Blood was rushing faster through Bolli’s body as Nadia closed her room’s door and turned to face him. Her eyes never leaving his reddened face, she let her coverings drop to the floor and approached him, her wide smile returning.
“Are you planning on keeping those on this whole time?” she asked, tugging at his shirt. When Bolli remained rigid, she paused, her hands slipping down to his. “We don’t have to do this, if you’re having second thoughts.” Bolli smiled weakly, the concern in her voice all too endearing, and leaned forward to kiss her reassuringly.
And there was the spark. He immediately became greedy for her soft lips, pulling her closer and letting his tongue push between her teeth. She moaned into the kiss, tugging on his shirt until he pulled away to undress himself. Nadia was on her knees before his pants dropped, and her lover’s breath hitched as she swallowed down his cock and took a hold of his hips.
He couldn’t remember the last time anybody had blown him. Haelga preferred to use her hands if she needed to get him hard, and Nivenor’s head hadn’t even been below his shoulders in months. The Breton’s mouth was soft and soaked, her tongue quick around his shaft, and the pure, dirty pleasure of receiving head was enough to make him weak in the knees. He pulled her head away just long enough to collapse on the bed, and then she was back again, sucking and licking and bobbing with that talented, wicked mouth of hers.
“Gods damn you, Nadia,” he gasped, his sweaty hands buried in her hair. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal when you’re done down there.” Nadia looked up with sly eyes, smiling around his cock, and pulled her mouth away slowly.
“Are you?” she asked, her fingers circling his cock as she slunk up beside him. “And who says? Maybe I want to ride you—” She was interrupted by Bolli grabbing her bare hips and flipping her onto her back so that he could practically throw himself on top of her.
“Does this make it clear enough for you?” he growled, shoving himself in deep. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whimpered with pleasure, linking her ankles around his jerking hips.
“Bolli!” she moaned, gripping his back as he slapped against her. Just hearing his name said like that was enough to drive the fisherman wild, and he could only groan loudly and wordlessly as he got lost in this soft new lover and the tight, wet warmth between her thighs. She knew it too, and she managed a smile through the wild motions of the pair. “Say my name…I want to hear how it sounds when you say it…” Bolli was more than happy to oblige her, with the way she was pushing him closer to orgasm.
“Oh, Nadia…!” He bent down just enough to bury his face in her bouncing breasts, taking a perky, sensitive nipple in his mouth as his thrusts grew even more erratic. The two pleasure points earned him a scream out of the Breton girl, and her back arched up into him, her hips coming to meet him every time.
“Bolli, yes! Yes, gods, yes!” She pulled him closer to kiss him, and when they broke free, the eye contact didn’t. In the tension that followed, Nadia tightened around him, and he finally let loose, throwing his head back as he came hard into her. She joined him just a moment later, her mouth open with pleasure and her fingers tight against his back.
His heart still pounding, Bolli closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Nadia’s head on his chest and the pillows under them. It had been far too long since he had felt anything like that during an orgasm.
“Can I spend the night with you?” he breathed. Nadia giggled weakly, moving up to nuzzle against his neck.
“That you can,” she purred. “Maybe you’ll want another round.” For now, though, all either of them wanted was rest.
F!DB/Bolli: "The Things He Lacks" 4/?
“Are you planning on keeping those on this whole time?” she asked, tugging at his shirt. When Bolli remained rigid, she paused, her hands slipping down to his. “We don’t have to do this, if you’re having second thoughts.” Bolli smiled weakly, the concern in her voice all too endearing, and leaned forward to kiss her reassuringly.
And there was the spark. He immediately became greedy for her soft lips, pulling her closer and letting his tongue push between her teeth. She moaned into the kiss, tugging on his shirt until he pulled away to undress himself. Nadia was on her knees before his pants dropped, and her lover’s breath hitched as she swallowed down his cock and took a hold of his hips.
He couldn’t remember the last time anybody had blown him. Haelga preferred to use her hands if she needed to get him hard, and Nivenor’s head hadn’t even been below his shoulders in months. The Breton’s mouth was soft and soaked, her tongue quick around his shaft, and the pure, dirty pleasure of receiving head was enough to make him weak in the knees. He pulled her head away just long enough to collapse on the bed, and then she was back again, sucking and licking and bobbing with that talented, wicked mouth of hers.
“Gods damn you, Nadia,” he gasped, his sweaty hands buried in her hair. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal when you’re done down there.” Nadia looked up with sly eyes, smiling around his cock, and pulled her mouth away slowly.
“Are you?” she asked, her fingers circling his cock as she slunk up beside him. “And who says? Maybe I want to ride you—” She was interrupted by Bolli grabbing her bare hips and flipping her onto her back so that he could practically throw himself on top of her.
“Does this make it clear enough for you?” he growled, shoving himself in deep. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whimpered with pleasure, linking her ankles around his jerking hips.
“Bolli!” she moaned, gripping his back as he slapped against her. Just hearing his name said like that was enough to drive the fisherman wild, and he could only groan loudly and wordlessly as he got lost in this soft new lover and the tight, wet warmth between her thighs. She knew it too, and she managed a smile through the wild motions of the pair. “Say my name…I want to hear how it sounds when you say it…” Bolli was more than happy to oblige her, with the way she was pushing him closer to orgasm.
“Oh, Nadia…!” He bent down just enough to bury his face in her bouncing breasts, taking a perky, sensitive nipple in his mouth as his thrusts grew even more erratic. The two pleasure points earned him a scream out of the Breton girl, and her back arched up into him, her hips coming to meet him every time.
“Bolli, yes! Yes, gods, yes!” She pulled him closer to kiss him, and when they broke free, the eye contact didn’t. In the tension that followed, Nadia tightened around him, and he finally let loose, throwing his head back as he came hard into her. She joined him just a moment later, her mouth open with pleasure and her fingers tight against his back.
His heart still pounding, Bolli closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Nadia’s head on his chest and the pillows under them. It had been far too long since he had felt anything like that during an orgasm.
“Can I spend the night with you?” he breathed. Nadia giggled weakly, moving up to nuzzle against his neck.
“That you can,” she purred. “Maybe you’ll want another round.” For now, though, all either of them wanted was rest.