By the time Nicole got back home, it was dark outside. She got on her computer and started typing her essay when her friend sent her a text message. He wanted her to join him and his friends to play the game. With this, she found the perfect opportunity to listen to Darius. She turned on her game and put on her headset, when she joined the party, she heard him singing a song to himself. She blushed and giggled. Then he said her name and she recognized his voice. Her heart started pounding in her chest as she realized it was the voice of the man in her dreams. That unknown person that clouded her mind while she slept was saying her name, and she was not dreaming. She snapped back to reality and made small talk with him. It was getting late and everyone was getting off. Her friend got off and she was left alone with Darius. They began conversing for three hours, her heart in her throat the whole time. When it was late and time for her to get off, she didn't want to, Nicole wanted to stay with him, didn't want to stop talking with him. But sleep was a stern master, and they said their goodbyes. Nicole went off to her warm bed and slept.
Nicole sat at a huge marble tub, her hair swept up into a topknot, bubbles brushing her skin like a thousand tiny fingers. And there he was, paused in the doorway, his face drawn, his eyes holding shadows and a sad haunted expression she wanted to erase for all time. There was such weariness in him, she felt as if he would never move again. She reached out her hand to him, inviting him to join her. He raked an unsteady hand through his windblown hair. He leaned his weight against the doorjamb and simply watched her with his unblinking gaze. She was so beautiful…Nicole shook her head, a slow smile curving her mouth, deepening the dimple that so intrigued him. Her smile was teasing, frankly sexy, and as she shifted slightly beneath the fizzing bubbles her breasts broke the surface, inviting his suddenly heated gaze. She felt her heart jump in anticipation. His hand went to the buttons of his shirt, and he slowly slipped each one free, his eyes holding hers. She smiled that slow, sexy smile of blatant invitation. The shirt floated on the floor unnoticed. His eyebrows rose as he reached down to remove his shoes and socks. His every movement was unhurried and lazy, but his eyes were molten with heat as his gaze devoured her. Nicole's breath caught in her throat. He was bending over, that's all, a casual, everyday movement, but his face was so sensual, his body so fluid yet controlled. She bit her lip, her lashes falling to hide her sudden surge of desire. His hand went to his slacks, pushing them from his hips with a deliberate slowness that sent anticipation curling through her. She shifted to her knees in the tub, the bubbles fizzing around her rib cage, her breasts bare and gleaming with beaded water. Her eyes were on his lean hips and hard, jutting masculinity as he stepped into the sunken tub, the bubbles swirling around his legs like tiny tongues lapping at his skin. Nicole let out her breath slowly, her fingertips moved slowly over his shoulders, and her breath was warm and tempting along his heavy erection. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as her tongue moved in a slow, languid caress over his velvet tip. His stomach muscles tightened as her mouth, tight and hot and moist, closed around him. A groan was torn from somewhere deep inside him. He caught her hair in his fists, dragging her even closer to him, and his body nearly exploded with pleasure as her hands sought his buttocks and urged him more deeply into her. Her fingers massaged his buttocks, pressing hard into the heavy muscle, urging him on. He moved, a slow, long stroke, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that nearly consumed him. Her mouth moved over him, again and again. His hands bunched in her hair so hard he was afraid he might hurt her, but he couldn't control the involuntary response. He pushed her back into the water, his gaze running over her bare skin like lava. She had time for only one inarticulate cry before his mouth was on her throat, her breasts, his hands all over her body. She felt so delicate under his palms, her skin warm and slick with water. He explored her everywhere. Then his fingers found her creamy with need for him. He pushed inside, watching her eyes and her body responded with a fresh wave of liquid desire. He pushed deeper, his mouth on her now, his teeth scraping her breasts, her stomach. He could feel her muscles clench around him, velvet and hot. She moaned softly and he kissed her, sucking her lower lip. He trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck to her breasts and he suckled her nipple. She grabbed his hair in fistfuls to hold herself up. Then he picked up her hips and had his head in between her legs, he licked at her and tasted her wet need for him. He licked up and down, teasing her. Nicole was moaning, urging him to take her and stop his teasing. He looked up at her and held her closer to him, rubbing against her entrance.