At the peak of her flourish, Nikki had the feeling of the movements of Ozzy come to an end. By the time she opened her eyes, he was looking at her, rather smugly that bit of his personality leaking through once more. Of course, she had no problem with this, in fact, she found that exact little smile to be one of the best ones to cross his face. She'd meant to tell him properly about that finish which encroached upon her, but it was hardly her fault that she hadn't been capable of it at the time. What was more, she was hardly able to be upset about it, given she got more cheeky commentary from Ozzy for her trouble, she'd forego telling him lots of things if he would continue speaking to her like that. "Blimey, I can't really argue when you say it like that~" she mused just as cheekily. Actually, her enjoying his words was rather interesting. Still they were speaking directly into each others faces. From this close she could see every detail of those golden eyes and the words he spoke hit her ears with a peculiar cadence and tone. This man was mesmerizing to her. Ever so gently she bit down on her bottom lip, he wanted to be informed properly next time... well she could try. Hell, right just now she was almost certain she'd do whatever he asked if he said it while looking at her like that.
"I can... ah... try. It's not like I meant to stop talking just then..." she admitted with a hint of bashfulness taking over her visage. She wasn't the sort of woman who didn't know exactly what it was she was looking for. She wasn't bad at communicating or anything like that... but this man, he really took it out of her. She could feel herself collapsing under the weight of his perfection. She needed to belong to him as much as he seemed to want her to, it was a weird realization to have while he parted her cheeks. She sharply inhaled at this change in grip and her womanhood seemed to clench gently at the thoughts running through her head. She could only do more, never do less. She was in charge was she? Hm, she wasn't so certain. "I don't know about that..." she said closing that breath worth of space between them, she kissed him again, sucking in his bottom lip before she spoke again. Her lips would softly press against his as one hand traveled the expanse of his back while the other buried itself in moist locks. "You're filling me and consuming me, Ozzy~" she mentioned in that same soft tone. "I don't think you have anything to give me but the best possible~" she mused. She couldn't limit this to the day, she didn't see it as just now. He was erasing her past, consuming her ideals and presenting her with so much more she could hardly hold it all. Her cup had been replaced and overrun and there was nothing left in it but Ozzy. "Keep giving it, yeah?"