Fly You To The Moon
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They walked back along the field hand in hand, sneaking in through the back door so they wouldn’t be interrupted on their way to their room. Ava felt a bit guilty for avoiding Georgie and her parents, but not guilty enough to make Nicolas wait. She’d make her way to the kitchen for a late-night snack and a chat with their hosts later on.
“Come here,” Nicolas told her as soon as the door was closed behind them. He backed her up against the wall, his hands slipping around her wrists as he held up her arms on either side of her face. “God, I want to devour you. I want you so bad.”
“And you can have me,” Ava said, her lips inches away from his mouth. “Any way you want.”
“Any way I want?” Nic mumbled huskily. “You really are naughty, huh?”
Ava’s heart skipped a beat when his warm mouth claimed hers, his tongue exploring her lips before eagerly pushing forward and meeting her tongue for an erotic dance that made her head spin. Nic held both of her wrists so tightly it felt as if he was afraid she’d try to get away from him. She wasn’t going anywhere, though – she wanted this way too much. As he rubbed his lower body against her abdomen, Ava softly moaned into his mouth. Nicolas bit her lower lip before pulling away from their kiss and staring into her eyes. One hand trailed down to her ass and he gently squeezed it before slipping his hand under her skirt to touch the sensitive skin of her butt. “Are you wearing any underwear?” he whispered.
Ava shot him a scandalized look. “Of course I am!” she half-giggled. “We’ve been in Sutton all day.”
“Mind if I take it off now?” he continued. “That short skirt has been tempting me all day long, you know.”
“Yeah?” Ava asked breathlessly. “What did you want to do to me? Tell me.” She challenged him with her eyes.
Nicolas grinned wolfishly, his hand moving up to pull down her string in one swift movement. “I thought about pulling you into that storage shed in the Prefect’s garden,” he murmured, tugging the underwear down to her knees so she could step out of it. “So I could wrap your legs around my hips and fuck you against the wall.”
Ava quivered with delight, her lips parting. “Oh – oh yeah?” she said dumbly.
He leaned into her. “Would you have liked that?” he whispered darkly.
“Yes.” She licked her lips.
“Would you like me to do that to you now?” he continued, his breath brushing her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Ava sighed helplessly as Nicolas kissed her, then unbuttoned his pants and pushed down the waistband of his boxer briefs to reveal the throbbing erection she was desperate to feel inside her. “Shouldn’t we…” She gestured vaguely at the bed.
Nic cocked an eyebrow. “What part of ‘fucking you against the wall’ didn’t you get?” he said, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His hands slipped under her ass and he lifted her up, pinning her to the wall with his hips and spreading her legs. “You know, I think you’re ready,” he commented when his cock rubbed hotly against her moist cleft.
“Are you really gonna -” Ava gulped, choking on the next word when Nicolas drove into her with such eagerness that she muffled a cry against his shoulder. He was even harder than the first time he’d taken her – all his pent-up desire of the past few days was delving deep into her, stretching her pussy wide until he was all the way in.
“Yes, I’m really gonna,” he replied gruffly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“I wanted you to do this to me too,” Ava said softly. “That evening, after our swordfight…”
“In the practice room,” he finished for her. “Jesus, you were so hot for me, Ava.” He started to move, slowly and provocatively. “I touched myself that night thinking of you, you know.”
“You did?” Ava moaned as Nicolas surged upward, thrusting into her again and again. “Thinking what?”
“Thinking how wet and tight you would have been for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Just like you are now.”
Ava whimpered as he increased the pace, feeling vulnerable and powerful at once with his cock pushing inside her. Her back hurt from the rough wood of the wall she was backed up against, but she didn’t care – all she cared about was following Nic’s rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts with her hips, squirming to get even closer. “I’m close,” she panted. “Slow down.”
Nicolas shook his head with a grin. “No, darling. This should be a quickie. I don’t want you to get splinters in your back, you know.” He lifted one of her legs higher and fucked her so deep that Ava couldn’t hold back anymore. She threw her head back and cried out as she seemingly exploded into a thousand pieces, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Nic stopped moving and held her in his arms, looking at her so tenderly that she couldn’t help but kiss him. Her heart almost burst with lust and happiness. This was real – Nicolas wanted her and he wouldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t have to watch her getting involved with another man. She wouldn’t have to compete with stuck-up Elite women anymore.
“Come,” he whispered at that moment, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. “Let’s lie down.”
Ava closed her eyes and stroked Nic’s back as he rapidly pounded himself to an orgasm that left him panting, hanging limply in her arms. “Sorry I was in such a rush,” he apologized when he rolled off her. “It’s very hard to be around you and not be allowed to touch or kiss you.”
“How hard exactly?” She winked at him.
“Hard as steel,” he replied coyly.
Ava let out a satisfied sigh as she sat up and stroked Nic’s toned stomach. “Take a shower with me?” she smiled.
“Sounds like heaven,” he replied, smiling up at her.
It was only when Ava walked over to the bathroom to turn on the shower that she remembered Clea asking Nic the same question, that evening when she was hiding in the closet, spying on them. She smiled victoriously.
She’d won him, and it was even better than in her dreams.
That evening, they stood in the yard with Georgie, looking up at the twinkling stars in the night sky. The moon was full, pale and mysterious.
“See what I mean?” Ava whispered, looking at Earth’s satellite in awe. “It’s like a fairytale. Nothing I’ve seen up there compares to the beauty of Luna as seen from Earth.”
Nicolas rubbed her shoulders. “True. Still, I think Luna got a whole lot more beautiful the minute you moved to Carter Manor,” he said smoothly.
Georgie snickered. “You guys are so cheesy-romantic that Sinatra should have written a song about you,” she commented. “A shame we can’t travel back in time to inspire him.”
Ava smiled. “We don’t need to,” she said. “We adopted Fly Me To The Moon as our song. I really don’t think any song can beat that.”
Nicolas slipped his hand into hers. “And nothing can beat us,” he added softly, kissing the top of her head.
Together, they gazed at the stars until the cold wind drove them inside and the night wrapped itself around the quiet town of Sutton.
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