Eyes blazing, Helen reached forwards and grabbed Nikola's jacket, pulling his mouth to hers. Her lips were harsh and demanding and it took Nikola a moment to catch up to what she wanted, his hands fluttering around her uncertainly. Quickly she slid a hand up into his messy hair, securing his position as she stepped up to him, pressing her body against his. Finally, he groaned against her lips, hands coming to rest on her hips. He tried to lessen the kiss, to pull back but she was having none of it. Letting out all of her bottled up anger, Helen shoved at Nikola, pushing until he hit the wall. Before he had a chance to realise what had happened her lips were on his again, kissing him hotly. Absently she thought of how very different this kiss was to the one they had shared on the stairs a few hours ago. But then his hands were slipping to caress her lower back and she realised there were more important things at hand.

"No Nikola, don't be gentle. I need you," she whispered huskily into his ear, grinding her hips against his before kissing him harshly.

"Please, Helen," he murmured as her lips slipped to his jaw, nipping not so lightly down his neck. "Let's go up stairs, I want to make love to you in a bed."

"No," she insisted, pulling back to look him in the eye. "Now. Here. I need you."

"Helen, please," he tried again but she wasn't listening. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, Helen all but threw him to the floor. He stumbled a little, landing on his arse.

He tried to twist around but she was already straddling him, pushing at his chest until he was lying down fully.

"Helen what are yo-."

Her hands were on his crotch, undoing the belt with just as much precision as she had in the car and, before he could even think to voice a protest, her long fingers were wrapped around his throbbing erection, pulling him out of his boxers. Shuffling further down his legs, Helen smiled wickedly before leaning over and taking him into her mouth. Nikola groaned at the sensation and, as her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she bobbed up and down, his hands moved to thread through her hair, pulling it loose from the clasp she'd used to keep it up.

She felt his body tense and, just before he found release, she pulled off him, shuffling further back before standing up. Nikola, whose eyes had closed sometime during her ministrations, flew open, his mouth agape as she chuckled down at him.

"I'm going to fuck you," she whispered huskily, drawing her skirt up over her hips until she was able to hook her thumbs over the top of her white knickers.

"Hurry up," he urged, watching her with heavily lidded eyes. Quickly she slid the sodden fabric down her legs tossing it to the side as she sank back down to her knees. Still holding her skirt up around her hips, she moved to straddle him. One hand flew down to grab his erection and she guided him to her entrance. Looking him straight in the eye, she touched his tip to her throbbing heat and, with a smirk, sank down on him in one smooth motion.

She cried out inarticulately, hands flying to his chest, scratching through the several layers of cloth as his fingers dug into her hips through the flimsy material that had fallen back down, blocking his view of where they were joined.

Biting her lip, Helen closed her eyes and began to ride Nikola as hard and fast as she could, fucking his hips into the floor. One of his hands snuck under the red fabric with the clear goal of her clit but she swatted him away. She was claiming him, marking him as her own. He seemed to get the message because his hands moved back to her hips, shucking up the fabric until he could watch as she screwed him into oblivion.

The pressure within her was building and it was delicious but it wasn't enough. Opening her eyes, Helen looked down at Nikola, enjoying the way his jaw was clenched and eyes dark.

"Tell me you love me," she ordered breathlessly as she found the buttons of his shirt, yanking it open in one movement.

"I love you," he grunted as he thrust up into her, making her all but scream. "I love you. I love you. I love you," he continued before biting his lip. Moving impossibly faster and harder, Helen continued to ride him, staring down at his flushed face. Suddenly he began thrusting up into her in time with her own movements and, in a matter of seconds she was coming. Hard.

Her entire body convulsed and her rhythm faltered but then Nikola stepped in, raising her up and slamming her back down with just as much intensity as she had, prolonging her climax. She screamed his name and scrunched her eyes shut as her nails dug into his chest and her sheath spasmed around his still hard cock. She was so delirious with pleasure that, when he gave up on moving her and shifted his attentions to her clit, it barely registered. Only when he began to crush the small bundle of nerves against the bone did she realise and by then it was way too late, her orgasm reaching new and impossible heights. With one last throaty cry she shivered, using what little strength she had to lever herself up and off of Nikola. He whimpered as she did so but she wasn't about to be deterred. He'd get his release. Eventually.

Still sensitive, her body trembled as she slid off him but, with a little effort she managed to stand up, reaching a hand down to Nikola. Breathing heavily, he sat up and took her hand, capturing her lips the moment he was standing. Desperately he pinned her to the wall as his lips descended on her neck, biting her, marking her, making her groan. Her body felt heavy and lethargic but he was re-energizing her, waking her up, making her more than ready for another round. Which was good because she knew exactly what she wanted.

Grabbing what was left of the shirt she'd destroyed, she tugged him into the kitchen, pressing her herself against the island in the middle. Biting on his bottom lip, she reached down between them to stroke his cock, making him growl against her.

"You're such a tease," he whispered with a strangled laugh as she began to gasp for air. His lips and teeth and tongue were attacking her neck as one of his hands settled between her legs, rubbing her through the barrier of her dress. Both their hands picked up the pace but, before things could get out of hand, Nikola pulled back, grabbing her hand and pinning it behind her on the counter top. He stared down at her, eyes wide and dark as he drew in unsteady breaths. He looked so painfully aroused that it only served to inflame her desire for him. She could smell sweat and sex and wine on him and it was intoxicating.

Smile in place, she leaned in until her lips were against his ear.

"Fuck me, Nikki," she whispered and he shuddered, stepping back ever so slightly. Taking advantage of the space, Helen twisted around and Nikola, sensing what she was getting at, stepped back even further, allowing her the room to lean forwards and brace herself on the cool marble top.

His hands were on her hips, shoving up the fabric of her skirt until she could feel the afternoon breeze against her bare arse. Spreading her legs that little bit further, she let out a whimper as she felt his tip once more at her entrance. She bucked her hips slightly against his hands, trying to move back and impale herself but he was too strong, holding her steady as he slowly thrust into her. Breathing heavily, she let her head drop forwards as she bit her lip. Finally, once he was completely sheathed within her, he let out a small, content sigh and she giggled.

"What was that?" he asked harshly as he began to piston his hips.

"I- OH! Nikola, harder!" she cried, arching her back as she thrust against him, moaning when he obliged.

"Helen," he grunted softly as he thrust harder and harder. She didn't have to ask or instruct, he knew, he always knew and this afternoon was no exception. She need him to claim her just as she'd claimed him and, as his fingers moved to her clit, rubbing almost frantically in a frenzied attempt to get her to come with him, she would have smiled if she hadn't been so thoroughly distracted.

"Please," he cried as pleasure built within them simultaneously. "Please, I love you, I need you, Helen!"

Whether it was his words of this cock or his fingers or everything all at once, she wasn't sure but as she screamed and thrust and convulsed once more, she didn't care. All she wanted was this, was Nikola. Not just the sex, not just the physical relationship they'd always been good at but the love he was offering her too. It was all of it, all of him and although she sort of wanted to berate herself for being so stupid and waiting this long for the complete experience, all she really wanted was to have him for forever.

Slowly she drifted back to earth, enjoying the way Nikola was slumped against her back, breathing heavily. She could feel his softening cock still buried deep within her though she couldn't remember his release. His hands were clutching her waist gently and he moaned against her back.

"You need to give me more warning if you want to do something like that," he grumbled and she chuckled, shockwaves flowing through both their bodies.

"Whatever you say," she whispered hoarsely. She could feel him smiling against her through the fabric of her dress and, balancing her weight on one hand she reached around with the other to grab his hand. Fingers interlaced he slowly stood up. The feel of his rapidly hardening cock within her sensitive body was almost too much to handle.

"Careful," she grunted through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry," he said, stilling as he let go of her hand to grab her hips once more. "Take a deep breath," he advised softly, squeezing her hips gently when she did so. Then, in one quick moment he slid out of her, making her bite her lip in an attempt to stifle a moan.

Slowly he manoeuvred her to stand and face him, hands on her hips as he leant in to kiss her again. This time the kiss was romantic and sweet, a gentle caress of lips rather than the frantic make out session that had preceded their romp on the kitchen floor. Sighing against his lips, Helen wound her limp arms around his neck, not pulling him down, simply holding him. With one last chaste brush of his lips, Nikola pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes.

"Hi," he whispered softly, pushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes.

"Hi yourself," she whispered back with a small chuckle. Nikola was smiling down at her broadly, eyes dancing merrily and all of a sudden Helen couldn't care less about the fact that her hand was still throbbing or that she'd assaulted her ex-husband or that bruises were forming on her hips from where Nikola's fingers had held her tight. Well, she did care about the last one but that she sort of really liked.

With a smile, Helen leaned forwards and captured his lips in a lazy kiss. She was tired and her entire body was humming but as Nikola stepped closer, effectively trapping her body, all she wanted to do was laugh. How it had taken her this long to realise what Nikola could offer her she had no idea but, as he pulled away breathless, she didn't actually care. He was here now and that was what mattered.

"Bed?" he whispered into her hair, grinding his growing erection into her. Helen whimpered and her head fell back. She was sore but not sore enough.

"Yes," she whispered in throaty response. With an indulgent chuckle Nikola brushed his lips against hers once more before sliding his hands down her arms to take her hands in his, tugging her from the kitchen and leading her towards the stairs.

Oh wow, I should promise to update in return for reviews! You guys are impressive.

And look at all the nakeds! I promised smut and I think I've started to deliver :P More naked adult times to come, and more fluffies.

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