Gwen had slept peacefully, wrapped in Nik as if he were the warmest blanket in the world. She breathed in his scent slowly, deeply - a perfect musk hinted with his favorite cologne. God she could stay there with him forever. She hated sleeping any other way.
She awoke slowly, shifting her hips and shoulders as a poor attempt to relieve them of the pain they were in. Her legs hadn't been dangling off the bed anymore. She willed herself to open her eyes, despite knowing it was bright in her room. Bleary at first, they adjusted, focusing first on Nikolaj's shirt. Her head was laid across his chest, one arm draped across his torso, the other cramped and numb under the weight of her own body. One of her knees tucked comfortably between his legs.
He was wearing his shoes in my bed. Heathen.
Gwen watched Nik move, his hand moving from her lower back to her ass, then further still to her thigh. His touch was gentle, tired. But soon his fingers dug into the soft flesh there and pulled it higher against him.
Oh... He was most definitely hard.
She felt his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. "Good morning." She whispered.
"Mm, morning." He rasped, his voice low and husky.
She shifted onto her stomach, lifting her chin and resting it high on his chest. "You're rather... alert."
"I've been waiting weeks to touch you." He grabbed her hips and rolled them over so he was cradled between her thighs, his knees planted on the bed.
She plucked his hands off her hips. "Maybe if you took your shoes off, I'd consider." She raised a brow and smiled.
She'd never seen a man lose his shoes faster, both of them hitting the floor less than a second after she finished her sentence. Cackling in amusement, she laid her head back. Nikolaj took this opportunity to crawl back up to her, attacking her long, pale throat with ravenous kisses. His mouth was hot, wet, and felt so incredible against her skin.
Gwen breathed out a quiet moan, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer, only to be disappointed that he was pulling away. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, but he was grinning back at her. Nik stood and pulled Gwen up off the bed, his eyes scanned up and down her body briefly.
"What are you doing?" She questioned, her brows knitted together.
"Taking your clothes off." He rasped, still looking her up and down. In but a few quick motions, he squatted and grabbed the ends of her sleeves, pulling off her jacket. Then stood and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and hauled it over her head.
Gwen moved her body how he needed her to, a wave of confusion and a bit of shock at his effective methods. But before she could even begin to laugh, he shoved down her jeans - not even bothering with the button or zipper - and cupped his hand over her mound. A sharp gasp drug down her throat.
"Well calculated, love." She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him roughly. She slid her tongue into his mouth and only drew him into a more passionate moment.
"Thank you. Thank god that went as well as I wanted it to." He laughed and kissed her again, an unsatisfying peck this time, moving his hands to her perfectly round ass.
Gwen started pulling his sweater off his shoulders, peeling it down his arms before dropping it on the floor. "You're still dressed. It's a bit unfair." She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and whipped it off him with some gusto.
He simply smiled at her in admiration. "So bossy."
"Nothing would get done if I wasn't."
"It would, just at my pace." He grinned and stilled her hands before they reached his pants. "Perhaps if you were a little patient." He lifted her and tossed her on the bed with a grunt. "You could enjoy these things a little more." And before Gwen could object, Nik was on his knees, her panties were flung across the room, and his face was buried between her thighs.
