7 - Sexual Climax.

Nick's lips were incredibly soft and inviting, his mouth moving to press as fervently back into mine. He tasted forbidden yet delicious, and in that moment, I was unsure if anything could truly pull me from him.

My hands delved deeper into his hair, causing him to hiss against my mouth, as he deepened our kiss with a new sense of desperation.

His tongue explored my mouth with expert precision, claiming and sweeping away thoughts of how he screamed danger and how this kiss might damn me.

My back was suddenly against the wall, Nick's hands sliding down my body, grasping onto my waist. I could feel the pressure of his arousal against my stomach, feel his need in the intensity in which he kissed me.

This was bad...this was going to lead somewhere, and I doubt I was going to have it in me to stop.

All I could think about was the pleasure he gave me this morning, and how desperately I wanted to feel that again. So much so that I pressed my hips into his, digging my fingertips into his muscular shoulders.

He hissed against my mouth before pulling away, before I could even complain at the lack of contact, his head shifted to kiss my neck. I angled my head back, his teeth grazing my skin, sending small shocks of pleasure straight to my center.

My breath was ragged, Nick's soft strands of hair brushing against my cheeks as he continued his deliciously torturous descent down my neck.

"This is wrong." I breathed before guiding Nick's mouth back to mine.

How was it possible for something to feel so good yet be so bad? I should push him away before this got too far, but the surging desire within me was too strong to compete with.

"Doing the right thing is overrated," he murmured against my lips before biting down on the lower one gently. I groaned softly, afraid I was giving him what he wants, but at the same time he was giving me what I wanted.

"Stay in the moment, kitten. Don't be embarrassed." He commanded, pulling me further into him, and I didn't think I had a single bone in my body to resist. We were far too gone now. I needed to commit because I wanted to commit.

"Taste me, please."

The words slipped out before I could stop them, and the grin Nick gave me was pure sin. I was pretty sure I've just signed my soul over to the devil all in exchange for forbidden pleasures.

He pressed one last kiss to my mouth before he got to one knee in front of me, and then the other. I gazed down at him as he slowly undoed the stays of my pants, his eyes meeting mine.

The endless dark of his eyes were lit by a growing fire, and I could already grasp the pleasure he was about to inflict upon me.

"I'm going to give you what you want," he vowed, wickedly.

I savoured the raw, aching want on his face as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, drawing them downward. My underwear quickly followed, until I was completely bared before him.

It's not as though a man hasn't seen my naked flesh before, but being before Nick's hungry gaze was another thing entirely.

Any semblance of modesty I had left vanished as he leaned forward, kissing my inner thigh so gently I almost didn't feel the brush of his lips against my skin. His hand shifted from my thigh to the center of me suddenly. He groaned in my ear at the first contact of his fingers against my drenched flesh, the sound making me shiver with need.

His fingers glide down the center of me back and up, collecting the ample wetness there, just for him. They settle against my clit before making small, energetic circles that have my breath catching in my throat.

Oh fuck.

"Is this okay?" He asked, breath dancing across the skin of my neck.

I nodded eagerly, afraid that he might stop. "More than okay."

I was so wounded up it almost hurts. I was chasing that feeling, lifting my hips up into his hand as he increased the speed of his rubbing.

"You like that, don't you." It wasn't a question. He knew how desperate I was, how close...

My answer was lost in the back of my throat, pleasure building and building in cresting waves, ready to plunge me under any moment now.

Lacing my fingers into his hair, I stared down at him impatiently, hating every teasing breath and lingering kiss that he graced my clit with.

"Please," I begged under my breath, unable to wait a moment longer.

As if that was what he was waiting for he spread my legs further apart, drawing his tongue up between my soaked clits. My legs nearly gave out at his pedatory focus, his tongue applying varying pressure to my clit in time with my moans.

He's good at this. Really good at this.

His hands kept my legs steady, which was a good thing, considering I wasn't sure I would be standing otherwise.

Pleasure ricochets through my body with every lick and graze of his teeth against me. I'm engulfed in pleasure, in the sensations of one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced.

"This feels so good," I moaned, the back of my head resting against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed as his tongue continued to explore me.

"Not as good as you taste," he mumbled, his fingers tightening it's grip on the back of my legs.

I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins, and just like that I tumbled into a hopeless pull of utter euphoria. His name tumbling past my lips over and over as I braced the wall for support, wave after wave of pleasure folding through me.

His tongue continued to lap through my folds as my climax rolled off endlessly, until suddenly he withdrew his mouth and stood upright.

"I'm going to go back to my room." He mumbled, as he made his way to the open window.

It took a moment before my brain could catch up. And somehow, I already knew where he was headed...back to Laura, his girlfriend.