Author's Note: M-rating for this chapter
He was lying on his back, though he didn't quite know how he'd gotten there. Jennifer's tongue was in his mouth and her body was lying halfway on top of him. However this had happened, he was more than happy to let it.
Jen felt a sort of madness overcome her as arousal stirred in her belly. One of Nick's arms was wrapped around her waist and the other tangled in her hair. Her wings were beating like crazy, but she could not stop them. All she could do was keep kissing him and get closer and closer to him. As close as she could.
She pulled away suddenly, breathing heavily. He looked up at her wildly, concerned that something was wrong. But Jennifer just smiled. She hiked up her dress and threw a leg over his hips and straddled him. Nick's eyes were dark with desire and his lips curled into an eager grin. She leaned in and started kissing him again.
His hands wandered up her soft, muscled thighs until he felt the scratch of lace covering her bum. She whimpered into his mouth and started grinding herself on his lap, making Nick groan with want of her. He was going to absolutely lose his mind if he wasn't careful. But he could hardly think with her on top of him and moving like that.
A moment of clarity rescued him and he turned his head away from her. Jen did not seem to take that as a rebuff. Her lips moved down his jaw and she started sucking on the soft skin of his neck. She could not get over how good he tasted, how solid and strong and right he felt beneath her like this.
"Jen," he gasped, his voice raspy as he tried to keep his mind clear.
She hummed against his neck but did not stop.
Nick realized his hands were still up her dress, which obviously did not give the right message. He pulled them back and pushed her up. "Jen, we should…"
"We should what?" she asked, regarding him curiously. His face was flushed, his eyes were dark, and his lips were a bit swollen from her attentions.
His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to find the words. "We should go somewhere if you want to…continue…"
Jen cocked her head, looking at him curiously. "Why?"
Nick didn't quite know what to say to that, but he didn't really need to. Jen was kissing him again, now pulling his causal tshirt up. He sat up, holding her steady on his lap and still kissing her. She took his shirt off him and he matched her by unzipping the back of her pretty pink dress.
When she felt his hands on her bare back, Jennifer pulled back. She pulled her dress up and off her, tossing it to the side. Nick's eyes went wide and she beamed proudly.
She was exquisite and Nick could hardly contain himself. She was clad only in a pale pink-lavender lace bra and matching knickers. Everything about her was beautiful. Her skin was golden tan and seemed to glow. Her muscles were toned and her body lithe and lean. The curve of her waist begged his touch. He traced up from her hips, over the thin tuck of her waist and to the slight swell of her breasts. Not large, by any means, but neatly fitting in each of his hands.
Jen's head rolled back as he touched her. Feeling the scratch of the lace over her breasts as his enormous hands cupped her breasts was utterly intoxicating. And before she knew it, his lips and tongue were tracing a line up her chest to her neck. Jen wrapped her arms around him, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders and back flex as he moved. It was all so good, so beautiful, so perfect. But Jennifer wanted more. Needed more.
Her delicate fingers went between their bodies and attacked the button and zip of his trousers. He groaned and moved his face from her neck to her breasts, sucking hard on her through the lace. Her hands lost their coordination at that. She heard herself whimper rather than having any control over the sound. And then the lace bra she wore was suddenly removed from her body, and she felt his tongue swirl over her hardened nipples.
Nick came to the realization that this was happening. Here and now. They would need to part so that remaining garments could be removed, and he wanted to do so quite desperately. She was just so beautiful. Warm and glowing and beautiful. He could not bring himself to pull away from her again, though. Not just yet. The taste of her skin was salty and earthy. The smell of her was even stronger now, and he loved it all the more.
Jennifer moaned his name, bucking her hips against his. He was hard and aching for her, desperate for the last barriers between them to be removed. "Jen," he grunted, reluctantly taking his mouth from her skin.
She was panting with want but understood what he was asking. She stood on shaky legs and took her knickers off while Nick quickly shed his trousers and trunks. Their shoes were kicked off to the side and at last they were gloriously bare together.
Jen pushed Nick back down, climbing on top of him again so she was perched as she was before. His erection was hot and hard against her thigh. Bigger than she'd imagined. She unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation.
Nick watched her as she studied him. Her delicate hand closed around his length and he shuddered at her touch. There was a breeze through the forest that blew a few strands of her hair. He wanted to sit up and reach out to push those tendrils from her lovely face, but she got up on her knees and began to lower herself onto him. Her wetness teased the head of his cock, and Nick hissed at the sensation. It was slow and seductive, and when he was finally fully sheathed inside her, she let out a shaky, high-pitched sigh.
He felt amazing. He stretched her almost to the point of pain but she was so wet from her arousal at getting to finally be with him this way that it was just wonderful. Jennifer's wings were beating in time to her racing heart and she felt wholly complete.
She felt him twitch beneath her, and she started to move. Jen braced her hands on his solid chest and gyrated her hips on him, testing the sensations and movements. And then she leaned forward on her knees, rising up and then moving back down.
Nick watched her in awe. Jennifer had a power about her, a confidence and strength that left him in awe. She was so much a mystery to him, but he knew that in any given situation, she seemed to know what she was doing and what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, as incredible as such a thing seemed. She moved on him, slowly at first and then riding him in earnest. All he could do was grip onto the firm swell of her bum and guide her movements and revel in the glory of her.
Onward she moved, feeling herself built up and up. The tension coiling in her belly was almost overwhelming. She was so close. She gasped and moaned his name. His grip tightened on her hips, enough to bruise, enough to leave his mark on her long after their pleasure was finished. And finally, she snapped.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her. Jennifer threw her head back and cried out from the back of her throat.
Nick planted his feet and thrust up into her, chasing his own release. He was so consumed with the overwhelming pleasure of it that he could hardly understand what he was seeing. Surely his eyes played tricks on him.
Surely it was not possible that he saw massive golden-glass wings appear on Jennifer's back, beating in time to the pulsating climax of her body.
It was like that dream he'd had after he'd first met her. He'd seen those wings in his dream, when they had been flying through the forest together. It wasn't real. His mind was playing tricks on him, conflating the dream with the dream come true of their lovemaking. He finished hard and deep inside her. Her name fell from his lips in benediction.
And at last, they were still. Jennifer tipped forward so her chest was flush with his. Her hot breath blew on his neck. Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him. He was still inside her, nestled in the warmth of her body, though starting to go soft. His eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath. The honeysuckle scent of her filled his lungs with each quick inhale.
The breeze had calmed, and it cooled their sweaty bodies. But when Nick opened his eyes, he saw that it wasn't a breeze at all. It was the beating of her wings.