Nora

Nicolas didn't look away from my eyes when he brought his glass up to drink his wine. He deliberately licked his bottom lip slowly, as if taunting me, provoking me. His eyes were challenging. He wanted me to make the first move today.

I took my sweet time admiring his beauty. His hair was messily scattered up, the black strands almost falling on his forehead. His eyelashes were thick and long, curled up naturally, adorning the most beautiful pair of steely blue eyes, dark like the deepest pits of the ocean. His cheeks were wiped off any kind of stubble, clean and smooth. His face was angular, a sharp jaw, bone structure so beautiful as if God had made it himself. 

He was every woman's wet dream come true. But he was making mine come true. I was the woman who he couldn't get enough of.

I cleared my throat. "What kind of business are you doing with Charlie?"

He took a few seconds to answer. "You'll know soon."

I raised an eyebrow in response. I liked the challenge in his eyes. I had an advantage here. And I knew how to use it to my benefit. I leaned over the table, his eyes dropping to my chest like they always did to get a glimpse of my cleavage. Even though he could tear off the fabric from my body and I'd gladly let him, he still liked his secret glances. When his eyes met mine again, they were burning with desire.

"Are you horny, Nico?" I asked, keeping my voice light and teasing.

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Horny is a very weak word for what I am right now."

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry." He said. "Thirsty. Fucking starved. For you."

My core throbbed. I'd become used to that feeling in these past days. It always throbbed when he was around. It throbbed harder when he talked to me that way, deep and low, desire ridden eyes, his face barely hiding what he wanted to do to me. 

I gave him a lopsided smirk, discreetly taking off my sandals from beneath the table, not giving him the slightest hints. I brought my leg up, rubbing his thigh. His face didn't give away his emotions, but his eyes did. They smoked, and he used his hand to force my foot up, placing it directly on his very hard, very ready erection.

He hissed gently just as I moved my foot up and down, his grip on my leg tightening. "Nora," He grunted out. "This is a very dangerous game."

"I quite like playing games." I said, my smirk widening. "And I always win."

"I like the challenge, sweetheart." He said. "Why don't we take this somewhere private?"

"Nah. You wanted to fuck me in a public place, right? I like it here."

He stopped the movements of foot, and looked in my eyes when he said his next statement, "In a place where there are people, but alone. I'm not going to let others see you lose control the way I do. Your body is mine to see, mine to touch, mine to please."

"My body is mine." I said.

He tilted his head. "Let's see if that's true when you're under me tonight."

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"Nico!" I screamed. "Faster. Please, more."

He bent me down further, his arm tightening around my waist almost painfully as he fucked me from behind. His hand cupped my head, his fingers plunging into my hair. He gripped them tightly, pushing them forward so that they fell in front of my face and lowered down, his pace increasing. His mouth forcefully kissed the back of my neck, teeth sinking into my skin and sucking hard. His palm cupped my core and I screamed when his thrusts turned harder.

"This beautiful cunt is mine." He growled in my ear and increased his pace. "Say it."

"This cunt is mine." I said breathlessly. 

He slapped my ass in return, gripping it possessively in his palm. "Be a good girl and give me what I want."

When I still didn't say anything, he increased his pace further. His balls slapped against my hips and a scream left my lips. He flipped me over, hovering over me, his manhood teasing my entrance. "Nora,"

"Nicolas."

He got off me. "Touch yourself."

I scrambled up, closing my legs. "Wha-"

"Now, Nora." He ordered, settling on a chair right in front of me. "Spread your legs, use two fingers and rub yourself."

I stared at him with my mouth open. It wasn't like I didn't masturbate, but I did it in private, when I was alone. Doing it in front of someone felt very...vulnerable.

"Since it's yours," He said. "You should know how to use it to pleasure yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself. Show me how you make yourself cum."

I should've told him to go fuck himself. But I didn't. Because the challenging look in his eyes prompted me to open my legs again, bring my hand up and touch myself. His eyes darkened as his eyes followed my moves, licking his lip and leaning back. He didn't touch himself, but his erection still hardened upon seeing me do it to myself. I threw my head back, panting, moaning.

But it didn't feel like before. I couldn't feel the pressure building in my stomach, I couldn't feel my walls clenching. I didn't feel an orgasm approaching anytime soon. I increased the motion of my fingers, flicking my clit, pinching, fucking squeezing, but it didn't help. 

Because my fingers weren't his. They were fucking mine. And I needed his. I wanted his tongue, his penis, I wanted him. He knew my spots, he knew where to hit to make me close my eyes and chant his name. He knew how to make me come hard enough to forget my own name. And my fingers weren't enough because my core had gotten used to him, and now it only wanted him. 

"I'd told you no one would compare, Nora." His deep voice reached my ears. When I opened my eyes, he was looking in mine. "And that included yourself."

I slid two fingers inside me, desperate to feel any throb, any clench. I didn't.

"You can't cum because it isn't me who's making you cum." He said. "Your cunt rejects you. It wants me. My fingers, my tongue, my cock, my fucking touch."

I clenched the bed sheet with my other hand, curling my fingers.

"You are desperate for my touch." He continued. "You crave for me like you haven't for anything, and this is proof of that. You know how to please yourself, but you don't know it better than me. You know why?" He didn't wait for my response. "Because I know what your body desires. The sooner you accept that, the better it'll be."

I gritted my teeth in anger. Anger because every word he spoke was true.

"What does that make this, hm?" His hungry eyes stared at my core. It clenched. And it wasn't because of my fingers. It was because of his one simple, one fucking look.

"It makes this mine, Nora." He said. Power dripped down his tone. "This cunt is mine because I know how to use it to please you and myself. Now be a good girl and say that it is mine."

His knuckles grazed my folds and I jolted. I'd already given up rubbing myself. I wanted his fingers rubbing me. "See that?" He licked his lip. "Your body reacts to my lightest of touches. Your body responds to me, Nora." Then he glanced at his erection and I followed his gaze. "Just like mine does to you."

He bent down to get his mouth on my core. He didn't attach his lips there, just stood frozen. His breaths hit my sensitive bud and made me breathless. He was just staring, and it was making me hot. I knew I'd explode the moment he used his tongue.

"Tell me whose this is, Nora." He commanded. "Tell me who makes you cum. Tell me who pleases you."

I was panting. My chest moved up and down as I closed my eyes, feeling him move closer to my core. He wouldn't proceed unless I said it out loud. He knew I'd accepted that in my mind, but he wanted me to say it. He wanted to hear it. "Nico, please."

"Say it."

"Yours. You make me cum. Please make me cum. Nicolas, now." I breathed out.

His breath hit my folds again, but I knew this one was deliberate. "Good girl."

Then he feasted on my cunt. He grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs further apart, holding them tightly to keep me in place. He didn't use his fingers, but he didn't need to. His tongue lapped up and down as he hummed, vibrations flowing down my veins. When he captured my clit in his very warm and inviting mouth and gave it a tug, I cried out in joy. His mouth explored places, hit those spots that I didn't even know I had and screams erupted from my mouth.

He french kissed my core. He fucking tongue fucked it. He did all those things that he knew I would love and he was fucking good at everything. By the time he was done and got up, I'd climaxed three times. And by the look in his eyes he wanted more.

"Nico-"

"Shh." He kissed my lips. "You're tired. We'll sleep now."

"No. I want you-"

"And you have me, baby." He said, gripping my waist and pulling me to his chest. "Today, tomorrow, the day after that. But right now you're too sensitive for me. I don't want to hurt you."

My toes curled. This wasn't just sex. Casual fucking didn't involve him holding me. Casual fucking didn't involve him spending the night at my house. Casual fucking didn't involve him making me breakfast the next morning and kissing me goodbye.

And I didn't have the guts to accept that this was turning into something more than casual fucking in less than a month. 

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Ah, young love. There you have it. Don't forget to vote and comment!