His warm and calloused hands ran over the expanse of her back and shoulders, cresting over her sides and caressing her stomach. His breath was hot at the back of her neck, deep and steady breaths that made hers waver. He trailed his fingers up to ghost the underside of her breast, his hips firmly pressing against her from behind. He was already half-hard, at least she thought he was considering he was still wearing his jeans.
His lips enclosed around the soft, tender skin just below her ear, letting a soft noise escape the back of his throat. She sighed in response, her body melting against his, refusing to open her eyes. Her hand found purchase through the darkness, gripping his thigh firmly. A familiar warmth spread across her chest in a blush, slowly creeping up her neck and to her cheeks, her body slowly being set ablaze.
His hips ground deliberately against her ass, his free hand splayed across her stomach pulling her body even closer. A low groan rumbled from his chest. "God, Gwendoline." That's when he shoved an impatient hand down the front of her pants and panties together, fingers immediately drawn to her needy clit.
She keened and tucked her head into the crook of his neck, his rough beard scraping against her cheek. His fingertips rubbed gentle circles around her clit, moving just how she liked it. She released his thigh, her hand seeking a fistful of his hair. Triumphantly she grasped it tightly.
"Ow!"
Gwen quickly released her hold on Nik's hair and shot up. Her eyes were bleary and tired, straining against the first glimpses of morning light shining through the thin curtains. She looked down at Nikolaj below her, his eyes half shut and his lips curled into a frown.
"What the hell was that for?" He rubbed at the spot at the back of his head.
"I'm sorry." She turned and snuggled into him, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "I must have been dreaming."
He huffed out a gruff laugh. "Felt real to me. A bad dream?"
She shook her head, planting faint kisses against his skin. "No."
"A good one? With hair pulling?" He pulled back to look at her. A tired grin breaking across his face, a brow raised. "I think that sounds like a good dream to me." He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on top of her head.
"It was." She smiled softly. "You were very sexy in it."
"Sleep." He closed his eyes. "You need it."
"Stubborn man."
"Always."
She couldn't help but smile as she molded into Nik and found sleep once again.
The next time she roused from her sleep it was far more gentle, the morning glow filling every corner of the room. She shut her eyes once more and blindly felt the other side of the bed for Nik. She flinched upon feeling a hand on her knee, but quickly relaxed as he rubbed in small circles.
Not bothering to open her eyes. "Morning."
Nik inched down the covers and planted a kiss on her exposed stomach, just below her belly button. "Morning."
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and covered her skin from his view. "What are you doing down there?"
"What I always do down here." He kissed the back of her hand, then lifted her shirt and kissed her stomach once more. "I plan to stay here for quite some time... If that's alright."
She lifted her head and peered down at him, his pupils were already blown, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Slowly, Gwen nodded. "Please."
Like he'd been waiting to do, he grabbed either side of her pants and drug them down the miles and miles of legs. Wrestling them from her ankles, he tossed them aside, not worried about where they'd land. He grasped her ankle, pressing his lips just above the bone. He locked eyes with her and proceeded down her leg, moving slowly towards her knee.
