London

Upon the proverbial table was a choice to be made by Nikki, and upon the literal table was soon Nikki herself, in her truest form. Oh, it really was like Christmas, and the present he always wanted was unwrapping itself right before his very eyes. That Cheshire grin returned to his face in full force; he couldn't, and wouldn't dare be looking away. No, it seemed as if Ozzy had to etch every inch of this sight into his memory. He studied her form as if observing some new and exciting piece of art at a high-class exhibit. Magnificent, he thought; there was nary a flaw to be found anywhere he looked.

Nikki's desire was to be spoken as she scooted closer to the table's edge, pulling him closer to her as well. She said she wanted to be stirred up, which could mean only one thing. At long last, the moment of Oliver Williams' dreams was upon him, heralded by a kiss initiated by Nikki herself. Though surprised, there was no way he would meet that kiss bashfully. No, he'd delve into it just as he'd done numerous times today. In the meantime, he'd acquiesce to the lady's wishes. Ozzy already had a steady grip of himself, so it was nothing to guide his girth to her entrance. Just a press, just the tip would leave her folds concave around it as his focus remained on Nikki's mouth. Would it have been a bit too forward of him to seek her tongue with his own? Well, if it was, it was too late; he was doing so without so much as a second thought, his tongue jutting past the barrier of her lips in the heat of the moment whilst the tip of his member swelled against her other opening.

And once again, Ozzy's eyes were on Nikki. There could be something said for the amount of attention she currently received from this man. He always seemed like he was appraising and never dissatisfied by what he was viewing. She couldn't complain about this, she was in fact, guilty of doing the same thing to him since she met him. Still dream or reality, fact or fiction, one thing was absolute... there would be no stopping until every desire here was met. Ozzy had nothing but the providing of pleasure on his mind and was soon enough kissing her back and preparing her for her wishes. The tip of him teased her opening and she knew what it was he was doing. Ugh, this was going to be unbearable. If she'd been less experienced she might have been frightened, right just now, she was simply appreciative of the care he was taking with her form.

Ah, still that gentle pressure was enough to make her wiggle her hips just a little, that encompassing wetness sliding forward just a little. She doubted men would ever realize how much such things drove women to madness. Still, while in such a state, while tasting herself on his lips she'd soon find his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. She'd allow this, actually she was pretty sure she'd never stop him from doing such a thing. Her mouth opened gently and her own tongue met his in gentle invitation. She couldn't stop the happy moan that escaped her own mouth into his. Oh, that heavy breathing started again. Still as he aimed to guide himself into her, she aimed to keep him close enough to see that through. She'd take it at the speed he offered, happily waiting for her wishes to be granted. Still this truly wasn't fair, if a man like Ozzy could give her all these things... she'd truly have trouble letting him go.

Steady was Ozzy's approach, even though it remained endlessly starved for more. He didn't want to cease penetration before it could truly begin, but it wasn't as if he could manage anything less than the slow approach. Indeed, as much as every fiber of his being wanted him to plunge balls-deep and thrust with reckless abandon, his purpose was to make a lasting impression. There were a few nudges here and there while their tongues intertwined. All the while, his tip was being slicked just as gradually as it moved. It became a somewhat simpler matter to push forward with each prodding motion. Not even a minute passed before Ozzy was slowly thrusting with grinding-like movements, pushing forward just enough to stretch Nikki's entrance before each retreat. His hand had once again attached itself to her leg for stability, while his other took hold of her side. Damned be the thought of that ceaseless thrusting; at this rate, he wasn't likely to last until he was fully submerged in her nether. Actually, part of the reason he moved so slowly now, was an effort to prevent an early conclusion. Would he make it? Time would tell, but the thought of it all was somewhat terrifying.

Ozzy's approach remained dangerously steady. There was no speed and no urgency just those gentle grinding pushes further and further into Nikki's depths. She wondered if he was doing this on purpose. Was his aim to tease or was it something else entirely? He was succeeding at teasing, and gently stretching the accommodating orifice. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a deep throbbing internally. She wanted more... but it was coming. Each push forward was promising a little more than the last. There was nothing wrong with this at all... In her current position she couldn't use her own leverage or anything so she was subject to those prodding thrusts.

Still there was something exciting about the whole of this situation. Her heart was pounding and her breaths had sped up. Her skin rippled with goose flesh as Ozzy's hands made contact with her leg and side again. She was naked this time. so each forward push would bring a new sensation whenever the gentle stretching was finally complete. All the while she seemed clutched onto the young man before her, mouths together and both of her hands aiming him forward. One of hers behind his head tangled in his hair, the other exploring the expanse of his back with the softness of her fingertips.

How would poor Oliver manage to make it through this day? He felt as if he were suffering derealization; everything in the surrounding area was phasing out of existence, bar Nikki and her touch. His grip on her thigh and side became far more intense as he slowly slid his way forward, that throbbing becoming a more dangerous feeling with every millimeter he buried within. By the time he'd shoved about half of his shaft into Nikki's undercarriage, he could do naught but laugh at his own predicament. How couldn't he, after all? This shouldn't have been real, but now that it was, he could feel himself failing to utilize any proper amount of stamina. "Fuck all," he said through that laugh. Even as he came to terms with the ongoing, he could never move very far at all from Nikki's mouth. All this time, actually, the pair of them had been basically speaking directly into each other's mouths. "Might have to apologize, luv. I only went and let myself get too excited," he said. With that little warning out of the way, though, he didn't seem apt to stop anything going on. Ozzy only had the hope that his situation would be understood if he were upfront about it, but there was much more to be shared. "Don't go holding it against me, eh? I'll get you sorted~"

Yes, there was a slow and steady push forward, each millimeter was tantalizing in the most agonizing way possible. Nikki's body responded of its own accord clinching just a bit tighter as she found it impossible to properly relax while this was happening. All the while that grip on her thigh became tighter and Ozzy managed to speak though directly in her face at the time. Through a laugh even, she wondered what was so funny. Oh? He was apologizing. He made the claim that he'd let himself get too excited? Well, these things happened, and it wasn't as if she hadn't finished already, in record time even. Things like this were only disappointing if there was little or no care given to reciprocity. Right at the moment, he didn't know that just him thinking to speak on the matter, was well beyond what was generally expected.

"Mmhm, there is very little I would hold against you. You've been great, I ah, really wasn't expecting that first one," she said in the moment. And strangely she meant this statement. She went on to peck his lips, her hips wiggling gently as he continued to push forward. "Doesn't matter if this round stops... so long as we get the next one, right?" she questioned rhetorically with the sweetest smile she could offer. She meant this of course. He'd already put on a stellar performance thus far, even if he needed a break for a bit she was more than willing to let it go. It wasn't even that her previous experiences were bad, this one was just already so good. What did it matter if round one which had been teased for hours came to an abrupt end... they were free for the rest of the day, and it didn't much seem like Ozzy intended to leave.

Indeed, leaving was the last thing on Oliver's mind. He could, and would remain here for hours on end, even for the duration of this convention if it were possible. Whatever time they had, he wanted to make use of. Of course, that included the time of this first round. Nikki was refreshingly accepting of his claims, even expressing an interest in a second round. He could go for seconds... and thirds, and eighths, and so on. Nevertheless, there was still a burning desire just at the back of his skull─ a desire to see that precious little smile Nikki showed turn into something far more devious than the sweetness it held at present. Ah, but he wasn't at all opposed to the way it was currently either─ what an interesting conundrum. "I don't half love you," he said, still laughing just slightly. Even as accepting as Nikki was, he felt the need to do something more than what he was currently managing. Perhaps he could speed her process along still. At the very least, he'd be trying to as one hand left her side to rub her pleasure nub. Yes, this would certainly serve some purpose while Ozzy was busy inserting more of himself over time. His thrusts were becoming just a bit more focused as well; never was it his intention to tease too much. "Hold it against me anyway. Three more first, or I'll do whatever you want~" he bet. Naturally, this was something of a farce. Oliver would have done anything she asked of him regardless of any wager, but the gamble of it might manage to act as his incentive.

He didn't half love her, huh? Well that was pretty obvious. At this point she barely saw that as the playful thing it was meant to be, given how hyped he was just to meet her. What was more, Nikki didn't even see herself as being overly accommodating in this particular case. Give and take were part of such things, and there was a certain amount of fairness she tended to prefer. Still, she couldn't really resist a bit of a tease in response to such a statement. "Blimey, you should watch yourself mate. Saying things like that can make women crazy~" she managed. If she had more than that to say it would have stopped by the time she took note of the extra stimulation she was receiving externally. The hand that left her side was rubbing against her pearl and such was an extreme amount of extra sensation. Especially when added to the fact that the lad had certainly become more focused, each thrust forward seeming like it had more purpose than the last.

Nikki's body reacted with a gentle pulsing sensation internally, like she was suddenly rather dangerously close to the edge even before he fully got himself into her properly. 'I know what I asked for but this is ridiculous...' she thought in passing as she bit her bottom lip, something which seemed to be a bit of a habit of hers. What was more right at the moment, Ozzy was asking that she hold this potential shortcoming against her. Claiming that if he didn't reach his outgone goal of three more he'd do what she wished. "Right. You realize I can't lose, Ozzy? Not turning it down though... I'd be mental not to take a bet like that~" she mused. It wasn't like she was in any position to turn down either climax nor the ability to make demands. Not that she thought this was entirely necessary. It was still a bit of fun... and there were ways for it to be very enjoyable for both of them. The thought alone was a bit of a problem as thinking ahead along with the present level of stimulation was making her body tense up. Any old thing could push her over the edge that this point... maybe he wouldn't notice? Unlikely given the tension currently in her fingers and the perpetual vice grip being applied between her legs.

"Fine by me," Ozzy said regarding the idea of making women crazy. He could speak those words freely, and there was a very specific reason this was truth. "Not really saying them to any random lass, am I?" That was the cut and dry of it. Jokingly as the statement was offered, it was also very factual. He was already crazy, so if his words would lead to her being the same, then they would be forever intertwined by their common fault, wouldn't they? He was keen to find out for certain.

Nikki was interested in taking his little bet, which he envisioned himself struggling to win. Now, Ozzy was a man who had a great deal of confidence in his abilities at all times, but he knew he always had a singular weakness: her. Any time her name came up in conversation, even the most purposeful chat could take a new direction in a heartbeat. Losing wouldn't be too bad, but maybe he could actually pull a win out of his ass. Of course though, it was designed to be a win-win situation for Nikki; he would offer nothing less. "Well I'm not going to hand you an L, am I? You deserve some sort of win, no matter what," he insisted. Ah yes, he did notice the mighty clench of her nether and the bit of clawing from her fingers. Both sensations were quite rewarding for Oliver; he'd be taking more of those feelings whenever possible, though both were incredibly dangerous for the stamina he hardly had in this first encounter with her. Nikki was the one to tighten in multiple senses, yet Ozzy was the one moaning as she did so. Partial blame could be given to the greater depth he reached within her yet again; he was just about fully buried by now. Alas, partial was not even half the blame that could be dished out. Mostly, the fault lay in the danger of the situation. The poor lad barely survived his most recent lunge, and in fact, his thrusts came to a screeching halt at the end of it... all because he'd have spilled out within the lass if he moved again just yet.

Ozzy's response to her teasing mention was one which she didn't expect. A chuckle came to her in the moment because it was almost like he was intending to make her crazy. He was right though, as far as she knew, he was only saying things like that to her. But she was still a woman and could still be made crazy. The truth of the matter was, the longer this interaction went on the more likely she was to believe she was losing her mind. "Hmpf..." a moan left her mouth first as he reached a new depth within her person. Truly he was doing terribly great things to her. "If you say it like that, I might believe you're trying to make me crazy too~" she said with the full acknowledgement that the lad currently burying himself within her depths was at least a little crazy himself.

According to Ozzy, she deserved a win and he had no intention of handing her a loss of any sort. How very strange... the point of bets was to win. It was crazy as an idea that he would go so far out of his way. There were many options as to why this situation turned out this way, one of them concerned Oliver's strange obsession with her. The other variants involved the lad having no idea how rubbish other men were, or simply not realizing how good he was with so many positive offerings. Either way, she couldn't really turn down anything at this point. Not his attention, not the sex and definitely not the possibility of the future. His insistence on these points was earning him a more significant portion of admiration than Nikki knew she had to give. "You're making it real hard for me to argue with you...." she finally managed to say. Soon after, she heard a moan from this man as her nether tightened and body tensed. What a nice sound, she wondered how many of those he made. She could listen to him talk all day. She could stare at him for hours, she was doing so right now... and she could do more than just that. With him so busy with her person she was well on her way to sensory overload by the time he stopped moving within her, the maximum tension had been achieved and her entire body found itself tensing to the point of climax. This one... was different, especially since there was something of more than average girth for her to squeeze within her body while he rubbed against her apex. Now it was her turn not to move, well, externally anyways... inside her body tried to find relaxation as she rode the wave of her pleasure. Jeez she really could get used to this.