NO STRINGS ATTACHED

TWENTY-FIVE

                     He took hold of her by the waist, standing. Hungrily, his mouth sought out her impatient ones. He kissed her with a passion that she more than matched.  It rocked her world and threw it off its axis. Her mouth tasted divine and her tongue silk as it danced dangerously with his.

Abby moaned, pressing into him. She held onto him like her life depended on it. He marvelled at how perfectly the curve of her breast molded to his palm. She gasped as his mouth covered her nipple and sucked through the satin lingerie. He nuzzled her breasts.

"You're so beautiful." Nick growled praises as he massaged her breasts tenderly in rhythmic movements through the soft delicate fabric. She cried out in pleasure meanwhile her small hands fisting the roots of his hair.

Just the sounds of her moans was enough to make him over the precipice. The way her small hands always fisted in his hair or clawed at his back. She'd marked him and him her. Both possessing each other. Her body was a work of art. Every curve, dip and rise of flesh fascinated him more than anything. He knew all her spots, where she was ticklish and where she liked being touched the most.

Running his hands up her calf to the back of her thigh he lifted her onto the piano and pulled her at the edge so that he'd fit snuggled between her thighs. He moaned low in his chest as she slipped her hand between them to rub his manhood.

He loved when she did that, teasing him through his pants, softly squeezing him in her hands. She was going to be the death of him. And he was gonna does happily.

Nick rounded his hands to her inner thighs and created soft circles, slowly working his way up. He felt the muscles in her leg clenched and she inched herself closer.

"Tell me what you want, Abbigail." Nick says soft, still making those circular motions that was leaving a trail of fire, setting her off.

"To, touch me ... please." She was breathless, whimpering, scraping her nails down his back.

"Tell me where?" He said nipping at her earlobe. He sucked at the spot where her pulse thundered, loving that in this very moment she wasn't in control.

"Here." Abby said as her fingers enclosed his wrist, slipping his hand between her legs. "Touch me here. Rub me here the way you do."

Nick rubbed against her, feeling the way she clenched at his every touch. He didn't want to just make love to her body but also her soul and mind. He wanted to touch this woman in the deepest depths of her soul.

Her legs fell open shamelessly. She allowed herself to be consumed by this man as she arched into him.

He lifted the hem of her dress and pulled off her lace panties, obliging she lifted her hips to accommodate him.

"Wait ... Nick, the staff."

"No one's here but us."
He kissed her toes one by one, his eyes glued to her own as he did so seductively.

"Tell me what more you'd love for me to do to your body, baby." Nick nipped at her toes, then slowly began kissing, biting and sucking his way up her legs.

Abby curled her toes tightly as she threw her head back. Nick smiled.

"M-make love to me ... d-down here."
Abby asked for it, she couldn't help herself any longer. She failed.

He kissed her inner thighs. Licked them as he got hold of her hips dragging her closer to the edge. He loved seeing her open wide in front of him, bare, helpless and dazed from arousal. She was so beautiful there to; pretty, wet and so inviting. He needed to satiate his hunger.

Hooking her legs over his shoulders he ran his hand up her torso as her back bowed.

Abby gasped as he licked her cleft, his tongue parting her slick folds to stroke over her throbbing clit.

"P-please ... Nick." She moaned breathlessly her hands reaching up to squeeze her own breast. "Stop t-teasing." Her legs flexed against his back, urging him closer.

Her arousal heightened in swift ascend as he growled in hunger, licking and sucking her aching cleft.

Pulling her roughly against the onslaught of his mouth he found her lips, brushed them with his fingers and admired as she allowed two fingers to slip in, sucking on them softly making him achingly aware that he was longing to be sucked just like that elsewhere.

But he wasn't finished.

He was insatiable when it came to her. She tasted good, smelled even better. He sucked on her clit, nibbling and licking.

Her eyelids heavy from the illicit pleasure. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby. And the en you're gonna do the same to me."

"Nick!" She hissed, feeling the orgasm building. "Keep sucking ... right there."

Without warning, the two fingers she'd resumed sucking on he withdrew them, slipping them smoothly inside her pulsing cleft. He felt her clenched down eagerly around his fingers and her body bucked. She close.

Abby released a soft screamed. Her walls convulsed, clenched, her back arched and she came violently. Her entire body shaking out of control.

And he didn't stop. He continued, pinning her hands, holding her firmly against his mouth as he licked up every bit of her juices and speared his tongue into her moist cavern again causing her to cry out once more. After what seemed like forever, he removed his tongue and slipped two fingers inside her, massaging the hypersensitive spot inside her.

"You're so snug." he purred with masculine satisfaction. "So slick and always greedy for my hands, greedy for mouth, my c*ck."

He found himself entranced by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her erratic breathing knowing that the shallow lunges of his fingers was driving her insane.

"I can't take any more ... Nick, please,"

"You can baby. And you will. You're gonna take my mouth, my fingers, my entire c*ck, over and over again until you can't form a single thought. Until the simplest of movements makes you remember how I feel inside that perfect little c*nt of yours."

He knew he was giving her just enough to make her writhe but not enough to get her off again. The first orgasm was for her, the second and third would surely be for him. He was torturing her, coaxing her body to the brink of another orgasm, then letting her slide back down. Over and over.

Reaching up with his left hand, he pulled the bra part of the gown down, freeing her breasts. Nick took her right breast in his hand and squeezed it softly, rolling her erect nipples between his thumb and index finger.

"You like that, don't you?" He said against her, knowing fully well she more than loved it.
"Tell me you love how I f*ck you."

Nick moved his fingers faster in and out of her, her walls tightening up again. With the slickness of her orgasm her rubbed his thumb smearing it over her hypersensitive knot and settled near her rear.

Abby blushed, shocked at the act. "Nick? Wait ... I've never ___"

With a growl that stilled her protest he licked at her puckered rear and speared his tongue in.

"Fuck! .... YESSSS!" Abby cried out as another orgasm ripped through her again. Abby cried from the intense pleasure he was putting her body through. She felt her strength slowly fading from her body.

He wanted to give her no hold, no barrier sex. He needed to mark every single part of her body.

Pulling her into a seated position when her limbs fell limp, drained. Nick picked her up and made his way up to their room. He felt like he was making up for a lifetime of hunger.

He was just beginning.