"No," Nikola said against her lips. "No," he tried again, this time clearer and more demanding. He stepped back from Helen, his eyes wide. She pouted, her lips shining softly in the dim light. She stood before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties, chest heaving. Quick as a flash he removed his dress pants.
"Please," she whispered, stepping towards him, her lips finding his again. Nikola let out a low growl as she traced the line of his bottom lip but stepped back again.
"No pleading," he said throatily. "Not yet, anyway." Helen smiled impishly at him and moved towards him again. "We have all of eternity," Nikola said as he held her a safe distance from his body. "There is no need to hurry." Helen sighed at his words, obviously happy to rush things.
Ignoring the plea in her eye, Nikola took her hand and led her over to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. Slowly he reached his hand up to her face, cupping her cheek gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. Helen watched him carefully as she leaned into his touch. Not one to be submissive, she raised her hand, covering his with her own, letting a soft smile flit across her mouth.
His free hand trailed down her back, undoing her bra with the flick of his wrist. The lace fell away from her body and Nikola moved his hands to down her neck, his fingers too light, his touch too fleeting. She squirmed under his hand but he made no move to hurry. His eyes slipped from hers to watch his hands as they began to explore the soft skin of her collarbone. He traced a light pattern over her pulse point, eliciting a shiver from her. She sighed as his hands moved to trace the delicate bones, each stroke of his cool fingers on her heated skin sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Picking up the pace, his hands skimmed down the side of her breasts, coming to rest firmly on her rib cage. Helen bit her lip, stifling the groan in her throat. If he didn't touch her soon… She lost that train of thought as his hands moved to the heavy weight of her breasts. She gasped and her eyes flittered shut. Just in time, Nikola thought, unable to suppress a smirk at that way she was reacting under his hands. He let one thumb brush over her nipple and she actually shuddered.
Her eyes popped open and, with a cheeky smile, he moved to stand for a brief moment. As his hands left her skin, she pouted at him. The pout didn't last long though, as he spread her legs and knelt between them. He raised a hand to her face again before trailing it back down to where she wanted it most. He gently massaged one breast while his other hand started to toy with the waistband of her panties.
He raised the hand on her chest to her shoulder, pushing her down to lie against the bed. As she fell backwards, Helen let her eyes fall closed, surrendering to his clearly talented fingers. His hands were on her hips, gently lifting them so he could slip off the last piece of clothing on her body. There was a moment of stillness and she had to fight the urge to sit up. Then, Nikola's mouth descended on the soft skin of her thigh, sucking and nipping as she bit her lip, stifling a moan. He was dancing around her core, kissing her closer and closer to where she needed him before moving away again. One of his hands held her writhing hips in place while the other traced the underside of her breast.
"Nikola," she all but whimpered as his fingers started to pull gently at her nipple. He said nothing, simply chuckling into the skin of her thigh, the vibrations making her world blur at the edges.
"Please," she whispered, as one of her hands found his head and the other fisted in the sheets. He chuckled again and she was about to pull away, determined to take the pleasure she needed but he moved his lips and she actually screamed. His tongue was hot and probing, soothing and inflaming her all at once. His hand fell from her breast, quickly coming to rest on her hips as he continued his far too slow ministrations. He was being gentle, exploring her but Helen knew he couldn't hold on for long.
Just as she was about to voice this (or at least try to) he sucked hard on her clit. She gasped, her body bolting upright as her nails dug into his shoulder.
"Oh my god, Nikola," she cried, her eyes wide as she threw her head back. He chuckled again and this time it nearly sent her over the edge. Out of nowhere one of his fingers slipped into her slick passage. She shivered at the sensation, her entire body tensing as he bought her to the edge. Then, without warning, his mouth slipped of her, kissing her softly on the thigh. She groaned but was pleased that his finger stayed put, curling slightly inside of her, just barely brushing her most sensitive spot.
Once he was certain she was calmed down, Nikola's mouth moved back to her clit, sucking harder than before. She cried out indistinctly and he knew her eyes would be closed, mouth hanging open just a bit. Her hips were beginning to buck against his face and, although he could think of nothing better than giving her the release she clearly wanted, he pulled back, this time removing his finger. She cried out again, this time in shock.
"Nikola," she admonished angrily as he looked up at her. Gently he used his finger to stroke her and she shivered. He was certain she was either about to lecture him or jump his bones.
"I have waited over a century for this, my dear," he said quietly, and her glare softened, still shivering occasionally as his finger continued its lazy strokes. "Forgive me for wanting to draw it out." She smiled softly at him and opened her mouth to speak just as he slipped his finger back inside her. She let out a shaky breath and remained silent, falling back on the bed.
"We have an eternity," she said unsteadily, reminding him of his earlier words. "So take your time some other night." He chuckled at her logic but instead of fighting it, moved back to her heated core.
"As you wish," he said darkly before running his tongue the entire length of her. She let out a moan and he thrust another finger inside her, curling them just so and she cried out as his mouth again found her clit, sucking on it relentlessly. Suddenly she was hurtling though the flames, her hips bucking against him as she came closer and closer. It didn't even cross her mind to be quiet or that he would pull away again, she was too swept up in the feeling. His fingers were moving sinfully within her, his tongue worrying her nub and she felt the tension building in her muscles. With a cry ripped from her chest, she came hard and fast, her body trembling with the force of it.
"Nikola," she croaked out as she lay back against the bed, almost unable to move. Slowly, his fingers left her and he placed one last kiss on her overly sensitive clit. He drew his body up so he was hovering over her. He wasn't smiling, his eyes regarding her with caution. Using what little of her strength remained, Helen raised her arm, found the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. She could taste herself on him as his tongue gently stroked her own, shivering at his gentleness but she found it wasn't enough.
"I need you. Now," she whispered into his lips, pleased when his body stiffened above hers. He pulled back again and raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes.
"Now, Nikola," she insisted, her voice strong but thick with desire. She shifted her hips to cradle his, her arms wound loosely around his neck and she knew she was close to that pleading he'd always joked of. She opened her mouth with a breathy groan and was about to beg him but she felt him nudge her opening.
She gasped at the sensation, instinctively rocking her hips to increase the friction. Nikola shushed her and she looked up into his eyes and saw his silent question.
"I love you," she answered, a smile on her lips. His smile in reply made her heart swell and she almost let out a carefree laugh. Almost because he chose that moment to begin sinking into her. She let out an unflattering little noise but couldn't help it. He was stretching her, filling her oh so slowly and she was just about at her limits.
"Nikola," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness as he stared into her eyes with a look of absolute adoration and concentration. She clung to his arms, her nails digging in to flesh. After what seemed an impossibly long time, Nikola stopped moving, fully sheathed inside of her.
She was so tight and so wet he could feel the tenuous control he'd been exercising slip away. That and the look on her face was enough to send him over the edge. She let out an un-Helen like moan and shut her eyes and he steeled himself with the knowledge that she was loving this as much as him. He waited until he was certain she was used to him before he started to pull out almost completely before slipping back into her body.
She cried out as her hands flew to grab onto the sheets, holding onto them for dear life as her hips began to thrust back without any conscious thought on her behalf and her legs wound around his waist. Again he pulled out slowly before grinding into her and she whimpered this time. The pleasure was rising inside her again as he pulled out before he thrust back into her, hitting that sweet spot for a third time.
She wanted to hold on, she really did, she wanted to so very badly but the pressure was too much, and she could feel herself falling as she bit her lip. He stroked into her again, this time more gently and she began to quake. She couldn't talk, her breathing was coming in short pants and she stared at him and he thrust into her again, hitting every sensitive patch she never knew existed.
"Niko," she whispered, one of her hands grabbing onto his head, pulling him down for a quick bruising kiss. He slammed into her again and she moaned into his lips, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she tried to deepen the kiss. He started to thrust with a rhythm as he pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers.
"Volim te," he whispered as he plunged into her. "Ja vam je potrebna." His lips brushed against hers as his eyes slid closed. "Ti su moji." He was picking up the pace and she started to meet his thrusts. "Zauvek," he said finally, opening his eyes to look at her.
She could feel tears coming to her eyes at his words and struggled against the first wave of her orgasm to reply to him in Serbian.
"Uvek."
Wonder passed over his face at the word but it quickly morphed into lust as he began to thrust into her again and again and again, harder and harder and harder until she was chanting his name, clutching him to her as pure pleasure seared through her veins.
"Uvek," she said again softly as she came down from her high, a tear sliding down her cheek. All at once he exploded inside her, his head keening back as his jaw tightened and he let out her name in a growl. She knew his eyes would be black and she could see his teeth beginning to emerge. She also knew she should be terrified but it was all she could do to buck her hips, trying to prolong his pleasure. Eventually he stilled above her, his breathing heavy and laboured.
She slowly became aware of a faint discomfort on her hips and realised his nails had marked her. His head dropped, eyes still closed and she could see the pulse in his neck beating out a rapid pace.
"Nikola," she whispered, her voice hoarse. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, a smile spreading across his face which she answered with one of her own. He made to roll off her but she tightened her legs around his hips, keeping them joined for a moment until she noticed how his arms were trembling with the effort to keep him off her. With a sigh she released him and they rolled to the side, facing each other.
He slowly raised a hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently as a smile played with his lips. She shuffled towards him and threw her leg over his hip, pulling them closer together. Taking her cue he pulled her towards him, tucking her into the crook of his neck.
"Thank you," he whispered reverently. Helen fought his embrace, leaning back to look him the eye.
"Whatever for?" she asked incredulously.
"For giving in," he said with a smirk, reverting back to the cheeky school boy, forever plaguing her.
"Cheeky basted," she grumbled before using her weight to roll them over so she was straddling him.
"What are you going to do?" he asked darkly as she sat back, letting her bare ass brush against his half hard member. She said nothing, simply giving him an evil grin before running her nails over his chest, digging in just a little. He let out a dark chuckle and Helen decided she liked the way those vibrations felt, making a mental note to make him laugh at least once more before giving him what he wanted.
"I'm going to make you show your beast," she said, leaning down to whisper in his ear as her hands moved up his hands to pin them above his head.
"That," he answered softly, his voice already deeper than before, "can be arranged."
Oh wow, this reads like a very bad romance novel. Sorry about that... But part of me isn't because this is the first time I haven't had to change too much of a chapter. I'm trying not to change the plot and layout of the story, just tightening up the grammar (and taking out a few of Helen's tears) but for this one, it was pretty easy...
Anyway, sorry for the delay. I just have a bit of a deadline coming up with another story so everything else is being put on the backburner. Only one more chapter of this to go though, so hopefully it'll be done soon. Thank you to those who have (for some odd reason) stuck with me on this one :P
