Nick and Adalind laid in bed holding one another. They would not remember when they woke, but their lips would seek the other out, needing to press on skin. They could not hold each other close enough, tight enough.
Adalind woke first. She smiled as she opened her eyes to her handsome grimm. She placed soft kisses to his cheek, jaw and neck as she wriggled slowly out of his arms, in order to take care of some needs in the bathroom.
Adalind blushed when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. The evidence of Nick's passion marked on her body. She felt claimed. Not that she would dispute it.
However two can play at that game. She crept back into the bed and trailed barely there kisses down Nick's torso, removing the blanket as she did so and exposing his beautiful member. She blew softly on the shaft. It was hard and erect in an instant. Using the tip of her tongue she traced the underside of Nick's length.
She noticed Nick stirring, she continued just to tease with her tongue until his eyes were open and watching her. Adalind then swallowed his shaft, humming the moment she got to the hilt.
He moaned her name, as well as some other incoherent words.
When he was close, he moved to pull away from her, but she sucked harder. Gripped his hips tighter.
Nick screamed out Adalind's name when he came.
Their eyes locked as he looked at her with delighted surprise, and she took a sip from a glass of wine that had been from the night before, smirking and plenty smug.
Taking the glass from her and placing it back on the floor, Nick used the other arm to wrap around her and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss.
Suddenly Adalind found herself straddling Nick's head. That quick bastard had somehow laid back down on the bed, while pulling Adalind onto his face and resting her full weight on his mouth.
She braced her hands on the headboard, her body writhing uncontrollably while he ate her out.
It was Adalind's turn to scream Nick's name as she convulsed with her orgasm.
She collapsed onto the bed. Nick gathered her in his arms and they held, kissed and whispered to each other as they came down from the high.
Nick peppered kisses all over Adalind's face, making her giggle, before getting up and taking care of his morning needs.
Adalind pulled on Nick's shirt and started cleaning up the dishes from last night. Made bagels and called Monroe and Rosalie to make sure everything was alright with Kelly.
"I promise, Kelly is doing fine. Although I think my husband is trying to turn him into a clock maker" Rosalie laughed, explaining that Monroe was telling Kelly the whole history of clocks and pointing out the various mechanisms.
"Not sure it's such a good idea, having my son near breakable things" Nick remarked as he pulled Adalind into one arm, and took the bagel she handed him with the other.
"Oh, don't worry, everyone and everything is at a safe distance during these little lessons" Rosalie answered.
Done with his bagel, Nick started kissing Adalind's neck, so she figured it would be a good time to get off the phone.
" Aren't you sick of me yet." She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He looked at her seriously "Never". He than claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around her waist and carried her back to the bed.
But this time Adalind rolled them so Nick was on his back. Reading her well, he put his hands behind his head.
Adalind placed open mouthed kisses along Nick's torso, using more pressure than she had earlier. But she wanted him inside her again. So this time she straddled his hips, impaling herself on his thick length. Nick's hands gripped her hips to steady her, but did not try to take control.
Adalind rotated her hips slowly at first. She lifted up, nearly breaking contact, then glided down gently, watching Nick's face the whole time.
He simply watched her as she rode him. Marveling that this incredible woman was his, that he was hers.
She moved her hips, similar to a belly dancer, every move creating a different sensation with Nick deep inside her. She felt the coil in her wound tighter and tighter. Adalind's breathing became more labored and she could no longer focus on Nick's face. She arched her back and cried out when the coil snapped.
Nick sat up, wrapped his arms tightly around her and thrust up with great force. They buried their faces in each other's necks, holding one another as tight as possible while a sea of bliss washed over them.