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  1. #101
    The elevator would climb floor by floor, and it was far from the only thing rising more quickly than it needed to. Ozzy's room was at the other end of the hall; he would therefore hope Nikki's was a bit closer to the elevator. Whatever the case, the here and now was his only concern at the moment. Every time he tasted of Nikki, that was all it managed to be: a taste. Never could he be completely satisfied with an endless sample. Why did he ever believe it would be alright to have anything but... well, everything? Ozzy found a strange amount of satisfaction in having her accept being trapped betwixt himself and a wall. They'd only just met today, but for her to reciprocate his actions from such a position implied a certain trust. That faith would go far for both of them in the long run, and even farther for the time being. As he put forth every effort to seemingly consume the lass' mouth with his own, his hand rose until it rested at the side of her neck. Large enough for a bit of extra reach, its fingers spanned the space from her neck to her jawline, leaving his thumb pressed against her cheek. There was a bit of pressure, somehow gentle even while clearly influenced by the general aggression he was showing in his approach. His breaths were labored, hastened along with the beat of his heart. Yes, he was quite sure the temperature of this elevator wouldn't be quite the same when they left it, even after such a short time spent within.

  2. #102
    Luck would have it that Nikki's room was closer to the elevator, though not by much. This was due mostly to the coordinators work. The entire floor had been rented out for those who were to be part of the convention who were 'specialty' in some way. Given that all of the rooms on this floor were rented by a single entity. At check-in, Nikoleta was coincidentally given the suite next to Ozzy's but that wasn't really important. No... no greater importance could be found than the actions of the man in front of her. He was all but devouring her as she tried to do the same to him. His desire was palpable and aggressive but also somehow, gentle. It was strange, she should have been very fearful of a hand that large so close to her neck while the one who held it, had such tension in their bodies. But the gentle thumb upon her face, those fingers grazing her flesh... the heat of his breath across her face. Jeez, how was a girl supposed to maintain anything like sanity in the face of this kind of attention?

    Ding.

    They arrived on the floor and the sounds of the doors of the elevator opening were the ones which thundered over even the sound of blood rushing in Nikki's head. Her knees felt weak, but her stomach fluttered with excitement. She wanted more... she needed more, and she'd have it. Every standard this girl had, was being blown out of the window by Oliver. As such instead of trying to break from him properly when they separated their faces and bodies to head to a room, she'd lead him to hers, working her keycard from the holder on her phone and aiming to unlock the door pulling the lad inside with her. No, such thing as too keen, right?

  3. #103
    And there was the dreaded sound signaling their arrival to the seventh floor. Having a reasonable approximation for how long an elevator trip took, Ozzy managed to be less bothered by this interruption than the earlier pause taken in the limo. Did that make it completely bearable? Not one bit, sadly. Every part of him screamed more, more, yet he dared not infringe upon even a moment of Nikki's career by having her involved in some sort of drama involving public debauchery. As such, he accepted separation, though there was much haste in moving down the hall. Of course, her room was just a door ahead of his.

    Fully prepared to open his mouth and speak while checking the hall for onlookers, Ozzy was taken aback by a sudden pull─ into the woman's room, no less. No resistance was shown at all. In fact, once he wrapped his head around what was happening, he began moving of his own accord as well. That door needed shutting; he planned on doing so with Nikki's body once he was properly inside. He would have them just as they were in the elevator, albeit against a freshly-slammed hotel door. None could see at this point, so he didn't care one bit about the sudden noise of it all; the time for patience was officially gone.

  4. #104
    Nikki had been a bit forward. That strange part of her brain that was making her act impulsively was so fully in charge now, that she doubted even knowing a bad outcome would have changed her behavior at all. Oddly enough, she didn't believe that there was any negatives to be taken from anything happening between them. Most people were still at the convention, so the halls were empty. What was more it seemed Ozzy was shocked by her behavior. She might have considered that this amount of direct was probably a bit over the top, but... Ozzy caught all the way up to the invitation being presented or demanded? Demanded was probably a more appropriate term considering she'd dragged him into her room.

    Ah, but he was onboard, he shut the door, with her body. This put them back in the same position they'd been in while in the elevator. Her breathing was heavy, her heart was absolutely pounding. Everything non-essential was dropped from her hands. She truly didn't care, now with at least the hand she wasn't using to hold Ozzy's she reached out, her hand slipping behind his neck. This gorgeous man was standing in front of her, and they were alone. No interruptions... no distractions. There was a certain tension that remained even knowing there was nothing to stop anything. Nikki's eyes traveled up to Ozzy's from their starting point at his chest. As those purple eyes of hers moved she found nothing she didn't like. She hadn't heard him utter a word she didn't like. Ugh even the sound of his voice and the feeling of his breath across her face was something she liked. Oh, she was staring in those golden eyes of his. She didn't have words, instead she'd been leaning forward slowly over the last few seconds, while also pulling him in with that other hand. Oh, she was starting this again wasn't she? That's the point right?

  5. #105
    At long last, Ozzy felt he could do any and everything that had been plaguing his mind all this time. Where to start? He hadn't a clue, as evident in the focus of his gaze. The focus, to be specific, was Nikki herself... but he couldn't even settle on a single place to look. He primarily studied her face just as he'd done a thousand, even a million times by now. Not a day had gone by since he hadn't seen and admired that visage, and now it was something he could touch as well. And touch, he did. The palm of his hand reached her cheek this time, just prior to his eyes falling to observe the rest of her from close proximity. To think, all logical reasoning would say he'd soon be able to see more than just the physical specimen; he'd see her in a light limited to a select few among the great masses. The thought alone was enough to produce unbridled euphoria, and now Nikki was clearly moving closer yet, while tugging him in as well. He found her lips once more, though he did not linger. This time, he couldn't settle on a single spot for more than a second or two. Contact came repeatedly and in rapid succession; he repeatedly went from kissing her lips, to her jawline, to her neck and wherever he could reach, really. All the while, he continued to press Nikki against the door. Now was as good a time as any to make good on his promise from earlier. He did say he'd give her a lift next, and that would begin immediately as his hands traveled down the lass' torso until each extremity found a thigh of its own. Oh, the perks of that short little dress she wore─ it wasn't long before he no longer felt the dress itself, but the bare flesh of Nikki's legs. Once he had that sensation at his fingertips, he grabbed, squeezed, and lifted each thigh until they were positioned at either side of his body. The door, Ozzy's body, and his arms as well─ those would be the only thing keeping poor Nikoleta in place against gravity itself, but it wasn't as if the male would be moving back of his own accord any time soon.

  6. #106
    Ozzy was staring at Nikki. Well, that by itself wasn't so unusual. Actually, it was expected given his own stated fanatic obsession. Still she couldn't quite believe it, or rather she couldn't rationalize it. Whatever the case, there was so little distance between them and so much time for them to do... well this. She couldn't stop the sensation of her own heartbeat, nor could she even pretend to be able to ignore that little voice in the back of her mind. Somewhere, in the corners of her personality, she was glad it was awake, because after pulling Ozzy in, he began to kiss her again. This time more hurriedly with less focus. Pecks to lips, neck and jawline anything that was exposed that he could reach. He truly seemed to be a worshiper of her form and it was most tantalizing. The feeling of his fingers gripping her thighs, was sinful at best and she enjoyed it without end.

    Ah, but this was far beyond worship. Making good on his words from previous moments, Ozzy's hands traveled down her body and eventually she'd find herself lifted, sandwiched between the door and the man himself. Her legs easily finding themselves wrapped around his torso. She shouldn't like this, her feet being off the ground should be a frightening loss of control, but it wasn't like Ozzy would let anything happen to her. Oh? Where had that idea come from? Well, if he worshiped her, he wouldn't want her broken right? He'd look after her to a great extent... hm, was that why it was so easy to trust him in a moment like this? Well, that was a question and and half and her brain had no room. Too many sensations. Like that little black dress sliding ever so gently up her hips. Her own hands began moving again, empty and with nothing to stop them her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt popping them apart while she studied him between kisses. Heavy breathing and that ever present thump of her heart which she swore she could hear, things were already heating up again, and she'd been the one to start it.

  7. #107
    There was one thing destined to happen as they were so closely pressed against one another in this strange position, and Ozzy surprisingly hadn't given it any consideration prior to it happening. Color the male surprised when the natural sliding of Nikki's dress resulted in their groins pressing against each other through whatever undergarments she wore, and his own trousers. How surreal; he could feel the heat of her core even while they were fully clothed. For whatever that was worth, it was a thrill and some change. As if his heart weren't already prepared to explode through his ribcage, its beat intensified further yet as Nikki began the process of unbuttoning his shirt. This was concrete evidence. There would be only one end result to this afternoon... or perhaps evening, even night, given the intentions of Ozzy. Without a doubt, both parties here knew the path that would be taken soon enough. Ozzy had a mind to mention such, but he found difficulty pulling himself away long enough to speak. Besides, doing anything more would require him to release the woman in his grasp─ something he didn't think he'd ever be quite ready to do. What would he do then? Well, he'd do as he'd been doing all along; he'd busy his lips, tongue, and occasionally even teeth with every accessible millimeter of exposed flesh above her top.

  8. #108
    It was interesting to note that Nikki also had no real idea any of this would be happening before they got to this moment. Even so, she wouldn't actually stop what she was doing right now. No, every button would be opened even as she was held against this door. Her hips shifting ever so gently against his after their closeness was confirmed. This would send tiny jolts of extra stimulation directly to her core. Ah, this poor little thong was hardly enough fabric to be counted as underwear. Purple in color with a matching lace bra, she even coordinated her own clothing without much fuss. But she hadn't done this for anyone but herself, the fact that someone else would be seeing them soon was a bit unexpected.

    Beyond all of that once his shirt was open, her fingers would trace any expanses of skin found. His busy mouth bringing gentle pauses to her own exploration as teeth, tongue and lips were being utilized by the young man at her fore as he explored her exposed flesh. It was almost maddening, so much rushing, so much friction for this part of the exploration to feel like it was spanning hours. She knew it hadn't been that long but it felt like torture. When did this become exciting for her? When did she become impatient? Probably around the time she sat on his lap. Nah, it was probably before that... when they were out for chips after she got caught looking at his pictures. She really couldn't find fault in him. She left her neck exposed to him as she began to explore his in turn she buried her face there, using her own tongue to lick his nape following the line up to his ear. A gentle gasp would escape her once there, a small and soft noise. If she had something to say... she might have forgotten, she'd said his name earlier but she'd forgotten what he wanted to say amid the interruption. Now with her hips moving and body trapped between this man and the door she could hardly think of anything except him and how he was making her feel.

  9. #109
    Progress, progress, progress. They were moving toward something, even rushing toward it, though they were also moving quite slowly at the same time. Indeed, that ravenous behavior was completely spited by the thirst for what was immediately available. Both parties could have been stripped and intertwined mere moments after entering the room, yet here they were. Ozzy and his freshly-opened shirt, Nikki with only a dress that had been lifted by the rise of her legs alone, and things were... perfectly fine. No; perfectly fine may not have been the proper descriptor. There was a constant thirst for more, a demand for the next stage, yet a refusal to abandon anything already started.

    The time had come for miss Nikoleta to take a step forward, it seemed. Vengeance came in response to the attentions he paid her, in the form of her tongue making its way along his neck. That tiny gasp emerged in such close proximity to his ear, he could feel it. Perhaps it should have been a cause for embarrassment that goose flesh emerged on Ozzy's heated body in the wake of this, but no, he harbored it with delectation as his teeth sank into her earlobe and a deep exhale forced its way through his nostrils into her ear. Not enough yet─ more contact, and more contact now. One of the male's hands adopted a tighter grasp of Nikki's leg, supporting it more firmly while his other hand slipped farther up her opposite thigh. What he felt soon was the surprisingly bare corpuscle of her behind, and of course, that would be where his grip found itself most sturdy henceforth.

  10. #110
    Rushing forward, making progress, but sacrificing nothing. Each action they took was a step towards the future, not just of this event but of many to come. Deep within her mind, Nikoleta had already accepted this progress beyond the moment. If she hadn't she probably couldn't have committed herself to her actions. Well, that was almost true. She was still quite smitten with Ozzy, she adored him in ways that defied logic already, which was an amount of investment she didn't expect and the more time he spent in physical contact with her, the stronger this sensation became. All take, no give, and everything while giving up nothing... there was something very strange going on with this pair of individuals.

    Ah, she'd licked his neck and exhaled near his ear, causing the lad to have an outward showing of gooseflesh. He liked that did he... which part though? She supposed it could be the combination of things, the composition of this moment was one which could be tantalizing in several ways. She was about to find out how many herself as he claimed more of her flesh for his hands to explore. What parts? Well his mouth closed around her earlobe, teeth touching that piece of flesh as hot breath traveled into that very sensitive place. A moan left her mouth at this, it was so unexpected, but it felt strangely nice. Yet another thing to make her core pulse with desire. But he wasn't quite done. His hands slipped up her dress, further up her legs, taking hold of her semi-exposed rear. The roundness of her bottom suddenly had extra support by way of one of his hands, while the other was making its way up her thigh. Already there was heat between her thighs, but this situation became much more problematic as her nipples tightened in her shirt, and gooseflesh broke out over her skin. She really had no idea what to do while he was touching her like this. Even so, she couldn't stop her own actions. That lick up his neck ended with a flick of her tongue against his earlobe. She moved her self once more leaving kisses across his shoulder while her hips shifted of their own accord. She wanted more, and he seemed to take everything she gave... how was she to do anything but keep making offers? They could have been naked and indulging fully in each other already, but she currently didn't want to miss a single step. Urgent but not rushing, she wanted more of him, she wanted to know what it was he imagined when he spent all day looking at her.

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