Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 45 - Olandria

a/n: made a separate chapter in case u don't want to read smut LMAO. I was gonna hold back and then I was like
lol girl fuck it we ball. But feel free to skip if this a lil too much for u <3

They had 58 minutes to make the best out of what they were given, and the moment Nic plopped Olandria onto the soft bed, she knew they were going to use every single one.

Which—good. They better.

Exhilaration rushed through her body as she looked up at him,
could barely control the big smile on her face. He looked so handsome in the dim room, and the cameras were off.

"Come here," she breathed.

Nic obeyed. His knees slotted between her legs and his big arms settled besides her. Those soft lips found hers again.

Kissing him always had so much variety. It was her favorite kind of kiss: slow and consuming; every suck and nibble and swipe of tongue causing her body to tingle. She pulled him in closer, needed him impossibly closer, and their saliva slicked lips and sensitive tongue moved in sync, making that perfect wet sound everytime they released. He sucked Olandria's bottom lip into his mouth and she panted at the sensation that traveled down to her crotch.

Olandria wrapped her legs around his torso, and rubbed her hands up his strong arms to his thick neck, down his wide back, and back up again. He lowered himself down and she could feel him pressed against her, thick and big.

His mouth found her neck and she sighed in relief at the pleasure of his mouth tongue working to suck it. And she didn't even stop him this time around, wanted there to be marks. His hands reaching to grope her boobs, fingers easily finding her nipples. She jumped at the roughness, mewling at that pretty pretty mix of pain and pleasure she liked so much.

She grounded herself against his clothed erection, and he made a careful noise against her neck. She giggled breathlessly. "Feel good?"

"You're a tease," he groaned, and reached his hands reached down to peel her shirt off. She let him, and he looked like he was

—starving.

Nic stared at her like she was a full course meal—a buffet, even—and he hadn't eaten all day. His eyes swept down her body like he was trying to memorize every inch, and when his tongue darted out to lick his lips, she felt her stomach flip.

"You're so pretty, Olly," he murmured after a moment, and it was so genuine, so offhandedly worshipful, that it made her feel dizzy, made her feel shy.

She didn't get to respond because he quickly brought his hands and mouth to her chest, kissing and sucking and dragging his tongue along the swell of her breasts. When his lips wrapped around her nipple and he sucked, her hips bucked into his by instinct and her fingers found their home in his hair.

"Shit," she gasped.

Nic hummed like he was pleased with himself—because of course he was, fucking jerk—and brought one of her legs higher up his hip, grinding into her slow and steady, giving her just enough friction to melt into it, to feel herself aching with the need to be touched.

"Nic—" she breathed, her voice shaking, "hurry up."

That wicked grin spread across his face. "Noooo can do." His mouth began to trailing down her stomach. He was so much bigger than her, practically engulfing her body "I'm taking my time with you."

She was sweating, feeling her legs spread as he lowered himself more and more. "Nic-"

"Just wanna taste you." His voice bordered on the edge of a plea, soft and awed. A shudder ran down her spine as dragged his tongue over her belly button, right over her waistband to the ridge of her pubic bone. A shaky gasp left her mouth at the warmth breath ghosting over her. She bucked up and he pulled away, moving to kiss her inner thighs.