Nora

Nicolas pushed me against the door of my apartment just as we entered, smashing his lips on mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth without giving me a chance to protest and I tugged at his hair as he pressed himself closer to me. He pulled my hair back, making me arch my neck. I clutched his shirt as he bit a spot on my neck, running his tongue over it to soothe the sting.

I coiled my hands around his tie and pulled him down, deepening the kiss. My tongue battled with his and he let me win. His hands stopped at the hem of my t-shirt and when he made no move to pull it over my head, I lifted it up from my chest. He stopped short, pulling back with a pant. "Nora, fuck- stop."

"What? Why?"

He rested his forehead against mine. "I need to make sure you want this. I won't be able to control myself once you do that. Look at me."

My eyes met his, the blue in them had almost turned black.

"Once we do this there's no going back, Nora. I'm a very demanding and possessive person. I need you to know what you're getting yourself into."

"I thought you wanted this more than anything. Why are trying to convince me to back out?" I asked.

"Fuck, no. I'm not. I'm just-" He sighed. His face looked conflicted. "I don't want you regret it tomorrow." His eyes shut tight. "I don't want you to regret me." He whispered.

I blinked, surprised by his sudden display of vulnerability. I cupped his face in my hands and pressed my lips to him. He kissed me back without a doubt, resting his hand on the wall behind me and leaning down. "I won't." I promised against his mouth. "Nico, I won't."

His thumb traced my cheekbone and he hummed in approval. I fumbled with the tie around his neck, and with great difficulty flung it away from his body. When my fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, his hands grabbed mine and held my wrists above my head. I struggled against his grip, but he didn't budge. His erection pressed against my front, and he swallowed my moan.

I bit his bottom lip when he didn't let go my hands. He chuckled, letting go, only to fling my shirt up my head. When he threw it across the room, his hands came around my wrist again and he maintained a death grip on them like earlier. As I whined in protest, my hands aching to touch him, his eyes slid down.

He swore under his breath. "Fuck. You're stunning."

His hands left my wrist to grab my ass and hoist me up, making me coil my hands around his neck. I bent down to suck on it.

"Bedroom?"

"Third door to the left." I muttered. He pushed my head further into his neck, urging me to continue my part as I sunk my teeth in, letting the skin turn purplish under my mouth.

He threw me on the bed, surprising me when he didn't join. He was staring at my chest, at the little amount of cleavage that was visible. His eyes took in the lace, the protrudes where my nipples were begging to be let out. "Take it off." He growled, eyeing my bra.

I didn't look away from his eyes as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out. I loved my body however it was and I was proud of it. So I looked at his face with confidence, seeing as his eyes turned darker, if that was even possible.

"Nora," He whispered. "Christ, Nora. You look so beautiful lying down for me like that."

His compliments were driving me insane. I was panting and he hadn't even done anything. I didn't know what would happen to me when he started doing things.

He bent down and captured a puckered up bud in his mouth, running his tongue over it. I sunk my head into a pillow and grabbed his head as he pulled on it, eliciting a breathless moan out of me. "Nicolas, oh!"

I pulled his head away from my chest, pressing my lips to his. I undid the buttons of his shirt, tucking it out of his trousers and pushing it away from his body. My hands traced his bare skin, his broad shoulders, the wide expanse of his back. He leaned back slightly to look in my eyes and I looked down. He was beautiful. In every sense. I didn't have a definite word to describe how he looked at that moment.

He kneaded my breast, letting my nipple harden under his hold. He fluttered kisses down my jaw, till the middle of my neck, nipping. I tried pushing his trousers down his legs and he chuckled, "Patience, baby."

"I need you."

He groaned, pressing soft kisses to my neck, then to each of my breasts. His skilful fingers undoing the buttons of my shorts and pushing them down my legs. I kicked them away. He looked up in my eyes, getting up. "God dammit. I haven't even seen everything and I'm already obsessed with you." Then he held my hand and placed it on top of his throbbing erection. "Feel what you do to me."

It swelled in my hand. He was thick, big. I wrapped my palm around his boner and gave it a squeeze. He closed his eyes and grunted out softly. When I made a move to get up though, he pushed me back down. He eyed the lace covering my most intimate part from his eyes.

And he ripped my underwear away.

I screeched when he did that, spluttering for words. Those goddamn pair had costed me a lot. "Nicolas, you fucking- ah shit" I threw my head back on the pillow when I felt his tongue slide down my folds. He knew the right places, he knew what to do to leave me panting and begging for more.

His finger rubbed me just as his teeth captured my clitoris and he tugged hard, making me scream. One of his fingers dipped inside me, his warm mouth around my bundle of nerves making me quiver with need. He increased his speed, his tongue moving back and forth, up and down.

"Oh fuck. More, please." I moaned. "That feels so good."

He hummed, the vibrations spreading down my entire body. I clutched the bed sheet tightly, my knuckles turning white. Blowing against my clit, he growled, "Cum for me, Nora. Give it to me."

I climaxed uncontrollably. His mouth didn't leave my dripping core till I stopped, and even after that he gave me a few extra licks just to get me ready again. When he lifted his body up and came over to me, his lips were glistening. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. "You taste like a drug. You'll make me an addict."

When he kissed me, I could taste myself on him. He shrugged off his pants away, lightly tracing the inner side of my thigh, almost teasing. When he stood up again, he took me up with him. Kicking of his pants away, standing in front of me in his black boxers with a hard bulge in the between, he was the most stunning man I'd ever been intimate with.

"Take it off." He commanded me.

I was sitting on the bed, making me face to face with his boxers. I watched his eyes as I tucked my fingers into the waistband, slowly sliding down them his strong legs. His manhood stood eye level with my face and I gasped inaudibly.

He was just the right length and girth. His shaft looked smooth and slightly veined, ending in a thick sac. A drop of precum coated his head, and when I wrapped my hand around him, he pulsated into me. I moved my hand down, looking up at him to find his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open.

I moved forward to take him in my mouth. He grabbed my head and stopped my movements. "Not today."

"Why?"

"Because I need to be inside you right now." With that, he grabbed his trousers, taking out a condom from the back pocket. I looked at him in amusement.

He slid on top of me again, his skin against my bare one. With one hand he balanced his weight on top of mine, and with the other one he lined his shaft against my opening. When he pushed inside me, slowly and steadily, I felt as if I was about to explode. My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I whimpered.

"Nora. Fuck, are you okay? Should I stop?" He asked from top of me, his eyes reflecting concern.

I shook my head, but my expression didn't change. I'd been sexually inactive for a few months. And he was no ordinary size.

"Christ, Nora. I'm hurting you. We can't do this right now if your body isn't ready for me." He made a move to pull out, but I looped my legs around his waist to keep him in place.

"Stay." I whispered.

It took some time but I accommodated to his size after a while. He lay motionless above me, his eyes watching my every move with a guarded concern. I placed my hands on his bare ass, and pushed him deeper inside.

"Nora-"

"I'm okay, I promise." Then I cupped his face. "Fuck me."

He snarled, adjusting himself. When he moved, I saw stars. He kissed me hard and fast, his movement gaining pace. My legs around his hips tightened as he clutched the headboard tightly, grunting on top of me. My slick wet folds made it easier for him to thrust in and out of me with a ferocious velocity.

"Nico, fuck, you're so good." I whimpered. "Harder. Just like that."

The sound of his balls slapping against my thighs was hard and loud. He roughly pulled at my hip, lifting it up to get a better angle and slamming inside, making me scream. I bit down on his bicep to stop the incoherent sounds from escaping my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me away. "I want to hear you scream for me."

So I screamed. Louder than I'd ever had. He fucked me just like I'd wanted, hard, rough, wild. My throat was closing up by the time I neared my orgasm. My walls clenched around him, making him groan. Our sounds of pleasure echoed in the room along with the rocking of the bed. I enjoyed every second of it, and by the way Nicolas was chanting my name, I knew he did too. "Nora, fuck, you'll kill me. Shit you're so tight."

"I'm cuming." I whispered.

He stilled. I opened my mouth in protest but he pushed himself further into me, making my eyes shut tight. His movements slowed down as if he was exploring every inch of mine. I whined when he didn't let me finish. "Why-"

"I say when." He said. "Repeat that."

"Fuck you."

He plunged out of me completely, and I felt emptier than ever. I sunk my teeth in his neck, not letting him go. "Repeat it, Nora." He teased my opening. I hated that he turned me on with even a single move.

"You- you say," I moaned when he slowly entered into me again.

"Finish."

"You say when." I said breathlessly.

He pounded again. I didn't understand how he could go so fast and still hit all the spots. I was panting as he bent down to bury his face in my neck. His chest was pressing against my breasts hard. I clutched his shoulders tightly when I felt my walls clenching again.

His fingers rubbed my clitoris, pinching, teasing. He looked up from my neck, a wild look in his eyes. "Fucking cum for me, Nora. Right now."

I exploded with him still around me and he groaned, bursting his load as well. He clutched me firmly, breathing harshly, giving me a moment to gather myself together. Because when he rolled off me to discard the rubber around his erection, he was still hard. Harder than before.

And the way he looked in my eyes, I knew he wasn't done with me.

I wasn't as well.

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Yeah so...I don't give warnings before mature scenes. You already knew what was coming and I'd written this in the AN. 

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