Romance without Tears (closed)

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Naomi's cool fingertips brushed delicately across his face. The angles of Nick's face were hard, but Naomi was touching them reverently and gently, as though they were some impossibly fine material. Her touch brushed against the stubble on his jaw, the novelty of the feeling seeming to appeal to Naomi.

"I know. It's not you I'm afraid of," she said. "I'm afraid of myself. I don't trust myself not to do something stupid and mess this up."

She was looking straight at him. Her eyes, wide and extraordinarily blue in the china doll beauty of her small face, were looking straight at him. Then she smiled diffidently.

"Though, I suppose it's too late now to worry about that. I lost my heart to you well before I even realized it was possible for me to."

Nick's breath caught in his throat. He took Naomi's hand and kissed each finger, then the palm.

"I've loved you since we first met," he confessed simply.

Naomi responded by lacing her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for a kiss, a kiss that gradually grew in its intensity until Naomi had thrown a slender, graceful leg over his hip and was grinding herself against him, her eyes alight with passion.

Nick broke the kiss to grin at her, then placed his big hands on her hips and swung her effortlessly up into the air until she straddled his chest, her whole lithe, taut body seeming to weigh little more than a feather. Her pert, firm nude breasts were in perfect proximity to his mouth -all he needed to do was to lean forward and take one of those oh-so-tempting, stiff pink nipples between his lips. So he he did.

Meanwhile, his hands were busy. Naomi's jeans had already been undone in her impatience to get started without him -he smoothly slipped his fingers under the belt-line and peeled them from her legs in one motion. Beneath, her panties were already soaked through -they slipped off easily, weighted down with her juices. Nick caressed the pert, delicately rounded curves of her ass as he removed the panties, kneading them, loving their firm, toned pliancy.

The truth was that when Nick pictured Naomi having sex (and despite his best efforts, he'd done that more often than a platonic friend should have), it had always made sense that she went with women. Her body was so exquisitely delicate, such a small and finely made piece of work, he'd found himself imagining that she simply wasn't made to hold up under masculine roughness and force in bed and that she'd be revolted by the big, rough hands of a man like... well, a man like him.

But Nick could see by the sparkle in Naomi's eyes and the flush on her cheeks that she was very, very capable of the most glorious rough and tumble, that the grip of his calloused hands, gentle and yet strong, was pushing her arousal to boiling point.

She was nude now, her small, nubile body a wonderful sight in its pale, creamy perfection. Nick was licking and kissing her breasts, sucking on each nipple between long, langorous strokes of the tongue against her aureola, pushing them against each other and nuzzling his head between them, breathing in her Naomi-scent. He was in heaven.

 

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Naomi laughed softly as Nick simply lifted her up and placed her atop him. There was something surprisingly sexy about the way he could simply move her like that. She loved the feeling of his hands completely encompassing her hips, and the way he managed to be both so strong and so gentle at the same time. As his hands explored her skin, so hers explored his. She pushed her hands up under the hem of his shirt and ran her fingers eagerly and hungrily up over his toned abs and chest while she pushed the fabric up.

His mouth was hot on her chest, leaving burning kisses across her skin, but when he pulled back for a moment in order to let her push his shirt up the rest of the way off, her skin was suddenly very cold, driving her pert little nipples to harden even further.

For a while, Naomi was perfectly happy to revel in the feeling of his hands on her skin and his mouth lavishing attention on her chest as she sat atop him, finally nude. Some distant part of her mind observed that it was less strange than she expected to be naked in front of him - she had expected that something, be it the fact that he'd been her platonic friend for so long, or the simple fact that he was a man, would make it somehow less than perfect comfortable. Instead, she found she adored the way his eyes seemed to drink her in, every inch of her. And the pure pleasure of simply being adored like that was enough to interrupt his attentions on her breasts to kiss him fiercely.

Besides, it was high time he joined her in nudity. "I want your clothes gone," she breathed against his lips, her eyes alight with desire. Her hands went to his belt buckle and she just about tore it open, but positioned as they were, she couldn't do much more than that. Besides, that playful look in her eyes? That was Naomi's desire to feel the strong, almost dominant act of simply moving her to wherever he so desired.

 

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The sunlight outside was striking crisp, white-golden fractures of light off the falling flakes of snow. Naomi's slim, nude body was set off to perfection by the winter light. Her skin was flawless white ivory, her short hair pale burnished gold, a perfect match for the colours that the room with which the room seemed to swim. She seemed to glow with her own beauty, so soft and yet so bright that Nick almost as though he might need to blink back tears.

"I want your clothes gone," she whispered, wriggling randily against him, her wide blue eyes afire with girlish mischief. Her fingers were already undoing the buckle of his belt.

Nick grinned. He sat up and his hands went to her slim waist, encircling it with ease, and he lifted her bodily up into the air, to the accompaniment of a squeak of delight and surprise from Naomi. Her eyes shone with excitement at how totally she was under his control in that moment.

He set her down alongside him, on her front, a deliberate move that enabled him to admire her nude ass. It looked just as delicious, in all its delicately rounded glory, as it had while still covered by her pants. Almost instinctively, Nick reached out a hand and ran his fingers down that flawless porcelain spine to the sweet curve of the rump.

Then he set about fulfilling Naomi's desire by removing his clothes. He pulled his shirt off first, then ripped off his jeans and boxers. His liberated cock, aroused to its full enormous size, popped free and smacked against the flat, hard surface of Nick's abdomen.

Nick looked at Naomi. Even the most experienced of his previous girlfriends had been shocked and awed by the sheer size of his cock, and generally needed coaxing and patience to go anywhere near the monster. He could imagine that the problem would be a hundred time worse for Naomi, a lesbian with no previous experience with men. Much as he was aching to grab her there and then, the next move had to belong to her now.

 

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Naomi giggled as Nick did exactly as she desired, those strong hands lifting her clear up off the bed for a moment before he set her down on her stomach next to him. She made a point of watching as he started stripping for her, her gaze hungrily following each inch of newly revealed skin. So focused was she on the revelation of Nick's body that she nearly missed the way he was staring at her ass. Nearly. But notice she did, and she shot him a playful smirk before wiggling her hips friskily, her back arching slightly to bring her bottom up slightly off the bed, as if she were offering it to him.

She would have said something, but he had started tearing off his jeans and boxers, and her thoughts flew out of her head at the moment she saw his cock.

She might have been normally uninterested in male anatomy, but she wasn't nearly sheltered enough to avoid knowing that Nick's was by far on the very high end of length and girth. Her mouth popped open in surprise, and a few errant thoughts whisked through her head - namely, the faint awareness that she was a small woman with a small, rosebud mouth - how, in god's name, was she going to ever give him a blowjob?

Funnily enough, though, it simply never occurred to her to be nervous about it, or afraid of it. So far as she was concerned, she was tough, and flexible, and pussies were relatively elastic. Neither God nor evolution wouldn't have produced a cock too big to fit inside a woman - that rather defeated the purpose. So what was there to be worried about? Besides, her straight friends seemed to enjoy bigger penises. She had no idea, of course, that Nick's was bigger by a large margin than any they'd ever had. And thus, it simply never occurred to her that there might be such thing as "too big." So she grinned, her gaze drinking in the sight of him.

There was a very slight, momentary pause when Naomi realized rather suddenly that she really had no idea what to do next. Here was something else to which she was unaccustomed - Naomi was, unsurprisingly, also the sort of woman who took the lead in the bedroom. It was her instinct to do so again here, not so much because she specifically wanted to, but because it was her habit. Only, she was struck by that faintly disorienting feeling of knowing that you were supposed to do something, but lacking any idea as to what that something might be. Nick was going to have to take the lead, it seemed.

Her smile turned slightly demure - an extremely unusual expression - and she wiggled her hips again, biting her lip and waiting for Nick to show her what to do next.

 

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A pleased smile crossed Naomi's cupid's bow lips at the admiration her ass was receiving, and she lifted it into the air and wriggled as though to call further attention to her taut, smoothly rounded buttocks. Her blue eyes were shining with playful excitement, an eager filly panting to be ridden properly.

Naomi opened her mouth, but just then Nick's cock sprang free. Naomi's jaw dropped and her eyes widened to the size of saucers, while two spots of colour bloomed in her cheeks. Despite his concern, Nick couldn't help but feel a thrill of primal, masculine satisfaction at the overwhelmed expression on Naomi's delicate face, and the thought of how she might look with the giant actually inside her. Then a sly grin, full of naughty appetite slowly crept over her face. It was the sexiest thing Nick had ever seen.

Naomi's eyes now dropped again and her smile turned a little more coy, almost innocent. She bit her lip hesitantly, a move that drove Nick crazy with desire.

There was nothing innocent about the way she lifted her ass up off the bed once again, however, and a single flash of blue eyes, lifted up from contemplation of the bedspread, transmitted an unmistakable signal: Take me. I'm all yours.

Nick once again grasped Naomi, noticing how each time her bare, firm flesh seemed to feel even better under his big hands, and how each time they both seemed to relish the intimacy of the contact even more and perched her on his lap, her smooth straight back against the wall of his chest, the massive pole of his cock sticking up between her legs, pressing against her stomach and nestling between her breasts. He could feel the slick wet heat of her pussy, pressed against the base of his shaft.

He whispered in her ear, now and again breaking off to kiss and nibble it playfully:

"Nai, the way you're wiggling that ass at me, it's almost like you want me to do something about it."

One hand crept around and found the cleft of her pussy. He glided a hard, thick finger up and down it with expert, loving care, pressing down just so but not yet pushing inwards, flicking the clitoris with deft movements every so often, feeling for the shudders and gasps that he knew would accompany his explorations.

 

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"Nai, the way you're wiggling that ass at me, it's almost like you want me to do something about it."

She bit her lip again, tilting her head back slightly to give him as much access to the smooth length of her neck as she could. "That's 'cause..." she began, but she choked and bit back a curse before she could finish, because one minute, Nick was simply holding her in his lap, letting her get used to the feeling of a hot, hard length of flesh between her legs, and the next, his finger was pressed down into the cleft of her pussy, toying with her clit.

Her back went even straighter and her toes began to curl. "Oh fuck, oh my god, Nick...!" Her hips rolled forward almost instantly, as if her body was trying to push his fingers into her pussy properly. He, it seemed, wasn't having any of it, and his finger stayed just outside that little ring of muscle that marked her opening, content for now to simply draw up and down, from that opening to her clit and back again, making her squirm. She tried a few more times to roll her hips against his touch, trying to drive his finger inside her, but he stayed dutifully away and she groaned, letting her head loll back against his shoulder. "Nick, you fucking tease," she hissed, one of her hands closing uselessly around his wrist in a doomed attempt to simply push his hand into the position she wanted. Which, given how much stronger he was, was never going to work. Her back arched and she moaned, a desolate sound that said she had accepted her fate and she simply collapsed back against his chest, her arms and legs splayed, ready to let him toy with her as he saw fit.

 

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Naomi struggled and squirmed in a futile effort to force Nick's fingers where she wanted. The wriggling pressed her tight little ass delightfully close against Nick's body, while her jiggling, soft breasts rubbed against Nick's massive cock with her exertions. Nick laughed as the petite blonde cried out in anguish and frustration, her deep need evident in her husky, pleading tones.

A drop of pre-cum materialized at the tip of his cock and was smeared into the shallow, creamy valley between Naomi's breasts. Nick now shifted his position. One hand continued to rub in a sensual, irresistible rhythm against Naomi's sensitive clitoris, the tempo quickly mounting to a breathless speed, while his other hand squeezed her firm, flawless breasts, first one then the other, massaging and caressing them, toying with the pert, achingly stiff nipples. At the same time, he bent down and began kissing the exposed side of her neck with wanton passion.

Naomi's moans, exclamations, pants and huffs of breath were like music to his ears. Indeed, he was playing her petite, nubile and ivory-skinned body like an exquisite musical instrument, completely in control and extraordinarily sensitive to the slightest change in the pitch of her voice, the rhythm of her breathing, the shuddering movements that ran through her body. He'd dreamed of this for so long. In fact, even though he'd denied it to himself, he'd listened avidly whenever Naomi had disclosed anything about her tastes in bed, adding it to a personal mental storehouse: the impossible just-in-case-some-day file.

Of course, Naomi had always suggested that she always liked being in control in bed, but their present position belied that. Nick had seized the reigns, placed Naomi in a position completely in his power, and set about teasing her mercilessly -and Naomi's breasts were heaving frantically, her large blue eyes were shining with lust, and her pussy was slicking his balls and the thick base of his cock with moisture.

Abruptly, without warning, Nick transferred his thumb to her clitoris, rubbing against it at the same tempo, while suddenly thrusting into her tight, slick velvety pussy with his thick, calloused pointing finger. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight she was, her sex seeming to mold itself to his finger and suck greedily at it even as he flexed it deep inside, curling it in and pushing it out, getting a feel for her body's reactions.

 

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Fingers dug into the comforter beneath them as Naomi tried to force herself to calm down. She wasn't used to this - she wasn't used to giving over control. There was something to it, something that drew up an almost heart-wrenching pleasure at the thought of being able to trust so much that she could simply rag-doll like this and know that Nick would give her everything she needed. But, at the same time, it went against her habits, against those almost-instincts that came of growing up feeling faintly isolated, that notion that she had to look out for herself. It was a strange combination, the overwhelming desire to submit clashing with her need for independence. But that need for independence grew out of fear, she knew that, and she pushed it aside. All that was left was the occasional twitch whenever Nick moved in small, unexpected way. And then, her hooded, lust-filled eyes would flutter open and she'd catch a glimpse of the adoring pleasure on his face, and she'd relax all over again because this was Nick, and she would submit to no one else.

Her hips continued moving, but they were less restless, now simply responding to the way his fingers moved, reveling in rather than resisting the way he teased her. Which was why it came as such a surprise when, abruptly, his thumb slid into place over her clit and his finger plunged into her. Her back arched, her eyes snapping open in surprised bliss, and she barely strangled a cry. "Fuck!" she hissed, turning her head to bury her face against his neck. "Are you trying to make sure my family will hear me scream?" she demanded, her voice thick with amusement even as her breathing caught with every motion of his finger inside her.

It took a moment for her to relax again, this time because her body had gone tense a the unexpected assault of pleasure. But once she did, her gaze fell on the pole of flesh that kept brushing against her abdomen and chest, twitching every time she cooed or jerked her hips, and she smiled. Turnabout was, after all, fair play.

Cool fingers wrapped around the base, unable to quite reach all the way around the thick breadth of it. She'd never touched a cock before. It was harder than she had expected, and much hotter. A moan came unbidden to her lips at the thought of that heat piercing deep inside her. It was soft, too - the skin was smooth and almost velvety under her fingers. For a moment, she forgot what she was doing and simply allowed her fingers to glide up over the length, barely touching him, just simply enjoying the feeling of his skin under her fingers. It must have been a terribly teasing touch - feather-light and barely there - and the noise he made when she reached the head of his cock reminded her that, oh yes, he could feel what she was doing, and the thought made her grin. She drew her thumb experimentally over the slit at the tip, smearing his precum over the head. Then, she let her fingers glide back down his length, that light, teasing touch once again, but this time, when she reached the base, her grip strengthened and she began to pump her hand slowly up and down the full length of him in a rhythm that matched the finger he had buried inside her.

 

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Muffled whimpers and gasps were pouring forth between Naomi's cherry lips. Aware of her family's presence in the house, she was obviously trying to hold back the screams of ecstasy that were building up inside her -and Nick was taking far too much pleasure in pushing her limits further and further. He had heard Naomi in bed with a girlfriend once, a vividly erotic memory, and been entranced by the full-throated screams, husky moans and exhortations to God. It was almost hard to believe that all that joyful sound could come from that slender, petite frame. Naomi was definitely a screamer -the only thing Nick could imagine muffling the noises of her pleasure was if she stuffed his giant cockhead between her rosebud lips. His cock twitched in excitement at the thought.

Naomi's body had relaxed, gone deliciously supple and pliant under his expert hands. She was now purring and cooing with satisfaction at every caress and thrust of his fingers, her slick sex growing steadily wetter and wetter, readying it for a kind of penetration like nothing she had never experienced before.

Then Nick felt the brush of cool fingers against his cock, accompanied with a moan of lust from Naomi. Her fingers ran, with infuriatingly deft, teasing lightness of touch, up the shaft between her breasts. Nick let out a groan of his own, as a curious, exploratory Naomi slicked the precum across the head and began pumping her hand up and down the shaft, perfectly matching the rhythm of Nick's hand on her clit and in her pussy. Nick increased the tempo and so did she, both of them gasping now

Nick was pushing deep now, mapping Naomi's rising pleasure from his own, flooding her body with pleasure. When he judged her at the peak, he withdrew his fingers and slammed his palm against her clitoris. The rush of orgasmic pleasure would leave her as prepared as she'd ever be for the titan awaiting her.

As Naomi's writhing slowed, Nick rolled her over on to the bed, her hand still gripping his cock, fingers not quite closed around the massive girth, and leaned over her. He kissed her, his eyes assessing whether she was ready to get even more intimately acquainted with the monster she had been stroking so lovingly.

 

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It was a painful struggle not to scream as she came. She couldn't imagine how it was that he knew her body so intimately - it was like feeling the touch of a lover she had been with hundreds of times, rather than it being the first. His palm against her clit held the perfect, explosive pressure all through her orgasm that kept her at the very height of her climax for as long as possible without flowing over into over-sensitivity. She could barely do that to herself.

Naomi was still panting for breath when Nick rolled them both over and climbed between her legs. Her hand was still around the base of his shaft when her eyes slid back open and she looked up at him, smiling. She knew the look in his eyes, and it made her smile widen. His concern for her - for her comfort, for her pleasure, even for ensuring that he didn't play into the fears that even she herself knew to be irrational - was a kind of love she wasn't sure she'd ever experienced before.

She squirmed for a moment underneath him, shifting until she was positioned to take him inside her for the first time. There was a pause as she considered what to say. There were things that normally would have been said in this sort of situation - be gentle with me, or I'm ready - which felt amusingly unnecessary, given how they seemed to be able to communicate so readily with nothing more than shared looks and smiles. So instead, one hand came up to caress his cheek and she guided him down to her for a soft, quick kiss. Her hand around his cock pulled carefully and he moved, allowing her to guide him up to her entrance. His head pressed into her and she bit her lip against another powerful moan. This was the first time her pussy had ever taken anything larger than a few fingers. It was harder, hotter, and she could feel it throbbing as the blood pulsed through it, and twitching every time either of them so much as moved.

"Nick," she whispered, her voice choked as she lifted her hand away from the base of his cock so she could wrap both of her arms about his shoulders, clinging to him. "Oh my god, this is..." She trailed off. There were no words. Nothing could quite described the feeling of having the one she loved inside her like this.

 

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"Oh my god, this is... "

Naomi didn't complete the sentence, a moan of passion finishing the thought, but she didn't need to. Her waifish, slender body spoke for her, as did her large blue eyes, starry with a kind of awed lust, and the way they somehow widened with every inch he pushed into the impossibly tight, luciously wet, warm passage of her pussy. Her orgasm had rendered it slick and fresh, in a perfect state for the massive cock she'd been craving.

Nick was gentle, seductive, letting Naomi become comfortable with each new deeper penetration before thrusting forward again. They were somehow in perfect sync already, with Naomi's tight, perfect little body seeming to respond to him on an almost telepathic level, grinding and flexing at exactly the right times, arching to offer him her small perky breasts, allowing him to take a candy-pink nipple between thick fingers and tweak and toy with it.

At last, he bottomed out, his entire, massively thick length all the way up inside Naomi, every movement from either of them now bringing painfully sweet bliss. He looked down at Naomi, longing to see the expression on her beautiful, delicate elfin face.

 

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She was filled, utterly. Sex had always been fun, always been pleasurable, but she was realizing that she'd missed a lot because it had never been intimate before. Oh, sure, she'd believed that it had been. She believed she'd been in love before, too. Which really just went to show how ignorant she'd been.

That tiny part of her mind that wasn't completely overwhelmed by the sensation was trying to decide whether the intimacy came of the fact that she loved Nick with the whole of her heart, or whether it was the more physical awareness that every inch of her body was filled with him. More likely, it was both.

It was a struggle to open her eyes once he bottomed out inside her, but once she did, she found him gazing lovingly and longingly at her, searching her face for signs of what she enjoyed and what she didn't so that he could make this, her first time (in a manner of speaking), absolutely perfect. A broad, genuine, sunshine smile spread over her lips, white teeth biting down on her bottom lip. She moved her hips in an experimental motion and mouth popped open, her eyes going wide as if with surprise at how the sensations sparked and burned against her nerves. And suddenly, there was fire in her eyes. She wanted that feeling. She wanted it more and bigger and faster. Her hips started moving more urgently, and she growled faintly in frustration at the way her hips were pinned to the bed by Nick's weight.

"Nick," she panted, looking up at him with pleading, needy eyes, "please!"

 

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Nick had never seen anything as beautiful as the rapturous smile spreading across Naomi's lovely face, her sparkling blue eyes suffused with joy and excitement. Nick had never felt this close to any lover before, had never felt this incredible blend of pure love and pure lust for anyone. For a moment, he just drank the beautiful sight below him in.

And so he was able to watch the expression on Naomi's face turn into a wickedly sexy grin and the lust blazing up in her eyes as the overwhelming sensations took hold. She wriggled against him, a soft growl of lusty frustration sounding from her parted cupid's bow lips.

"Nick," she whispered huskily, "Please!"

Nick had been being careful and gentle up to this point, treating Naomi's perfect little body like the delicate, infinitely precious work of art that it was. But it hadn't escaped him that it was also toned, athletic, and lithe. Naomi's body, for all its small size, slenderness and delicacy, could have been engineered for fucking. The petite, pixie-like blonde could seem like a playful, innocent kitten but Nick knew that kitten became a wild tigress in bed. Calling on Naomi one morning, he'd seen her girlfriend of the time sipping coffee in the kitchen, looking drowsy and heavy-eyed with dreamy satiation, the unmistakable look of a girl who'd been pleasured to within an inch of her life the night before. Naomi had worn a smirking, cat-got-the-cream expression, but somehow she didn't seem shellshocked by pleasure in the same way -as though the whole time, she'd kept an edge of control, held herself back from completely surrendering to passion even while she brought her partner to orgasm after orgasm.

But Nick knew he was going to see that surrender happen today.

Putting his big, hard hands around Naomi's slim waist, he slowly lifted himself upwards. His magnificent cock, glistening with Naomi's sweet juices, emerged inch by inch until only the swollen head remained in the opening of her pussy. He held her gaze, his grip tightening on her waist. Then he slammed down with the force of a piledriver, thrusting hard and fast into the very depths of Naomi's sex, transfixing her against the bed only to pull out again and thrust in again, again and again, each stroke increasing the speed and power of the onslaught.

 

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Naomi was torn. On the one hand, she felt unquestionably empty when Nick's length was pulled out of her. It was strange, given that the feeling of being filled was so new, and yet, despite that fact, already she felt as though being filled like this was right - which made the emptiness feel wrong. But on the other hand, she couldn't imagine anything quite so pleasurable as the feeling of him slamming back into her with power and lust. Her back arched each time and she pushed her hips eagerly up to meet him, whimpering with barely contained pleasure.

It was only the fact that she couldn't escape where she was that kept her quiet. She would have given herself over to powerful moans and cries of ecstasy immediately, except for the fact that, no matter where she looked, she was reminded powerfully of the fact that she was in her parents' house. And so, Nick's ecstatic fucking became an exercise in straining her self-control well beyond anything she had ever previously experienced. Her hands were grasping at his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin. She offered every physical means of expressing her pleasure that she could, and it still wasn't enough to contain her desire to vocalize what she felt. In the end, she had to lift her hand to the back of Nick's head and pulled him down for a kiss - messy, tongue-filled and just barely capable of muffling the sudden torrent of moans and cries that issued forth from her throat.

 

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Eager, anxious whimpers were spilling from Naomi's rosebud lips as Nick raised himself up above her small form, withdrawing the massive shaft she was quickly coming to crave. Her hands scrabbled frantically at his back, fingernails running down the length.

Then, as Nick came down with all of his force, Naomi grabbed his head and brought it down to her lips for a passionate, forceful kiss, unable to contain in any other way the cascade of mewls and moans that his movements were forcing from her.

Nick was in bliss. He'd realised that he didn't have to hold anything back, even to the degree he had with other lovers in the past. Even though this was such a new experience for her, Naomi was able to demonstrate with her moans and sighs, with the arching of her back and the flexing of her hips, with her lustfully wide eyes and the slick, exquisitely tight grip of her pussy, squeezing as though to suck the cum from his cock, that she was well able and wantonly eager for everything he could do to her tight young body. It was little wonder that Naomi had been able to so thoroughly satisfy her past girlfriends -she had the flexibility, passion, and appetite of a supple young wild cat.

Nick shifted his grip, iron fingers now gripping the soft, tender curves of Naomi's cute little ass, pressed against the bed. Holding her relentlessly in place, he began a mind-bogglingly hard onslaught of shorter, more intense strokes, making sure that each time the ridges of his cock rasped and rubbed against each sensitive spot in the passage of her sex on its way inwards. He was tireless and strong, thrusting the massive and unyielding rod of iron into her again and again, sheathing himself in her, letting frenzied passion drive them both towards the most intense orgasm of Naomi's young life.

 

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Her body was trembling and shaking, and she was still struggling to contain the noises of abject pleasure that she wanted so badly to make. "Yes, yes, Nick!" she panted. She was practically clawing at his back, nipping eagerly at his lips.

A moment later, her eyes went wide and her whole body went rigid. Her eyes went wide and starry, and her pussy began to convulse and squeeze around his cock as he continued to pound into her. "Nick!" she whimpered, gasping and trying desperately to contain the moans and screams of pleasure. Her nerves were burning and snapping everywhere their skin touched, drawing choked moans with every thrust.

Her pleasure had just reached its perfect peak when she felt Nick's iron-hard cock begin to swell and twitch inside her. The feeling of his climax shocked her - he seemed to get even hotter and harder and then, suddenly, she felt his cum splatter inside her. She drew a ragged gasp, the feeling of the hot liquid coating her insides pushing the height of her climax even higher. She clung to him, burying her face against his neck, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations.

As she came down from her bliss, she simply held onto him, panting and gasping. Her chest heaved against his, her whole body shuddering slightly with pleasure. When she finally dropped her head from where it was nuzzled against his shoulder, her eyes were hooded and unfocused. Her lips were parted and she was still trying to catch her breath while she felt like she was melting into a puddle of warmth and pleasure.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her mind was so fuzzy that she couldn't quite form a sentence. So, instead, she pulled him down for another kiss, this one sweet and languid. "God," she breathed once they parted, grinning, "what did you do to me?" She'd never felt like this before, never felt this kind of tremble-y, melting pleasure. She was quite certain that she'd collapse if she tried to stand.

 

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Naomi, heavy-eyed, drowsy with satiation and pleasured to within an inch of her life, was nestled within his arms, purring with satisfaction.

"What did you do to me?" she whispered, her blue eyes large and misty with blissful love.

Nick grinned back at her, lazily brushing a strand of fine golden hair away from the delicate purity of her face, letting his fingertips linger against the soft, silky skin.

"Whatever it is, I'm going to be doing it to you a lot from now on," Nick responded, "And I'm not sure you're always going to be able to stay mousy-quiet... "

 

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Affection was difficult for Naomi over the next few days. Of course, it had been difficult for her before, too, but in a very different way. Before, when she would stand near Nick or sit next to him, there was always an unnatural pause before she remembered that she was supposed to be with him as more than a friend. Now, she'd immediately reach for him, no matter what their position. There was hardly a moment where she didn't have her hands on him. The difficulty now was that it was always dangerously tempting to do more.

Sitting on the couch, Nick's arm would slid around her shoulders and she'd curl into his side like a cat, only to find it dangerously tempting to simply slide the rest of the way into his lap. At the dinner table, their thighs and hands would brush, and she'd find herself tempted beyond reason to reach down and squeeze his thigh with her hand, or trail her fingers over the lump of his shaft tucked into his jeans.

The nights were somehow both better and worse. Once their bedroom door was closed at night, she was free to have him however she wanted, and oh, they took each other over and over, insatiably. But it was worse in that, as promised, Nick made it progressively more and more difficult for her to stay quiet. She didn't think it was possible for someone to learn her body better than he already knew it, and yet, each time they made love, her orgasms were more numerous and more powerful than the last. And Nick seemed to take great pleasure in making it more and more difficult for her to stay quiet.

Christmas Eve saw their most intense night yet, and Naomi woke with a pleasant but powerful ache between her legs. Nick was still asleep - or at least dozing - behind her and she squirmed a little against him then rolled over in his arms to face him. "Nick," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You broke me," she informed him, grinning wickedly. "I don't know if I can walk."

 

[Maka]

For Nick, gold and white were the colours of the next few days -the old gold of the perfect winter sun shining on the white of the falling snowflakes, and the soft gold of Naomi's short hair contrasting with the flawless pale purity of her body, often daubed with the white lines of his cum, sprayed on her tight ass or across her breasts or trickling down her legs. And pleasure was the all-dominating emotion, whether it was the wild and lust-filled pleasures of their nights together, the domestic contentment of spending time with the Highfords, or just the shot of pure, blissful love that he received every time Naomi looked up at him and smiled shyly, or touched his shoulder in passing.

It hadn't escaped Naomi's family just how in love they were, and if it was the subject of some good-natured teasing (particularly when Naomi seemed clearly on the verge of leaping on to Nick's lap), it was also obviously a source of general pleasure. Even Beth had more or less given up on the self-evidently futile task of trying to steal Nick away from Naomi, instead asking hopefully if he perhaps had a brother. And Susannah, still very entranced by the Nick-Naomi romance, had not emerged from Cloud 9 throughout the entire week.

The family's reactions weren't what prompted Nick's Christmas Eve decision. But it made him even more certain in it. Even as he pleasured Naomi ever more thoroughly that night -plunging his head between her legs to lick and lap that sweetly sensitive pink pussy with all-devouring strokes of his tongue, making sure that it was slick, soft and supple from repeated orgasms before replacing his tongue with his cock and once again listening to the blissfullly sweet sound of Naomi's stifled cries and moans. He had fallen asleep with his plan in his mind.

Now she woke him with a soft kiss and a wicked grin. Nick smiled back.

"If you can't walk, I'll carry you," he whispered, "But I was hoping you and I could drive somewhere, then take a walk in the woods this morning. Just the two of us, before everyone else wakes up."

 

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Curiosity immediately sparked inside Naomi at his request. What was he thinking? There was clearly more to the request than just wanting to go for a walk... right?

She tilted her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and held his gaze, as if looking into him like that could allow her to puzzle out the secret. He was being more enigmatic than usual, it seemed. Sighing heavily, she tossed the blanket aside and squirmed out of his arms to get to her feet - and, as promised, her legs immediately gave out and she collapsed back onto the bed with a giggle.

"You see what you've done to me?!" she prodded, twisting her body about until she could look back at him, playful accusation on her face. "Gimme a moment. I'll be alright." Sitting up again, she tried a second time to stand, and while she managed it this time, her knees were still shaking weakly enough that, once they were both dressed, she caught Nick's arm and leaned gratefully against him as he helped her down the stairs.

It was dawn, the early morning light turning the snow beautiful shades of purple and orange. Naomi was standing by the window, pulling on her boots, her eyes wide at the beauty of the scenery outside. Regardless of how much she loved the city, there were never views quite like this back home.

"There's a trail maybe 5 minutes away. It's not long, but it takes you up to an east-facing waterfall. It'll be beautiful, all frozen while the sun rises on it..." She paused, turning to look at Nick with a shy smile. "What do you think?"

 

[Maka]

The view from the farmhouse window was breathtaking, with the rising sun above the woods tinting the snow an extraordinary range of colours. But it was the expression of wonder on Naomi's face as she turned back to him that truly melted Nick's heart. With her straight-backed, slender and petite form, her golden hair, pale skin and wide blue eyes, she could have been some elemental spirit of the snow, a gorgeous, ethereal nymph or sprite whom he had somehow managed to capture in his arms.

When she turned to him and suggested, with a soft shy smile, the short hike up through the woods to the waterfall, Nick smiled back.

"That sounds perfect."


Fortunately for Naomi, still as conspicuously wobbly on her feet as a newborn kitten after the epic fucking she'd received the night before, the walk was neither steep nor extensive, although Nick was all too happy to help her up the occasional stretches of scree, shamelessly using the opportunity to caress a firm buttock or slip his hand inside her jacket to feel the warm, soft breasts underneath and tweak the nipples. He went on ahead at the last stretch, a rock overlooking the waterfall itself, and reached down a hand to help Naomi up -virtually lifting the petite girl bodily up.

The frozen waterfall was everything Naomi had said it would be. The shafts of the morning sun fractured and split as they hit its crystalline, hanging icicles, creating a glittering, prismatic range of colours. It was an awe-inspiring sight.

While Naomi admired it, Nick knelt down on the rock behind her. He had stealthily slipped the ring from her finger as he lifted her up on to the rock, now he held it up to her as she turned around.

"Naomi Highford," he said, "Will you marry me?"

 

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Naomi stood still, her gaze sweeping over the beauty of the scene before her. Some small part of her mind appreciated that she was here with Nick. It was a lovely, romantic scene and yet, even if she'd only been here with him as a friend, she would have been happier with Nick than whatever flavour-of-the-week girlfriend she might have had. But that just went to show that she'd been in love with him a lot longer than she'd imagined.

She turned to smile at him, debating whether or not she wanted to tell him her thoughts, but when she turned, he wasn't where she expected him to be. Her brow furrowed for a moment before her peripheral vision informed him that he was kneeling - only slightly shorter than she, amusingly - and holding out his hand. Her gaze zeroed in on the ring in his hand and she didn't need to hear what he was asking, which was good, because her ears were beginning to ring and his voice sounded oddly muffled to her because of it. Adrenaline bolted through her - joy, and a shadow of that old fear and confusion borne of the fact that this was something she'd never thought she'd have. Even with recent rulings on the legalization of same-sex marriage, Naomi had honestly never really thought herself the marrying type. She'd always thought she was too much of a free spirit to be willing to be tied down to someone else. It had simply never occurred to her that, one day, she might meet someone that she wouldn't feel tied to in that way.

She gazed into his face, a small laugh escaping her at the absurdity of him proposing to her after she'd already spent a week wearing his mothers' ring. And yet, she would never have had it any other way. "Yes," came the first, hoarse and wobbly reply. She reached out and his slipped the ring back onto her finger. Once it was on, she practically collided with him, throwing herself at him and her arms around his neck, holding close and laughing with a mirth of sheer joy. "Yes! Nick, yes! I can't believe it! Yes!"

 

[Maka]

All the air seemed to leave Nick's body as he waited for Naomi's response. It couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, but that time seemed like an eternity while he knelt on the rocky surface, thoughts blasting through his mind at hyperspeeds.

Idiot. Idiot! Why would he think that Naomi would want this? He'd misread the signs, he'd clearly misread the signs. It was too soon, it was presuming too much, it was confusing their lie to her parents, his fantasy, with reality. Maybe this had all been just a fun, weird fling for Naomi -a week's experimental dabbling with life on the heterosexual side of things before returning to reality. She didn't expect some idiot to propose.

Panic was a novel emotion to the stoic, imperturbable Nick and later on, he'd be amused by his own frantic mental wheel-spinning. Because when that delighted grin first crossed Naomi's delicately beautiful face, when he first heard that laugh, he knew there was nothing to worry about. Moments later, she literally threw herself at him and Nick, rising, effortlessly caught her in his arms and swung her around laughing in a circle. For once, his expressionless face simply couldn't stop smiling.

At last, he set Naomi back down on her feet but still hugged her slender body close, breathing in her fresh clean scent as he pressed her cropped blonde head against his chest. He'd at last placed that elusive, beautiful fragrance. It was the smell of this place, of these pine woods, of this clean and open air. It was home.

He looked down at the ring gleaming on her finger, feeling like he never wanted to look away. Of course she'd worn it all week, but now it meant more than he could ever possibly have imagined.

"Do you remember?" he whispered, still squeezing her tight. "The first night, when you came to bed wearing my T-shirt... "

 

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Another laugh came bubbling out of Naomi as Nick scooped her up and spun her around with him. She didn't think she'd ever seen him smiling so widely; it wasn't that he was emotionless, he just didn't tend to express himself particularly openly, so this smile on him was the equivalent of joyous laughter and dancing for anyone else. And she loved that she could make him that happy.

They both ended up staring at the ring - simple and beautiful against her skin - until Nick suddenly broke the silence with his question about the first night. She smiled. Of course she remembered. How could she forget, crawling into bed next to him, feeling that warmth and comfort? Of course, she remembered the next morning even better, waking up feeling more comfortable than she should have, with that lazy, snaking arousal rolling through her body. And then the moment of panic, when she fled the room because she was so confused by what she was feeling. It seemed amusing now, in hindsight.

Looking up into his eyes, a smirk played across her lips and curiosity lit her eyes. She wondered where he was going with this. "Of course I do. Why?"

 

[Maka]

Nick had to laugh at the knowing smirk on Naomi's face. He shook his head wryly.

"It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Not just the view you provided... not just. But having you wear something of mine, thinking of it touching your body... it felt incredible. You know?"

Nick looked down again at the ring again, unable to keep the smile from his face.

"This means everything to me," he said simply, gathering her up to kiss her again.


As they made their way back down the trail, it occured to Nick that he and Naomi could finally stop being cagey when pressed by the Highfords on details of their wedding plans. And that Naomi's promise to Susannah would be coming true after all.