“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow” – Leo Christopher
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NICCOLE'S POV

Slowly, I brought his lips to mine, and we started kissing, his arms moved to wrap around me.

Soon, we stood up and began undressing one other. It felt so unhurried. Piece by piece. A new clothing came off every here and there

"Fuck! Niccole, are you trying to torture me?" he demanded, as soon as he found out I wasn't wearing any panties. I now stood completely naked to his gaze. He was although still in his boxers.

Picking me up, he laid me gently on the grass, following in after me.

He proceeded to deep an index finger inside of me, as soon as he'd parted my thighs.

I moaned, bowing my back away from the floor. Fire heated my insides, scorched my skin. Soon I forgot how to speak. Couldn't say anything, because Quillon slid another finger inside me. Stroking. Curling. Fucking. And slowly, skillfully bringing me to a sharp, painfully intense orgasm.  Gosh how did I always manage to become this person... Remain like this, when I was around him? I was... Should be a fucking strong woman dammit! But the very singular thing that made me, me who was instantly thrown away when I was around me. I became this unknown heated puddle of desire that I couldn't explain.

He quickly got out of his briefs, then going lower, he began kissing my thighs, by now coated with my juices. Seconds later, he journeyed up, his mouth latching onto my cunt like a crazed erupting inferno. His breath was hot against my clit, setting it on fire unapologetically. My flesh was swollen from his beards, his mustache, heck from his entire assault. Even in the pale glow of the moon, I could see what kind of erotic image we made out here in the open. I moaned, cried his name.

"So good," he was groaning. His hands were on my hips, holding me down against the grass blanket beneath me. "You taste so fucking good, Niccole." he licked. Set his tongue on the stiff, erected clitoris. Raising his head, he asks, as if he needs to make sure "It's so good, baby. You taste so good. Does it feel good?"

His voice was hoarse, his breathing ragged. I had never heard anything so...feral.

"Yes," I hissed, dragging my nails against the grass and pushing my hips up to meet him. "Dammit, Quillon, yes, yes it is!" I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut. "Please. Please fuck me. Please..."

He slid a finger inside me, swirling it around, beneath his tongue that was still lapping at my clit above, he was stretching me with those wicked fingers. And I was more than wet already, my body more than prepared to revenge him. He slips another finger inside me, working me out with both fingers.

"I need you to come for me, baby," he rasped, his hungry voice still audible over the crash of the waves from the waterfall and moving trees. His fingers were quick, as frantic as his tongue had been. "I need to watch you come."

He needed me to come. His choice of words were going to be the fucking death of me.

Fireworks exploded right in my brain. Behind my tightly shut eyelids, and I clamped my legs together, my body trying to keep Quillon down there. He couldn't... fucking move an inch. I needed a release dammit! Gosh... what was wrong with me? Sensations spiked in my veins, heated my blood, until finally I came, screaming his name out in wild, reckless abandon. The effects were still the same. In a house, out here in the open, his effects on my body were still the same, it was pitiable. With my eyes still shut, I felt him gently pry my legs apart; felt him move over me.

"Look at me, Niccole," he commanded, his breath fanning my mouth. He pushed damp tendrils of my hair out of my face.

I looked at him through heavy lids, that seemed too weighted to open fully, breathing heavily, panting, gasping out air.

"Good, baby," he murmured, kissing my sweat coated forehead . "Keep your eyes on me while I enter you."

"Okay," I breathed. His erection was pressed against the damp inside of my thighs.

Eyes locked, we groaned together as he ran the head of his cock up and down the slick folds of my opening. The feel of the tip of his cock, nudging at my already swollen clit made me buck against him, made me dig my nails into the rippling muscles of his back.

"I can't wait any longer," he whispered, his gaze still unwavering.

"Please," I rasped, tilting my pelvis beneath him, spreading my legs even wider, wanting to accommodate him in every way, wanting to accommodate as much of his body as I possibly could.

His hand was between us, guiding his cock into me. In one push he was inside, dragging himself out of me after a second.

I moaned, skating my hands down his back and gripping his ass. He thrust into me again, so hard, so deep. I cried his name, breaking apart underneath his smoldering gaze.

"You feel so good," he said softly, drawing out of me before pushing in. "You feel so good, squeezing me with your tight cunt, Niccole."

I wanted so desperately to close my eyes, to give myself over to the sensations he was causing, but the moment my eyes started to drift closed, he whispers for me to keep them open. He suddenly moves onto his knees, grabbing my legs and pulling me down towards him.

"I wish you could see what I see," he says roughly, his large body illuminated by the moon. He slides into me, his eyes fixed on the intimate part of us, where we joined. "My cock sliding into your beautiful pink cunt. You're so wet, baby. I can see your juices shimmering in the light. Such a fucking pretty sight."

He was deeper now; oh-so-wonderfully deep. It felt like I could feel him in every inch of my body. It was like a ripple effect. A gentle caress of his fingertips on my inner thighs could cause my jiggling breasts to tingle, to burn, expecting a touch from him as well. And it felt like he was in my fucking mind, he's hands always straying to the places I so badly wanted him to touch me. Or was it me moaning it out? My body was in a fever, in an uncontrollable state. I could no longer understand what I was sputtering out between my quivering lips, what I was giving permission, acceptance to, what I had said or hadn't said.

"This feels so...so good," I finally hear myself cry out, jolting against him when he reaches down to cup my beasts, fiddling with my beaded nipples. "Oh, Quillon, fuck." yes, fuck yes, I wanted him there, I wanted... Needed... Oh fuck, he was right where I wanted him. He was like a fucking extension of him. As if he knew the exact parts of my body that needed the soothing only him could give.

♣AUTHOR'S NOTE♣

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