London

[Bloodedge]

What did he imagine when he spent all day looking at her? Ozzy himself couldn't have pinpointed a single thing if he tried, considering how many scenarios filled his mind day by day. Now that things were physical, that fact was only more relevant. Nikki's attentions were just as madness-inducing as he'd imagined; even a simple application of her tongue to his earlobe was enough to leave his loins throbbing like never before. Worse yet was the fact that his member was pressed firmly against the woman's undercarriage, and her hips were moving in a way that further enticed him. Ozzy was facing quite the issue; his breeches were far too tight for comfort at the moment. This whole ordeal was so exciting, it was frustrating... and there was only one way to take out such frustration─ he'd have to use Nikki as the outlet. Back to her neck his lips went while his other hand rose to her buttocks just like its predecessor. An extra little hike of her legs along the way left the suggestion of Nikki taking stability unto herself, using him if necessary. That dress had to be done away with just a bit more, even if Ozzy had to lift it from just her lower body while she was elevated. At this rate, one would wonder if full nudity would even be an option prior to indulgence. Maybe it would, but the likelihood was seeming rather dodgy.

[Apollymi]

Why weren't they naked? Well, the easy answer was, because... they were busy. Busy indulging enough already that pausing even for a moment to completely remove their clothes wasn't really an option. Okay. That was fine, technically. Ozzy's hands were shifting, his face was once again buried in her neck and Leaving Nikki hovering between him and the door. The grasp of her legs would tighten just a bit, she had no idea what it was exactly he was going for, but she'd help him along anyway she could. Oh, her dress was being hiked up just a little bit more. He wasn't going to rid her of it completely though, no. He was simply taking the gentle progress presented step by step, push by push... inch by inch even. Oh god, where was her mind at right now? She bit her bottom lip, stifling the tiniest of moans. The throbbing stiffness presented by his manhood hadn't gone unnoticed, even though clothes she was fully aware of what he had going for himself and wished to do something about it. Ah, but this show wasn't necessarily hers, it was theirs, so how would it go? She could only wonder even as she made offers and presented herself. Even as she placed a hand against his shoulder to hold herself in place along with her legs while he hiked up her dress a little more. She still had no real idea of where he was going with his exploration. Nor where she was going with hers. She thought to help him with his potential problem... but he was a bit out of direct reach. She'd have to wait a moment or two before she could.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Nikki was waiting for, it seemed she would have all the time she could have wanted. Ozzy wasn't going to be making much progress any time soon, even though he wouldn't be regressing either. He'd continue having a proper feel of the skin normally concealed by her dress or whatever other article she wore at any point, and he'd continue tasting the skin that teased the outside world just a tad. Squeezing away as if he could do nothing else with his hands, he sank lower and lower from his original position at Nikki's neck. Previously, his lips had found her collarbone. Now, he continued pursing his lips against her flesh as they traveled even lower. He kissed her chest, multiple times, and eventually worked his way back up until he found her lips again. Amidst all the heaving, kissing, tonguing and molesting, he found it in himself to speak at last.

"No chance you'll back out on me, is there? I might never leave you be at this rate," he said through the heaves, knowing his addiction to this woman would only become more prevalent within a matter of minutes. They were so close to something grand as it was, and Ozzy knew the sky was not even the limit on his end. If Nikoleta Corbyn did not want him throwing himself at her for the rest of their lives, he'd be offering this singular chance for a decision to be made. Of course, the amount of thirst he suffered wouldn't be allowing an immediate response; he assaulted her lips again. Surely she could find the space between to produce a response, right?

[Apollymi]

Ah, a few moments she'd have... though not without distraction. Nikki found herself being kissed, tongued and molested. Well, that wasn't exactly right. Such things had been happening the entire time. In truth she was having a great deal of fun being at this man's mercy but beyond what he was doing she was also still working herself fingers that danced and undid buttons were working their way down the flesh of his sides as she sighed. He really was doing something strange to her. And the more time she spent with him, the less she wanted him to spend it with anyone else. But what was this, he found his words around the same time she found her way to his belt line and began fiddling with belt and buttons to release him. And what did his voice present? The idea of her backing out? Well that wasn't going to happen at all, she might have opened her mouth to begin speaking but it was soon being assaulted directly again. Well, that was fine, she'd work a word or two out eventually.

Right at the moment though she finally released his belt and the button that held his pants together. Gently now she'd release his zipper as well pulling away from the assault of her lips to speak finally through heaved sighed close to his face. "Never is a long time, Ozzy," she started. "I'll end up holding you to it..." she said that and wondered where it came from. This is where crazy women started wasn't it, with a man they liked promising them forever? Oh well, at the very least, she had a pretty good idea that Ozzy wouldn't actually leave her to be crazy. And it was there again, that itch in the back of her mind. She could claim him, and why shouldn't she... why shouldn't she keep her biggest stalker forever?

[Bloodedge]

Never was indeed a long time; this much was true. However, it seemed like forever since Ozzy initially stumbled upon the account of Blue Lotus. It seemed like forever since he'd been smitten. It seemed like forever since the women of Blackpool didn't look any better to him than the men of Blackpool, considering what they were being compared to in his head. As such, never was not very long at all. "Never's just a blink," he said after another hurried meeting of mouths. According to Nikki, there was a chance of her holding him to that promise. Good; it wouldn't be the same if she didn't have a thirst for him as well.

Speaking of thirsts, Nikki's showed itself again. His belt was undone, and his trousers met the same fate within moments via a little fiddling. Finally, he could be rid of those obstructive things. Ozzy allowed a bit of breathing room between their bodies, though not their faces at all, to allow an easier transition. This space also resulted in the immediate fall of his breeches once they were unzipped, leaving the lad reduced to an open shirt and a beige pair of boxers. One more obstacle was gone. As he continued tasting of her lips, Ozzy stepped out of his shoes and pants in unison. It required just a bit of fenagling, but it was quite necessary for him to begin walking with Nikki held against him still. Said walk was more of a stumble through the room he couldn't see past Nikki's face, but he had a small amount of layout memory from the first few seconds of seeing his surroundings. Since they entered through the sitting room and he didn't have it in him to travel very far, Ozzy moved only to a meeting/dining table quite close to the room's entrance. One side of that table would become Nikki's resting place for the moment, after Ozzy kicked out a chair that was otherwise in the way. "Hope this'll do~"

[Apollymi]

Ozzy was still very busy kissing her. Even after she mentioned how long never was, he was content to say the opposite. Well, even if it was a long time, if he wanted to stay with her for all that time... she wasn't currently thinking it'd be possible to say no. What else wasn't it really possible to do, speak. Well, that was a general thing, every few seconds her mouth was being assaulted and her body caressed. Even if she had a mind to say more, she couldn't through the small moans and noises escaping her mouth whenever they had room to do so. Ah, well, maybe instead of saying so, her actions could speak for her in this case. Yes, she finally succeeded at getting this man's pants loose and he took the initiative to finish freeing himself of both them and his shoes.

Soon enough he began moving, a strangely happy squeal left the lass' mouth. It was such an interesting thing, not currently being in control of her own movements. That should have been something she was a bit more concerned about, still she couldn't manage it. She was too busy being connected by the face with Ozzy, while still being held against him. Too busy to properly acknowledge anything other than that strange sensation in the back of her mind. How far would they go? Well, not very, just like every other moment thus far, they seemed to be desperately rushing towards something but not going too far. Instead of heading to the bed, they ended up at the meeting/dining room table. She was sat upon it, and a chair kicked out from in front of her. Only then would he have more to say. Would this do? Well, yes, she didn't really care. Actually she was still moving those hands of hers aiming to slip the man out of his shirt as well. In for a penny already in looking at his pictures she'd seen him without a shirt a lot, but.... something about actually seeing it again was a bit entrancing. He really had to know how good looking he was... it really didn't make any sense. "Yeah, its... great," she paused, her eyes were traveling over his form and she had a look at him in his boxers. This sort of thing really wasn't fair. Like at all.

[Bloodedge]

Great, she said. Brilliant! At this point, Ozzy would have found any location more than acceptable. Hell, they could have been snogging their way toward a shag in the middle of a tornado, and he'd be just as elated to participate so long as Nikki was at the other end. Luckily, they weren't in such a situation; they were instead in a five-star hotel suite with so many surfaces to take advantage of. So many options made this all impossible, but so very thrilling. Even more of a thrill was what he had to see right in front of him... which happened to be scanning him at the same time. He couldn't help but feel just a bit... almighty as the woman of his dreams inspected him in such a way, and of course, a bit of cheeky commentary was to accompany this sensation. "I was talking about the table," he said as his own eyes scanned the slightly disheveled form of Nikki. Ah, he could see and confirm her undergarments from this angle; that explained much. Either way, he was absolutely swooning over the sight beneath him as he tugged that poor little thong out of its place on her hips. There was one thing on his mind, and nothing would keep him from obtaining it. Everything else could remain for all he cared, but he couldn't tolerate anything being so directly obtrusive.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was smitten and this lad had no idea how much. Actually, she was right just now visually inspecting him with thoughts of anything else disappearing moment by moment. She was now sat at the end of the table slightly disheveled and totally distracted by the sights she was taking in. There was really nothing she didn't like about him visually. And he had a great personality... it was almost frightening how much she enjoyed this man. Combined with the fact that he was gorgeous, she was well on her way to a head filled with debauchery. Oh, he noticed that she was talking about him when she spoke earlier. Apparently taking a moment to offer cheeky commentary at that. He meant the table, of course he did. "Oh... it's a nice table. Not really what I was looking at though..." she mused. She couldn't help herself she was quite enthused, he could have sat her anywhere. As long as they were busying themselves with each other it wouldn't make her much a difference. Her panties were being removed, how interesting, that poor little thong was removed from her hips. How exciting and Ozzy himself was looking like everything she could have wanted. He really had to know he was so good looking she bit her bottom lip gently. Her body was demanding more, she felt almost antsy sitting atop this table.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, he knew of his own appearance and its magnificence. Nothing about that mattered in this situation, so long as Nikki found him sufficient for her satisfaction. All those likes and comments on his social media profiles and Twitch chat could bugger off, for all he cared, unless they were under the tag for Blue Lotus. She wasn't looking at the table─ well obviously, and how perfect an answer that was. They were in the midst of the briefest pause to their actions, but Ozzy did not intend to let it last more than a matter of seconds. Actually, since he knew what she'd been looking at, he decided to bring further attention to himself. "I didn't much look at it myself. Saw your eyes wandering, though," he said upon determining his next move. She'd already rid him of his shirt, so after that thong slipped past her feet and landed somewhere on the floor, Ozzy's boxers were the next thing to fall. Just then, it was as if the male had three eyes that were all focused solely on the space betwixt Nikki's legs. What a sight. There was a certain gleam, which to Ozzy was tantamount to the light at the end of a long tunnel. Well, he'd soon be reaching the end of said tunnel, in more than simply the metaphorical sense. Yes, the only thing he happened to be short of, was hesitation, as proven the moment both parties' undergarments hit the floor, which was the same moment he leaned forward to loom over Nikki yet again.

[Apollymi]

Nikki's eyes were on Ozzy in a way they hadn't been on anyone in quite a long time. Actually, it was more accurate to say she'd never looked at anyone the way she was now looking at Ozzy. How strange. It wasn't like she'd never fancied a boy before. It wasn't like she'd never been in an intimate situation before, but right here and now it was like everything was so stunningly new. Quality? Definitely quality. This lad was nothing but quality. Oh and now he was removing his boxers, still standing, her eyes shifted... well it wasn't like she could not look. He'd noticed her eyes wandering? Of course, she wasn't trying not to look, she was sure she wouldn't have been able to hide it even if she was... no, here she was stuck and looking over the lad. And after her panties hit the floor his boxers did as well. Oh that was such a sight. "Blimey..." she whispered that again. It truly wasn't fair for a man to be this good looking, have such a good personality and have such a good cock. In fact, it should be criminal. It was definitely a crime, right? A crime, punishable by lockdown, or a ball and chain? Marriage? Wait, that was an extreme. Whatever the case, she definitely saw the way he was looking at her... she could hardly say he ever looked at anything else. "Well, not like I could look at much else..." she said as she finally pulled her eyes up. Oh, he was looming over her was he. Well, that last statement just became something of a lie. Aside from his body, Ozzy had the best looking eyes she'd ever seen in a human. That color was to die for... entrancing, almost godly? Yeah, that had to be right. So, being loomed over this way, she leaned back as well... whatever he was planning she had no intention of stopping. Even her legs unconsciously parted just a bit more... she'd allow him the space between. She had to have this man and nothing was going to happen between now and then.