Her cheek was pressed into the cold shower tiles, her hands struggling to find any purchase. He was grunting into her neck, but she could hardly hear over the blood rushing in her ears and her heart thudding against her ribcage. He had had a bruising grasp on her waist, his hips snapping against hers wildly.
"God - Fuck, Nik, harder." She whined.
He groaned and placed a sloppy, wet kiss on her shoulder. "So bossy, Christie." She could tell he had a stupid grin on his face. She'd been bossing him around all morning, which led them to this.
Gwen was close, as she'd been several times now - brought to the brink before being abandoned. Nik and his stupid new obsession with edging. She hoped every time that he'd pull back, to keep building her up more and more. But in the moment, she was always disappointed and flustered, having the deep primal need to feel that unbridled ecstasy.
She rutted against him, grabbing one of his hands - she couldn't be bothered which was doing the job, as long as it got it done - and drug it between her thighs. "I swear to g- fuck! Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, if you don't finish me off, I'll strangle you."
Nik halted his movements, a wicked smile on his face. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
She let out a pathetic whimper. "P-Please," she thrust back against him. "Please."
He pinned her against the wall with his body. "Please what?"
"Please, fuck me. Make me cum."
He swiped his fingers across her sensitive clit. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
She gasped at the contact. "Yes, god yes. Please."
He nipped at her earlobe. "One more 'please''."
Gwen chuckled. She dipped her voice to a deep, gravelly octave. "Please, sir."
Nik suppressed the groan that rose from his chest, instead attacking her neck in ardent kisses as he slowly slid his cock almost all the way out. He teased her with small strokes while he drew circles around her clit.
She pushed her fingers through his hair, gripping a handful and yanking. "If you're going to do it, do it right."
His eyes widened. How could he deny her this?
Nik quit his teasing and got working on the task at hand. He gave Gwendoline space to breathe again before driving his cock in and out of her at a steady rhythm. He assaulted her neck, her shoulders, her back - anything he could reach - with open mouthed kisses, running his tongue over every surface he could. He marked her marble flesh with shades of crimson and a deep purple, rosy splotches blooming from the scratches of his beard. He used a skillful hand between her thighs, the other gently rolling her pert, pink nipple between his fingers. He learned quite early in the day that they were very sensitive now, considering he got a firm hand to the shoulder and was nearly shoved off the foot of the bed.
But now, oh now was different. She was a writhing, panting mess, trapped against him. Her breaths were ragged and sharp, nearly gasping with each thrust of his hips. With her body undulating in time with his, she could hardly keep herself steady, one hand still wrapped in his hand while the other gripped uselessly at the wall. That coil inside her was growing tighter, tighter, tighter still.
She began begging, cursing, pleading, calling out his name as she drew closer to the unadulterated, blinding pleasure she craved. It didn't matter what she was speaking as long as he kept moving.
Fucking hold yourself together, Nikolaj. You can't blow it now when she's so close - so deliciously close. Her cunt was starting to tighten around him, her unintelligible cries becoming near-deafening screams as they echoed off the bathroom walls. Nik felt the tingle in his spine, the stiffness gripping at his body. But right as he finally let go, so did she.
Nik wrapped his arms around her as he continued to rock his hips slowly, holding her weight while she breathed deeply. Gwen laid her head back, her cheek against his, her eyes shut as they swayed. Her thigh refused to still, the occasional bolt of electricity still coursing through her.
Slowly, she stood, using her own two feet. The blood was still rushing in her ears, her heart still pounding in her chest.
Nik slumped against the tiles. "How many times is that?"
Gwen huffed a laugh, her chest rising and falling more steadily now. "It would have been more if you just let me."
"You're insatiable." He grinned.
"You're insufferable."
He tugged her closer, wrapping his arms around her. "You love what I do."
"You know I do." She smiled drunkenly and leaned into him.
He kissed her cheek and brought them into the stream of water, letting it wash over her bruised back. Unlike home, the water here stayed hot, the air in there was humid and muggy. As if they wouldn't have fogged the glass enough on their own.
"God, Nikolaj, I'm sweating."
"How are you sweating in the shower?"
"How are you not?" She reached behind herself and turned off the water.
Nik's brows furrowed. "Are we not going to clean up?"
"I'm not done with you." She grinned and drug him out of the shower.
Gwen threw a towel at Nik's face, her oh-so-kind suggestion to dry off. She grabbed one for herself and dried off as she made her way back to the bed, where they'd spent most of the day so far... and the table, and the dresser, and the bed again, and the floor, oh - don't forget the counter before the shower. How she was still going, he'd never know. How he was still going was an even greater mystery.
Still half-soaked, Gwen hopped into bed and patted the empty space beside her impatiently. Nik complied and crawled in next to her, shoving a pillow behind his head, his body sprawled.
"How do you want me, sweetheart?"
"Just like that." She placed a firm, bruising kiss on his lips, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth.
Nik groaned softly as she pulled away, and right as he thought she was coming back for more, she turned away. Gwen grabbed the discarded blankets, tossed them onto the bed, and grabbed the thinnest one. She happily tugged it on top the both of them before snuggling into Nik's side.
He chuckled softly. "I thought you said you weren't done with me."
She smiled tiredly back up at him. "You're our pillow now, I'm not done with you."
Without any objections, he had held her close, protectively. She laid her head on his shoulder, their fingers laced together across his chest, their legs entangled. She was asleep before Nik could even have a chance to go on some sappy, long-winded tangent about how much he loved her and the life they had created together. He didn't mind though, he simply tucked a wet lock of her hair behind her ear and admired her silently. Trying to take each fading freckle to memory was easier than he'd imagined, he'd gotten a head start years ago when she'd accidentally fall asleep in his hotel room, or his trailer on set.
My god I should really start a list on all the places we've done it. I bet it would be massive. She definitely has a better memory for these things than I do, do we really think she'd help? No, she'd think I was being an idiot for making a list that literally - key word here - anyone would stumble upon. God I love her.
