched her expression. His hands were forever gently moving along the skin of her thighs, and that oscillating tongue of his was gradually making its way down toward the source of that life nectar he strived to consume. With the latter came greater depth that required an extension of his tongue. Ah, it seemed he had inserted it into the canal hidden within the the trench, so to speak. Oh well; this was clearly the source he sought. How would the lass accept this advancement? He was dying to know, to understand what provided her the greatest pleasure, that he might refine his technique to suit whatever preferences she had.

[Apollymi]

Oliver might have had an unquenchable thirst, but Nikoletta was developing a strong desire. Ah, it was the tongue in addition to everything else... that little sound escaped her and her downward gaze was soon met by the half-lidded golden gaze she found herself transfixed by. Actually, the level of hypnotizing she found this gaze while he was buried between her thighs was probably higher and she had no idea why. It might have been the perspective, it might have been that gentle building sensation in her sex... it could have been any number of things. But that oscillating movement of the tongue was not one to be ignored, a gentle sigh escaped this lad as she continued to watch him work. She had no idea what her face was doing but she couldn't afford to fight herself about what she looked like right now. No, she was too busy feeling that strange sensation. "Ooo," another moan escaped her as Ozzy's tactics changed and his tongue extended within her person.

"Ozzy, if you do that... I won't be able to hold out..." that sentence came out as a moan she should have been shifting away from this sort of attention, but the feeling of that tongue within her depths made her actions change. Her right hand would soon be buried within his locks while the other gripped the side of the table. She was so close to climax she could feel tingles developing across her skin, from her face to her thighs with each movement of his tongue she inched closer and closer to bliss. This was the point in dreams were you tended to wake up right? Obviously, as soon as that moment was reached she'd open her eyes and her alarm clock would go off and she'd forget his face lost in a sea of images she probably just saw in the internet. It was obvious she made him up... clearly she was just having a go at herself having not seen this sort of action in far too long for her mind to cope. She made up the perfect man and he was going to lead her to ecstasy and then back to reality. The moment where those tingles properly spread came suddenly, the moisture between her thighs increasing as she clinched them tighter around that head. Her own head fell back and she moaned aloud. Her grasp had tightened gently as well, and her eyes were closed for just a second. God that felt good, obviously it was just what she needed, and then her alarm would go off and she'd be humping a pillow back in her flat right? Right?

[Bloodedge]

Considering Nikki's moans became more consistent while she ensnared his hair between her fingers and clutched the table beneath her, Ozzy could assume the current stratagem was ideal for the situation. Oh, and there were even words offered to him during her one-way trip to orgasm. She wouldn't be capable of holding out if he did that, huh? Upon hearing that, there was a glint in his eye and an upturn to his lips. He'd been hoping for that sort of reaction; he'd been aiming to do nothing but please. No effort would be spared to convince this woman that she should take Ozzy's offering of himself in every respect, and if she could show no restraint, he was on the right path to everything he'd ever wished for. Sadly, but also gloriously, Nikki's expression became lost to him due to the retreat of her head. While he was remiss to see that sparkling countenance of hers leave his sight, the reason for it doing so was exhilarating.

Clearly, this was no act. If Ozzy even thought it were, he would have been brought to reality by the meat of Nikki's thighs capsizing around his cranium, tension being added to the clench of his hair, and of course... the fact that his lips and chin were suddenly slicked with the natural lubricant of her sex. Ah yes, now was the time for Nikki to wake up... yet it seemed her alarm had never been properly set. That was fine; Oliver would ensure her punctual waking. The young man acted as his own form of alarm clock all for her sake, though perhaps the sound of him literally slurping away at excess maiden oil would not function the same as the annoying bleep of a digital clock.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was on cloud nine, her eyes were still closed as her body finally relaxed post flourish. Her thighs let go of the head between them and her hands and core lost their tension. Actually, she could feel something strange, she should have been waking but she could still feel a tongue moving about below her beltline. Obviously, it was a left over from the dream and as soon as she opened her eyes she would see it was just her imagination. Oh, it still felt nice... even with those strange slurping noises, she could definitely tell this was a dream. Never had anyone managed to get that kind of pleasure out of her. Never outside of her own head was she ever so satisfied by such an interaction, right? She opened her eyes, she had to but that sound didn't stop. She moved her fingers but she could still feel locks of hair, and the softness of scalp. "No... I have to be dreaming, right? I was supposed to wake up after all of that..." she moaned her words still feeling particularly tingly. She finally tilted her head back down and found between her legs the lad known as Oliver Williams slurping away at her naughty nectar.

Oh, "Bloody hell, it's real... this is actually happening. It's not fair~" she moaned. It truly wasn't fair. If she'd made this man up, if he was simply part of her imagination then everything made sense. But if he existed as he seemed to, well there were so many problems. He was so perfect, his face was buried between her legs capable of bringing her to climax long before proper penetration was reached. He was obsessed with her, he liked the same things she liked and he was absolutely gorgeous. Those golden eyes of his were a trap of some sort, she knew it and yet, she was so blissful in this moment she could want nothing else but this man. He was real and he was ruining her... she'd never be able to do anything else. She'd always desire this type of attention and she hadn't even gotten to the other part yet. She was becoming oddly pliable, she'd take anything this man offered and offer more of herself than she ever thought to before, he'd kindled so much passion in her soul she hardly knew what to say. "You can't keep doing this to me Ozzy~ I might not ever wake up..."

[Bloodedge]

She was still on about this all being some sort of dream. Ozzy wasn't sure about the reality of it all either, but if there was not an ounce of realism to be found, then he'd already decided to keep the fantasy going. If it were her dream that his consciousness somehow ended up within, then it was his job to stop her waking... at least until he cemented the idea of himself in her subconscious, and created the strongest of core memories. With these things in mind, he was there waiting for the moment Nikki looked his way again. What would he do when their eyes met again? He'd wink as his tongue traversed the full length of her slit from bottom to top, flicking over the knob en route to freedom.

"Not fair?" he questioned as his body rose as well. He had his taste, Nikki had her first sample of pleasantries to come, and he remained with that thumping erection awaiting its turn. Standing at his full height, he had one hand rubbing Nikki's sex while the other gripped his own, as if to keep stimulation to the former while trying to restrain the latter from bursting. Even his breath wouldn't stabilize though, and presently, he wasn't doing a thing; it seemed his heartbeat was mighty enough to affect the actions of his lungs. "I can do. Fuck sake, I'll gobble you head to toe if you like; just say the word. So, what would ya' like? I'd like t'know~"

[Apollymi]

All of this really should have been a dream of some sort. She shouldn't have been feeling so deeply about all of this. There shouldn't have been any way a man like this actually existed in the world. So, when she looked down her own body to still see that man there she'd been utterly shocked. How was the realness of this situation confirmed by the man below, a simple wink and that tongue of his traveling the entire length of womanhood. Oh, that felt great, her mouth opened and she moaned again feeling the flush tingling when he flicked her bean with his tongue. That cheeky flirty attitude of his shining through. He knew what he was doing to her... he knew he was ruining her and he'd keep doing it. Strangely, Nikki had no desire to stop him. If this was the thing that kept her from ever looking at any other man, well, she supposed it was time to settle down fully. If he made her obsessed with him, he'd take responsibility right?

"It's not fair if you make me mental and I didn't make you up~" she said as her loins were stirred manually and she looked this man up and down. She hadn't taken her eyes off him since she opened her own. And here he was rubbing her slit while holding back that massive meat she'd spent her morning entertaining. Oh, she'd likely not just spend this morning doing that huh? If this was a dream, then she could just have him right? That seemed to be the offer on the table as she shifted her eyes away from his manhood and nibbled her bottom lip. Ozzy could do exactly what he had done... and gobble her up, head to toe, if she asked him to? Oh, he had no idea what he'd done now did he? Or maybe he did know and it was all some elaborate plan to make her into a nutter? Okay. Penny in the air. Nikki would inch her hips towards the edge this table and further into this lad's attention. Whatever she liked? Well, she slipped that dress over her hips finally, managing to slip it and its undershirt over her own head, to be tossed across the room somewhere else. If she could have what she wanted... right at the moment then it was actually rather simple. "You wanna know what I'd like," she said as she removed her bra as well. She was going to be naked that was first. "Blimey, if I made you up, I'm madferit..." she said as that article of clothing also simply disappeared from her body somewhere. Right here, on top of the table she was now naked with Ozzy's hand rubbing against her womanhood. "I want my biggest fan to stir me up, and you to take responsibility for this obsession you've created~" she said with a low moan. She couldn't really help it, she was pulling him in closer. She wanted their lips brought together. Yes regardless of where his face had previously been. If this was a dream she didn't want to wake. If this was her own personal torture she'd accept it, if she made him up, she didn't have to share him with anyone else. And if she didn't well, he was now responsible for how obsessed she currently was with him.

[Bloodedge]

Upon the proverbial table was a choice to be made by Nikki, and upon the literal table was soon Nikki herself, in her truest form. Oh, it really was like Christmas, and the present he always wanted was unwrapping itself right before his very eyes. That Cheshire grin returned to his face in full force; he couldn't, and wouldn't dare be looking away. No, it seemed as if Ozzy had to etch every inch of this sight into his memory. He studied her form as if observing some new and exciting piece of art at a high-class exhibit. Magnificent, he thought; there was nary a flaw to be found anywhere he looked.

Nikki's desire was to be spoken as she scooted closer to the table's edge, pulling him closer to her as well. She said she wanted to be stirred up, which could mean only one thing. At long last, the moment of Oliver Williams' dreams was upon him, heralded by a kiss initiated by Nikki herself. Though surprised, there was no way he would meet that kiss bashfully. No, he'd delve into it just as he'd done numerous times today. In the meantime, he'd acquiesce to the lady's wishes. Ozzy already had a steady grip of himself, so it was nothing to guide his girth to her entrance. Just a press, just the tip would leave her folds concave around it as his focus remained on Nikki's mouth. Would it have been a bit too forward of him to seek her tongue with his own? Well, if it was, it was too late; he was doing so without so much as a second thought, his tongue jutting past the barrier of her lips in the heat of the moment whilst the tip of his member swelled against her other opening.

[Apollymi]

And once again, Ozzy's eyes were on Nikki. There could be something said for the amount of attention she currently received from this man. He always seemed like he was appraising and never dissatisfied by what he was viewing. She couldn't complain about this, she was in fact, guilty of doing the same thing to him since she met him. Still dream or reality, fact or fiction, one thing was absolute... there would be no stopping until every desire here was met. Ozzy had nothing but the providing of pleasure on his mind and was soon enough kissing her back and preparing her for her wishes. The tip of him teased her opening and she knew what it was he was doing. Ugh, this was going to be unbearable. If she'd been less experienced she might have been frightened, right just now, she was simply appreciative of the care he was taking with her form.

Ah, still that gentle pressure was enough to make her wiggle her hips just a little, that encompassing wetness sliding forward just a little. She doubted men would ever realize how much such things drove women to madness. Still, while in such a state, while tasting herself on his lips she'd soon find his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. She'd allow this, actually she was pretty sure she'd never stop him from doing such a thing. Her mouth opened gently and her own tongue met his in gentle invitation. She couldn't stop the happy moan that escaped her own mouth into his. Oh, that heavy breathing started again. Still as he aimed to guide himself into her, she aimed to keep him close enough to see that through. She'd take it at the speed he offered, happily waiting for her wishes to be granted. Still this truly wasn't fair, if a man like Ozzy could give her all these things... she'd truly have trouble letting him go.

[Bloodedge]

Steady was Ozzy's approach, even though it remained endlessly starved for more. He didn't want to cease penetration before it could truly begin, but it wasn't as if he could manage anything less than the slow approach. Indeed, as much as every fiber of his being wanted him to plunge balls-deep and thrust with reckless abandon, his purpose was to make a lasting impression. There were a few nudges here and there while their tongues intertwined. All the while, his tip was being slicked just as gradually as it moved. It became a somewhat simpler matter to push forward with each prodding motion. Not even a minute passed before Ozzy was slowly thrusting with grinding-like movements, pushing forward just enough to stretch Nikki's entrance before each retreat. His hand had once again attached itself to her leg for stability, while his other took hold of her side. Damned be the thought of that ceaseless thrusting; at this rate, he wasn't likely to last until he was fully submerged in her nether. Actually, part of the reason he moved so slowly now, was an effort to prevent an early conclusion. Would he make it? Time would tell, but the thought of it all was somewhat terrifying.

[Apollymi]

Ozzy's approach remained dangerously steady. There was no speed and no urgency just those gentle grinding pushes further and further into Nikki's depths. She wondered if he was doing this on purpose. Was his aim to tease or was it something else entirely? He was succeeding at teasing, and gently stretching the accommodating orifice. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a deep throbbing internally. She wanted more... but it was coming. Each push forward was promising a little more than the last. There was nothing wrong with this at all... In her current position she couldn't use her own leverage or anything so she was subject to those prodding thrusts.

Still there was something exciting about the whole of this situation. Her heart was pounding and her breaths had sped up. Her skin rippled with goose flesh as Ozzy's hands made contact with her leg and side again. She was naked this time. so each forward push would bring a new sensation whenever the gentle stretching was finally complete. All the while she seemed clutched onto the young man before her, mouths together and both of her hands aiming him forward. One of hers behind his head tangled in his hair, the other exploring the expanse of his back with the softness of her fingertips.

[Bloodedge]

How would poor Oliver manage to make it through this day? He felt as if he were suffering derealization; everything in the surrounding area was phasing out of existence, bar Nikki and her touch. His grip on her thigh and side became far more intense as he slowly slid his way forward, that throbbing becoming a more dangerous feeling with every millimeter he buried within. By the time he'd shoved about half of his shaft into Nikki's undercarriage, he could do naught but laugh at his own predicament. How couldn't he, after all? This shouldn't have been real, but now that it was, he could feel himself failing to utilize any proper amount of stamina. "Fuck all," he said through that laugh. Even as he came to terms with the ongoing, he could never move very far at all from Nikki's mouth. All this time, actually, the pair of them had been basically speaking directly into each other's mouths. "Might have to apologize, luv. I only went and let myself get too excited," he said. With that little warning out of the way, though, he didn't seem apt to stop anything going on. Ozzy only had the hope that his situation would be understood if he were upfront about it, but there was much more to be shared. "Don't go holding it against me, eh? I'll get you sorted~"