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the tangle of their bodies that took place shortly after (on the beach, in the kitchen, in the shower, in the bed and once again in the morning) felt untamed, but necessary as they wouldn’t be able to see one another for the next month.

carl nearly became a shell of himself. his smile never quite crinkled the corners of his eyes like it did normally, his soft spoken voice became blunt, and he couldn’t even focus during PT classes. they would text everyday and call every night, but it wasn’t the same as being able to physically feel his girlfriend. 

one night carl felt particularly…. lonely. his right hand and the scantily clad photos she sent weren't enough. he video called her as soon as he was back to his apartment, pent up and needy. the things he said over the phone, the way she coaxed climaxes out of him using her voice alone, carl knew he had to see her again, and soon.

and now they were here, on the second day of their snowy escape. the first day was spent refamiliarizing their bodies with one another. well rested, they were now ready for the intended purpose of the trip. 

they spent the first half of the day skiing, aniya finally getting the lesson from carl she had been looking forward to for months. they were off to the side in their own world as per usual, giggling and smiling every time aniya stumbled and carl caught her, “carl you have to hold on tighter! I’m gonna fall!” 

“I’m right here don't worry. I’ll always be here to catch you,” she stood up and frowned at him, his sweetness being one of aniya’s favorite qualities about him. she placed a quick peck on his cheek before returning to her attempts to stand upright on the skis. carl had his hand hovering her lower back, “are you ready to try again?”

aniya rolled her shoulders back before responding, “yes sir!” carl flushed at the nickname, “sir? I like the sound of that…” aniya playfully swatted at him before losing balance and nearly tumbling to the ground, just for her knight in shining armor to catch her and stand her upright.

hours later, they retired the skis to attempt snowboarding. carl would be lying if he said he didn't try to impress aniya a bit, hitting an ollie before the board slid across the solid snow. she squealed in awe, a cute habit carl had come to love. she fawned over her athletic boyfriend, leaving carl bashful yet filled with pride. he liked when aniya was proud of him.

after a couple snowmen and an impromptu snowball fight, carl and aniya were sufficiently soaked and tuckered out. carl used the last of his strength to sling aniya over his shoulder and carry her back to their shared cabin.

the cozy cabin was well stocked and aptly decorated. the fireplace was already lit by the housekeepers that had left not too long ago judging by the faint scent of cleaner lingering in the air. carl tore off his gear, his hair sticking to his forehead from his chilled sweating. aniya was damp too, her snowy outer layers hitting the wooden floor after carl’s. 

carl draped a big fuzzy blanket over his shoulders before cozying up to the front of the fireplace. spreading his arms wide, he beckoned aniya to join him. she sat in front of him, his bare chest against her undergarments as they huddled for warmth.

basking in the warmth of the fireplace, they cuddled together. moments of silence were cut by the crackle of the fireplace, inviting conversation reminiscing on the villa life and how chaotic it's been since they met.

“I’m so glad that we found each other, like genuinely,” carl smiled to himself at aniya’s signature words before placing a light peck on her cheek, “I’m glad too aniya, I really am.”

carl crooned his neck down to tap his forehead to her temple, aniya responded in kind by turning her head to meet his gaze. their lips ghosted over one another as their breath circulated, both too hesitant to close the gap. once their bottom lips brushed one another, carl took the initiative— locking their mouths together in a deep slow kiss. 

the way their lips caressed was so gentle, yet hesitant— as if they were teetering on breaking the bough of arousal they attempted to stave off. carl had already worn aniya thin the night before. combined with the hours of snow sports, he at least wanted aniya to have the ability to walk tomorrow. fortunately for carl, his moral dilemma was solved by aniya’s needy tongue slipping into his mouth.

his restraint snapped, carl’s hand snaked up aniya’s feverish body to land on her neck— pulling her to face him completely. with only one hand, he had complete coverage of her throat. he applied slight pressure to the sides, coaxing heavy pants out of aniya in between kisses 

they craved one another, kissing as if they could never possibly be close enough to each other. as if no matter how much saliva they exchanged, no matter how flush their bodies were, no matter how deep they were, there would still be more area to consume. 

beads of sweat were forming on aniya’s forehead. whether from the heat of the fireplace or the embers carl sparked across her body as they made out, she didn't know. frankly she didn't even want to distinguish the heat, instead she concentrated it in her stomach and let it build, sending waves of arousal down to her panty-clad cunt.

carl detached from her, dropping his hand from her neck and instead spreading out the blanket behind him. slowly, he laid back without breaking eye contact with his girlfriend. aniya watched as he lowered himself, curious as to how she was meant to move. without warning, carl lifted her hips, making her thick thighs straddle his crotch. 

the pressure of his hardening dick brushing against her pussy was short lived as he lifted aniya to land her soft ass cheeks against his pecs. her now cunt dangerously close to his desperate mouth. carl looked down at the wet spot forming on her panties and deeply inhaled, relishing in her arousal.

“can you sit on my face for me?” the smooth tenor in his voice was vibrating through her. his typical calm nature felt like a far cry from the man in front of aniya. his tousled hair held a shade of brown that could barely be reflected in his blown out irises. his pecs rose and fell against the flesh of aniya's ass as he panted. he wasn't just desperate, he was needy. aniya’s pussy was his life force, and he was starving.

he blew onto the cloth covering her cunt, watching how the cool air made her constrict around nothing. more arousal seeps out, soaking her panties even more. his elongated tongue licks a stripe up her slit and her back arches in direct response as aniya mewled out his name, “carl… are you sure?”

aniya sometimes said things that carl found to be silly, like when she kept thanking him for a second chance at their final date. to carl, there was no other option in his mind. aniya makes up the cogs that keep his brain turning, it was always going to be her. not to mention carl was a big burly man himself, he could handle aniya’s curvy body with ease, and if this happened to be the way he went, he wouldn't mind at all. 

he nipped at her protruding clit, “I would suffocate between your thighs if I could aniya,” he kissed the inside of her thigh, “just sit on me princess, I want this… please.” 

aniya lifted her hips and pulled her panties off before slowly lowering her glistening heat onto carl’s eager tongue.

carl moans at the first taste, her slick arousal gliding into his mouth. he involuntarily bucks up in front of her, slurping in between her folds. he latched his lips to her clit and started sucking, using his wide tongue to periodically lick at the underside of her engorged bud.

aniya whimpered out pleas of overstimulation, but that only encouraged carl more in his imaginary competition to get aniya to cum. using his forearms to latch her thighs closer to his head, he ate her out like it was last meal. carl wanted to drown in her juices, he couldn't get enough.

aniya’s hands planted themselves on the wooden floor as she leaned forward. she made a sorry attempt to hover her cunt above carl’s mouth, but his grip was too much.

a loud whine ripped out of aniya as carl continued to devour her. carl took this as an incentive to lightly nip and bite at her clit, immediately following it with his stiffened tongue plowing into her pussy. 

aniya’s eyes shot open as her fingers scrambled to grip something, anything that could ground her. her nails landed in the mess that was carls hair, scratching at his scalp causing him to hum in approval. the baritone vibrations against her pussy sent jolts of heat straight to the building knot in her stomach, “SHIT- carl, hah, I’m c-close” she barely managed to get out between moans. aniya could feel him smirk against her folds as he continued to fuck into her pulsating core.

aniya squirmed on his tongue, fighting the urge to fuck his face to get herself over the edge. carl pulled her closer and loosens his grip on her thighs, inviting aniya to rut into his mouth. 

the gravity of the entire situation weighs hard on carl’s mind, literally. freeing his leftover hand from her thigh completely, he skillfully unzips his trousers and lets his aching dick free. his fingers dance over the head causing him to shudder into aniya. 

her hazy gaze shifted downwards from the sudden loss of contact from her thigh. seeing his vigorous movements and how desperate he was to cum while eating her out was enough to send aniya over the edge.

“ohhh fuckfuckfuck I’m cum-” her orgasm ripped through her, effectively cutting herself off. carl lapped up every drop that he could. his now free and slick fingers found solace on her clit and vigorously rubbed to get more cum out of her.

aniya twitched and shivered from the overstimulation, after shocks morphing into action potentials for her impending orgasm. carl was feral and unrelenting, eating aniya out like his life was dependent on it. 

aniya used the last bit of energy in her thick thighs to rip her soaking pussy away from carl’s mouth, landing on his abdomen. aniya leaned backwards on her hands in an attempt to calm herself down.

carl, however, still couldn't rest. he couldn't help the way his hands snaked up her hips, locking around her waist before leaving indents after squeezing. and he certainly couldn't help the forced rocking of aniya’s hips against each ridge of his solid abs.

“can you cum for me again baby? I know you can do it,”  his soft begging juxtaposed by the unrelenting pace he had aniya moving at.

aniya was a whimpering mess; her hair matted to her face from the sweat, her head thrown back as she mewled to the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes at the sheer force of carl’s now glistening abs blissfully rubbing against her sopping pussy.

“carl ngh- fuck,” she crooned out, “I’m gonna c-cum again!” he felt his dick jump at her words, but didn't move to remove his hands in the slightest. instead, his flush tip slapped against his happy trail every as he fucked the air, using the deity in front of him to bring himself closer to the edge.

it was all so nasty, so degenerate, yet imbued with passion. only one could bring the other to this state. they were already that special to one another, able to bring out their most debaucherous desires and have them intertwine in such harmonious fashion. it was beautiful, a dance of intimacy— and the record had just scratched.

carl came first after watching the trail of arousal left on his abs as aniya rode them. she so pretty all desperate for an orgasm, it was one of carl's favorite expressions on her. similarly for aniya, watching carl’s facial expressions contort as moans of aniya’s decorated the smooth chords of his voice was the last push she needed to squirt all over his abdomen.

aniya’s thighs clenched as her hole sputtered out the last drops of cum she could muster before she collapsed backward onto carl's legs.

they both laid there, letting the crackle of the fireplace fill the silence again. content, happy, and fucked out. a lackadaisical giggle left aniya's lips first and carl joined in, causing light laughter to drift through the halls. it was peace like this that made the entire hellish villa experience worth it for them both.

aniya’s eyes slowly opened as the sunlight peeked through the blinds of carl’s beach front property. she could hear those same waves she loved so much and basked in the serenity of it all. 

she felt the low stir of carl as his arm readjusted its placement on her waist. the mala beads he wore left slight indents in her skin from his reluctance to let go of aniya at any point time. she liked it though, a gentle reminder of the calm that carl brought.

she turned over in the bed, the back of his her oversized t-shirt catching the rays now, and came face to face with carl’s sleeping face. his pink mouth tape stretched and relaxed as it caught his snores. aniya found his sleeping form to be the cutest, the gentle giant being rendered silent by a strip of silicone.

aniya maneuvered to rest in the crook of his bicep, using the unflexed muscle as a pillow. even though carl normally had her beat, she was clingy too. whenever she woke up earlier, she'd attempt to practically crawl into his skin until he eventually awoke as well.

this peaceful morning had aniya craving more contact with his bare skin so they could bask in the sun together. she climbed on top of him, pressing their chest flush against one another. her legs straddled either side of his large body and her head found purchase in the pocket between his ear and shoulder.

aniya relaxed like this for awhile, feeling true inner serenity. warmth not only from how loved the relationship made her feel, but from feeling carl’s skin glide across her bare arms. the contact of his abs to hers when the oversized cloth dividing them rode up.

as she adjusted her head, she felt carl start to stir in his slumber. his two giant arms came to wrap around her, hugging her body as her chin came to rest on his chest. he mumbled something against the mouth tape but was muffled. his eyeballs rolled against his eyelids as he adjusted to being cuddled out of REM. 

“good morning baby,” aniya croaked out in a hoarse voice, her first words of the day. carl grunted in response, slowly opening his eyes. carl squeezed her body to his, propping his knees up by planting his heels into the bed. aniya lurched forward from the sudden movement, her face buried into his soft pecs and a hard poke felt on the edge of her ass.

“looks like you're excited to see me too,”  anyia ground her hips backward, inviting the pressure. carl, still unable to speak, moaned out behind the tape. aniya was almost surprised that they still maintained the same passion they could barely contain in that villa. 

“guess I gotta chop the wood down, huh?” carl frantically nodded, loving when aniya was more confident like this.

aniya took the lead, shimmying her body down until she was level with his erection. it was begging to be freed and she happily obliged, watching his dick smack against his bare torso before standing tall. she bit her bottom lip in response before licking a long, wet, slow stripe from the base to the tip. the bitter precum at the top mixing with her saliva as she swallowed back into her mouth.

carl shuddered, a full body reaction. typically, by now he'd be inches deep in aniya, too eager to let her waste too much time pleasuring him. but he had no idea how much aniya loved seeing him at her mercy, as if she was taming a giant puppy.

“mmf- mmm hngh!” carl grunted behind the mouth tape as aniya kept working his dick, languidly stroking up his shaft and swirling her tongue around his tip. she wanted him to really feel what she was doing to him, to be focused on nothing but the sensation of her. watching his toes curl as he crooned his neck up to the ceiling was proof of exactly that.

aniya dropped her mouth down on his dick, using one hand to pump while her mouth suctioned on his erection. carl’s back arched upwards as whines slipped between his lips and mouth tape. aniya felt herself clench on nothing and draw her legs close together to relieve the ache that was wetting her panties.

without warming aniya inched down, down, down, letting carl’s cockhead hit the back of her throat. she closed and opened the muscle and watched carl nearly spasm in that bed, gripping his hair as he did everything in his power not to cum down her throat. 

aniya came off of him, a string of spit following as she detached from his dick. carl’s chest heaved as he struggled to gain his composure, unknowing that aniya wasn't nearly done yet. 

aniya climbed back up his body, straddling his legs, she bunched up her t-shirt and pulled it to the side, revealing nothing but her soiled panties in front of him.

carl moaned at the sight, wanting nothing more than to have her sit on his face at that moment. instead aniya pulled them to the side, revealing how wet she was for him. she shifted her hips up and down, her glistening pussy sliding against his dick. 

it was torture, too much for carl. he wanted to touch her, taste her, let his senses be enveloped and overwhelmed by her. instead, she cocked her head to the side as her cunt kept gliding across his shaft. 

a single flutter of her hole against his dick was enough to get carl spilling. he  was stunned as he watched his cum erupt from his cock, drip down and mix with aniya's arousal. god he couldn't wait to fill her up. 

aniya watched him leak out as much as he could, proud of herself for still having this effect on him. before he could even get situated post orgasm, aniya lifted her hips and dropped them down onto his dick, sinking every inch of carl into her. 

carl jerked forward, grabbing her hips to remind himself she was in control, no matter how overstimulated he might feel. aniya rolled her hips to her own rhythm, making note of each noise that escaped carl.

she expertly rode him, using the strength of her thick thighs to never let up. carl was seeing stars, she rode him with so much passion. deep, deliberate strokes— ensuring carl felt everything she was giving him.

aniya was the angel and the devil, awarding him so much life and taking it away just as easily. it was torture, and he never wanted to be set free.

carl’s hips stuttered as he felt that could rise in his abdomen again , and he mustered up some strength to rip his mouth tape off, “fuck- aniya… I-I’m close-” his abs glistened and clenched under the blanket of sweat forming.

aniya slipped her hand under her shirt, rolling her nipples in her hands while her other hand left the fabric of her panties to rub at her clit. she moaned out at his words, “m-me too,” 

the friction of the cloth between them as his dick slid in and out of her cunt was too much. the sight of her so desperate to get off, the sight of carl sweating at aniya’s mercy, the sight of aniya in his shirt, the sight of carl glowing under the sunlight— everything was too much. they could feel it all, through every neuron firing and hormone being sent through their veins. they sensed each other's arousal and accepted it fully before letting go.

aniya felt a pornographic moan rip from her chest as she shiver out her orgasm. carl let out strings of profanities with his cum emptying into her, thanking every deity he could think of for putting him balls deep in his beautiful soon-to-be girlfriend this morning.

they rode out their highs together, letting the buzz die down before she collapsed on his chest. they panted in tandem, feeling the afterglow of their love-making magnify by the warmth of the sun rays.

their lazy cuddle session was interrupted by a knock at the door, “glad to hear my Olympian grandchildren are on the way,” started carl’s mom, “make sure you shower and then come downstairs so we can get brunch!” 

all they could do was lay together and laugh, maybe they should focus on getting married first. 

carl and aniya followed suit. typically cuddles were all they did before waking the next morning, but the hideaway was still fresh in their minds. not to mention aniya's pajamas of choice, seeing her so comfortable and open around carl awoke something in him.

carl’s lips parted in the crook of aniya’s neck before whispering, “this lace.. it reminds me of the hideaway,” aniya shivered from the sudden brush of breath against her skin, causing her hair to stand on end.

“you’re still thinking about the hideaway?” she questioned, turning her head over her shoulder, straining to look at him. “I mean I was kind of pent up,” he licked a stripe behind the shell of her ear before nipping at her ear lobe, “that lingerie,” he left a sloppy, wet kiss under her ear, “and you gotta know how sexy you are… I didn’t stand a chance.”

aniya was writhing in the bed now, heat pooling low in her stomach. her hips would roll upwards to soothe the ache that was building in her, but it wasn’t enough. and carl noticed, just like everything else he notices about her, “do you want me to help you baby? make you feel good?” he muttered in his baritone voice. 

she desperately nodded, a tiny whine escaping her lips, carl’s finger tips traced her hip bone through her silk outfit, massaging the jutting bone with his thumb. the rest of his fingers directed towards her thigh, kneading the flesh and squeezing at her muscles. his fingers brushed at her waistband, pulling back the elastic before letting it snap back into place, “tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

carl’s fingers first made contact with her engorged clit, rubbing languid circles on the bud. his digits momentarily slipped down to her entrance, gathering her arousal. then he travelled back up to the bud again, working her clit with more vigor. 

aniya’s was breathless, pretty moans kept chirping out of her at carl’s ministrations. she was always so sensitive with him, but every touch was heightened by the cloud of darkness surrounding them. carl’s other hand reached to rub her toned stomach through her slik top, ghosting over her nipples, earning a shudder from her  “shhhh aniya, you have to be quiet…” he lowly purred into her ear.

she was so vocal, and carl loved it, loved to hear exactly how his actions make her feel. unfortunately, this time, there was an entire other room of people to worry about. carl’s free hand came to aniya’s mouth, covering it to muffle her noises, “no one deserves to hear how pretty you sound when I touch you, so keep quiet, hm?”

carl’s pace picked up, feeling more slick seep out of aniya as he touched her. she was so pliant under his hands, allowed herself to be unguarded and seen by someone so worshipful. her body was a temple, and carl was a devout believer. 

aniya’s eyes turned to look back at carl instead of into the darkness. there was a plea hidden in them, desperation for relief. who would carl be to not oblige?

his digits dipped into her wet heat, and carl felt her walls flutter around them. he pumped in and out, maneuvering his thumb to rub her clit as he finger fucked her. 

she was close, he could tell by her frantic grip to any part of his body to keep herself from floating on her high. carl removed his hand from her mouth and quickly replaced it with his own, using his hand to pull her chin to face him. their lips interlocked in a sloppy fashion, another orifice desperate to be in contact with one another.

once carl bit her bottom lip in the kiss, aniya released the coil in her stomach, jerking on carl’s fingers to run from the stimulation. he slowed down his digits, letting her ride out her high.

a moment passes and aniya’s body is relaxed, finally able to achieve tranquility in this otherwise chaotic villa. carl removes his fingers from her shorts and brings them up to his lips, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste. he sucked all of her fluids up before kissing aniya again. 

the last thing aniya can hear before sleep takes her is a satisfied carl whispering to her, 

“you taste as good as I remember.” 

turning on that tv in the pre-villa hotel room sent sheer need coursing through his veins. if he ever got a chance, he knew exactly who he'd go for.

casa didn't end up going the way he imagined, but he refused to let his second chance go to waste. after aniya’s big brown eyes bulldozed his alleged walls, they now found themselves chosen for the hideaway.

carl was a respectful guy, at least, he really tried to be. he willed away his boners when he saw aniya in her bikinis, kept his hands from grabbing her ass and rutting into her to chase the pressure, hell carl didnt even let himself jerk off to her. 

he kept it in, all of it: the desire, the want, the arousal; it was stored deep within the confines of his sure smiles and gentle words. straining to come out every time aniya mounted him in say less, every time the purr of her voice dropped to delicious octaves. he controlled it, until the hideaway became an option.

carl delicately placed aniya’s firm, yet plush body onto the mattress, his lips locked to hers as they made out. his glasses fogged up as the heat from their mouths condensed against the lenses. the whole room felt like that, hot, humid, wet almost— not to be helped by the Fijian climate.

carl broke their kiss to remove his glasses, only to be met with the gentle placement of aniya’s soft hand onto his. his eyes looked from her hand to meet her gaze and she lightly shook her head, “can you keep them on? please?”

carl swears he almost melted into a puddle at her feet. she was so sweet, so gentle and kind. he simply had to do everything she requested, it was impossible to refuse, “yeah, I can do that for you.” he replied in his signature low tone. 

he pushed his glasses up and descended to meet aniya’s lips once more, this time letting their tongues intertwine. his lips traveled down to the overflow of her cute boobs being pushed up by her lingerie. 

carl licked the flesh of her boobs before pulling down the front of the garment to gain access to her stiff nipples. aniya’s boobs weren't huge, but they were the perfect size to fit completely in carls mouth— and that's exactly how he wanted it.

he sucked her breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple while letting his abrasive fingers tweak her other one. aniya let out a high pitched moan as her back arched off the mattress.”ngh- fuck carl,” he switched sides, nibbling at her other nipple now. 

carl leisurely lifted aniya and placed her on his lap as he sat down on the edge bed. his hands maneuvered up and down her back reaching for the ribbon that laced up her corset. one by one, he unraveled them, letting his fingers trace over the bare skin left in wake of the fabric. 

reaching the last row of ribbon, aniya’s entire top came off, giving complete access to her toned torso along with an unobstructed view of her perky breasts. carl shuddered at the sight of her bare form, more beautiful than he ever could’ve imagined. 

“you know…” carl started, “I’ve been imagining this day for a long time,” he nipped at her nipple then, eliciting a sweet yelp from aniya, “ever since you practically rode me in ‘say less’ actually.”

aniya giggled before feeling her body heat up, “I couldn't help it, I was pent up!” she replied before grinding down in his lap, “I think you were too actually, I felt your dick under me that day,”

it was carl’s turn to feel the heat rush to his cheeks, both from the sweet pressure of aniya’s half naked body and from that fateful kiss. he thought crossing his legs would've been enough to hide his painful erection, carl knows by now nothing truly gets past aniya,  “could you blame me? you mounted me when I was supposed to have my walls up.” they both laughed then, the prospect of carl being able to stay away from aniya sounding ridiculous to both of them.

carl pressed a quick peck to aniya’s lips before effortlessly lifting her to have her back rest on his chest. the insides of his knees pressed aniya's thick thighs impossibly farther apart, spreading her open for carl. 

aniya clenched at the cool air hitting her core, shivering at the ghost of pressure on her clit. carl drew her attention away by pulling her chin towards him, bringing their lips together for another steamy, wet kiss.

two of carls thick digits slinked down to aniya's panty-clad pussy, rubbing achingly slow circles around her clit. she moaned into their kiss, attempting to close her thighs in response to the pressure. her legs were strong, but carl was stronger. his knees kept her legs pried open and exposed for him, “mmmmh aniya,” he purred close to her ear, “don't run from it… you can handle it…” 

the way carl embroidered his commanding tone with sultry flowers left aniya's head buzzing. she accepted the push from carl’s knees to keep herself spread open, “you're so good for me,” he kissed her temple as a gentle reward and gripped her waist a little harder to ground himself and keep from humping her backside as his dick started to get hard.

aniya tensed at his words and carl made a mental note of that, along with many other things he notices about aniya. carl kept at his slow circles while licking a long stripe up the column of aniya's neck, intermittently stopping to suck at her flesh. with a whispered, “is this okay?” in aniya’s ear, his finger tip glided across the hem of her lacy panties, “you want me to touch you?” 

aniya nodded in approval before her head lolled back onto carl’s broad shoulders for support. his digits wasted no time in diving under her panties, met with the slick seeping out her painfully empty cunt. swiping his fingers to coat them in her arousal, carl reluctantly removed his fingers, only to bring them up to his lips and suck on her juices.

aniya’s eyes followed to his lips, entranced by how he devoured a part of her. as if under a spell, she leaned towards carl’s mouth, entangling their tongues as their shared saliva mixed with her arousal. he eventually removed his fingers from the tangle and locked their lips together as his fingers found themselves in her panties once again.

his wet fingers dipped into her entrance and felt the warm spongy walls of her insides, groaning out in response at how wet she was for him, “goodness aniya… you're so wet…” he slowly pumped his digits in and out, “is it just for me? you're leaking like this because I make you this horny?” he smoothly uttered in a low voice.

aniya was a whining mess, her hips rocked up to meet carl’s thick digits stretching her out, chasing additional friction. she was close, carl could tell when he felt her walls tighten around his fingers.

carl expertly removed his fingers, sucking on her sweet arousal before effortlessly manhandling aniya to have her sitting on the bed. the horny man slowly dropped to his knees, maintaining eye contact all the while before pulling her panties off. he finally ripped his gaze from aniyas, left face to face with her glistening pussy. 

deeply gulping, carl watched the trail of arousal seep out her tiny hole. he couldn't help himself, licking a stripe from the crevice of her plump ass to her clit. aniya's nerves were sensitized for slower ministrations, yet carl gave her pure passion. he ravenously slurped and sucked at her cunt, swallowing every drop of slick she poured out to him.

“ahn- carl- fuck!” he maintained a relentless pace, finally indulging himself in the body he so earnestly worshipped. every whine, every plea she let out was another reason for carl to persist the prodding of his tongue.

when his hand clawed its way up her thigh, leaving faint scratch marks in its wake, and landed his thumb on her clit, aniya knew her climax was quickly approaching. she tried to thrash around, the overwhelming sensation entirely too much stimulation for her delicate body, but carl’s biceps flexed on the edge of the bed to keep her in place and keep him in his personal heaven.

it was so much; too much. a single tear slipped down aniya's face, then another. the tears flowed and chest began to heave as she felt her climax teeter on the edge.

carl noticed the sudden vibrations from her and looked up at her, seeing her big, brown, blown out eyes water only motivated him further. he, slightly unwillingly, unlatched his mouth from her pussy to properly look at her while his fingers kept rubbing, “shhhh aniya, please don't cry…”  he sucked at her clit before letting it go and watching the bud recoil, “it feels good, doesn't it baby?”

with those words she was gone. moaning and convulsing as her walls pulsated around carls fingers. he lapped up the arousal that spilt out of her, licking at her entrance up to her clit. the additional stimulation had aniya seeing stars, her back arched completely off the bed, in a fruitless attempt to escape from carl's mouth. 

he couldn't help himself, he really couldn't. his obsession with all things aniya knew no bounds. his forearm came up to press her stomach down and keep her in place. aniya’s own strength never felt like enough when it came to her burly 6’4 man. he could easily push her down, make her take all that he was giving her.

before aniya knew it, a second orgasm more powerful than the first crashed into her, “fuckfuckfuck oh my god-” she squealed and felt a fluid shoot out of her directly into carl’s face. 

carl licked up as much of her wetness as he could, not letting anything go to waste. swallowing, he turned to his right, kissing the inner of her thigh, “you did so good for me aniya,” he praised in his low, velvety voice. he suckled on the crook between her flushed pussy and her thick thighs, leaving a mark for her to remember the next day. 

aniya buzzed with contentment. whenever carl spoke in that specific tone, she felt warm and fuzzy deep in her soul. only he could reassure her in such a whole way.

carl stood up and scooped up aniya into his arms before placing her down farther back, wanting to feel her at all times even if only for a simple action. aniya propped herself up with her hands, her knees still open, keeping her glistening cunt on display.

carl stood back, palming his straining hard-on while appreciating the art in front of him. seeing her beautiful eyes dilated, her hair disheveled, her panting as she tried to regain composure, the slight tilt of her head to the side as she observed him too. it was so raw, so vulnerable for the both of them.

“you're beautiful aniya…” it came out so naturally, so off-handedly that carl didn't even realize he said it until aniya bit her lip into a lazy smile, “you're so handsome baby,” she responded in that sultry purr she did. aniya was a flirt, a vixen even. she knew exactly what to say to carl, how to arouse him more than he already was. 

“jeez… you're killing me here aniya,” carl pulled off his boxers, feeling the sticky patch from his pre-cum detach from his cockhead. he pumped his dick a few times, gaze raking over aniya. he had imagined what her undressed form would look like for weeks now, but no figment of his imagination could ever compare to the realized masterpiece that was aniya. 

every curve was juxtaposed by firm muscle, and soft, supple skin encased it all. carl could honestly jerk off at this picturesque view of her alone, but he had to take care of his woman— treat her pretty pussy so well that she'd never get rid of him.

carl lumbered back onto the bed with his large body, grabbing aniya by her waist and pulling them together so their chests were flush with one another. he leaned forward to kiss her again, the remnants of her arousal decorating their tongues. without warning, one of aniya's hands snaked down to grab the base of his flushed dick. 

he was girthy, a big dick for a big man made perfect sense in her mind. it stood tall against his stomach with an angry shade of crimson, blood rushing to his tip. she squeezed on his balls, heavy and eager to empty into her. carl groaned into their kiss, sloppily opening his mouth to invite her to lick deeper. 

carl’s hand replaced aniya’s on his dick as he aligned himself with her entrance. carefully, he eased his angry cockhead into aniya’s sopping cunt, a guttural moan escaped them both as they adjusted to the size difference, “you're so b-big baby fuck-”

carl kept slowly inching more of his dick into her, damn near feeling like he was going through puberty again as he did everything in his power to not spill into her prematurely. eventually, his dick was snugly wrapped by aniya’s walls and all he could do was thank the heavens for accepting that casting directors dm all those months ago.

they sat in silence for a second, fully conforming to his dick inside of her. carl broke the silence, “don't we fit together so well?” he rolled his hips up to meet hers and a whine escaped aniya, “it's like I was made for you…”

he kept rolling his hips, fucking her languidly, passionately he savoured everything aniya was willing to give him and thrusted it right back into her.

it was love-making, intimate and close. their breath circulated between them as the dim neon light faintly lit them both up. aniya felt transcendent, on another plane of reality. she pulled herself impossibly closer to him, nails raking down his back. it was all so much, but she still wanted more. 

carl was respectful, he always had been, but aniya needed him in a different way now. needed to feel him deep inside of her, fucking her until she saw stars. she reached behind her to grab his hands and drag them down to her ass, placing them there. 

carl squeezed her soft ass immediately, prying her cheeks apart before letting them recoil against each other. that was all the signal he needed to finally be unbridled with the respect to hold back.

he pistoned into her with so much fervour, sweat slicked across their bodies. the humid fiji air felt like nothing compared to the heat radiating off them. he was so, so deep, his tip practically protruding from her toned stomach. 

aniya fell back onto the bed, trying to escape the ramming of his dick inside her. carl used her ass cheeks to anchor himself as her ground up into her, scraping against her gummy walls.

but she was so far now, too far. carl wanted to be in her skin, never be away for a second. he flipped her legs up, making her knees cock backwards while he rose onto his feet, all without leaving her warm hole.

he fucked her in mating press, grinding his dick at an even deeper angle in between strokes. her eyes welled up again and loud moans left her lips, but carl took it in stride, “god aniya, I can stay this deep in you forever…” he panted out in between grunts, “would you let me? please?” 

he asked in such a sweet tone, his glasses slipping down his face from the sweat. she took hold of the glasses and put them on her face, then looked at carl with those big brown doe eyes and he was done for.

he used the last of his will to pump into her a few more times and reached around for her clit, feverishly rubbing at the nub to chase her release too. carl came first, weeks worth of semen emptying into aniya and filling her up, he hissed at the sensation, her pulsing walls overstimulating him.

the heat from carls cum sent aniya over the edge after him, “ohmygod ohmygod ohmyg-” liquid coated carls abdomen, squirting out of aniya. he dragged a finger between the ridges of his abs, gathering her arousal before sucking it clean off his fingers. 

carl lifted aniya’s limp body onto his, ensuring his dick doesn't slip out of her, “there you go baby… you did so good for me.” he took his glasses back to return his sight and fully relished in the moment. they were connected not just in body but in soul, every core belief they possessed was shared between them. 

they sat there together, regulating their heartbeats until they were in tandem. aniya sluggishly spoke up first, “wanna go again? we have the hideaway until tomorrow morning anyways…” 

carl was momentarily stunned before chuckling. instead of responding, he snapped his hips to meet aniya's earning an offhanded yelp from aniya. he slowly eased his dick out of her and watched her cunt flutter at the emptiness. his cum was starting to seep out, but carl leaned back onto the bed and pushed aniya’s pussy up to his mouth.

carl dug his tongue into her hole, tasting the mixture of both of them together before grinning to himself. he could keep going as long as aniya was willing, 

“let's make the most of the night then.”

nic and olandria had just finished a day of magazine shoots, brand meetings, and other forms of busy work. at long last, they were finally back to their shared airbnb for their stint in LA.

“finally!” nic let out a heavy sigh as he collapsed on the couch “today was so long, right ola?” the tiny woman slinked over to him and laid down in the crevice of his arms, “i don't know...i had fun,” she started “i mean ive always wanted to model, so now that i am i feel…fufilled? you get what im saying?”

nic chuckled at her signature catchphrase and planted a kiss to her temple “i know exactly what you mean baby,” nic couldnt be more proud of olandria for finally achieving her dreams, and he was standing ten toes behind her.

they laid in comfortable silence for awhile, aimlessly scrolling as they basked in each other's comfort. just then, a quiet gasp was elicited from olandria as she scrambled to bring the phone to her lovers face, “nic can we go live? on your phone?”

nic eagerly agreed, always wanting to feed their fans with more crumbs.

“okay sit here,” olandria scrambled to get her phone set up as nic got properly situated in the couch “i'm about to go live nickypoo, just go along with me” and with that olandria reaches over to the phone and starts the live.

“hey yall!” she began “we missed you guys” olandria added with a grin on her face.

nic was waiting for his moment to interject, but he liked seeing her confidence radiate. she found her place in the space next to nic and cuddled up to him, bringing the phone close to their faces.

“whats upppp guys” nic finally got in, “isn't ola so cute when she's giddy?” olandria felt heat rise to her cheeks at the compliment.

the two got comfortable with olandria laying against his chest as they continued the live. they were sifting through questions when nic noticed one specific word was gaining traction in the chat

kiss

now, he and olandria had been kissing since leaving the villa. trust and believe, nic would super glue their lips together if he could. that's why he always carried around her lip combo, so she could reapply after he practically licked it off if her.

but something about being in front of a virtual audience begging them to lock lips had nic feeling embarrassed. “look at what the most commented word is,” he pointed at the screen while motioning to olandria. as her eyes locked onto the screen she giggled while staring at nic who quickly turned scarlet, “oh god, i'm blushing” as he tried to laugh away his embarrassment.

olandria laughed again at nics response and focused back on scrolling through her phone. his light sage eyes focused on her smile and then her lips. he reminisced at how soft and plump they would feel against his, how sweet they tasted when he nibbled on it. nothing like the stiffness of his former "connection".

nic felt himself getting hot and in an effort to cool himself down, he sat olandria up and propped the phone on the coffee table. he adjusted the camera one last time to focus on olandria at the back of the couch.

they continued answering questions for awhile until olandria suddenly playfully pushed into nic, laying across his body. they always itched to be in contact with one another.

the green-eyed man chuckled along at her antics, feinting falling over until he sat himself back upright. he wrapped his arms around her, encasing her body close to his.

nic felt comfortable like this, his girl pressed up against him. finally being able to show the whole world how much he adores her.

deciding to let olandria take the reins of the live for a bit, nic leaned back into the couch, hands traveling down olandrias lower half all the while. nic bit his lower lip as he drank in the figure of the woman lying before him.

his fingers ghosted over the side seam of her shorts, sending a shiver down her spine. olandria flicked a questioning glance back at him, wondering what his intentions were before refocusing on the live.

to be completely honest, nic found olandria really cute. like to the point of aggression. he liked teasing and getting a reaction out of her, his mischievous side wanted to see just how far he could push her on the live.

to make matters worse (for olandria), the roundness of her ass was sticking out at him, how could he resist? nic splayed his fingers and grabbed a handful of ass, squeezing before quickly releasing.

a shocked gasp left olandria as her head whipped around to see nic burst out in laughter at her reaction, “you should see your face!” nic practically keeled over with how hard he was laughing at his lover. all the while, olandria was already planning to exact revenge.

without warning ola sat down right on nics lap, her core dangerously close to nics crotch. and nic, for once, found himself completely silenced. the once comedic live had turned into a treacherous dance of arousal. who would be the first to snap?

olandria “readjusted” herself on nics crotch before deciding she's tortured him enough and pausing her movements. a low, shaky breath leaves nics lips and floats into olandria ear drums. olandria leaned forward to continue reading comments, now fully aware of her effect on nic.

nics hands found olandrias waist, carefully moving her around to chase that delicious pressure. eventually they slid down and swept across her smooth legs, holding her in place on his lap.

feeling her soft legs up with her pillowy ass snuggled cozily into him was nics own personal heaven. leaning into the nape of her neck, he took a deep inhale of her scent, a sweet and sultry mix. nic could honestly stay like this forever.

nics hands found olandrias waist once again as she adjusted herself on his lap, wincing at the weight of her and finally whispering a low “i want you right now ola,” into her ear before his hands started roaming around her legs once again.

olandria froze momentarily before she realized that she had very much awoken the beast that was nicolas marcel vansteenberge. as his hands started to travel further up her body, olandria began to move quickly, “okay yall we’re gonna get a bite to eat! we’ll come back sometime tomorrow!” olandrias hands make quick work of turning off the live until nic physically lifted her small body and turned her to face him.

the pupils of his light-sage colored eyes were dilated and low. he looked almost animalistic, but there was a glint in nics eyes that showed that he still had some rationale left.

nics lips ghost over olandrias as they land on her neck instead, trailing wet kisses up the side of her neck before nibbling on her ear. nic licks the outer part of her ear before asking “can i take care of you?”

olandria felt safe in nics arms, like it was okay to finally relinquish control and be comfortable. with an affirming nod on her end, nics hand takes the place of his lips on olandrias neck and guides her mouth to meet his.

their lips crashed together in a fit of passion that was now familiar to them, that just felt right. deep moans reverberated from nic as his tongue licked into her mouth and intertwined with hers, she always tasted so good to nic.

high pitched whimpers left olandrias mouth in between the pockets of air of their heated make out session. olandria caught nics bottom lip in between hers and sucked, effectively drawing his soul out of his body.

they broke apart for a second for nic to really rake in olandrias beauty. how perfectly her waist fit into his large hands, how good her ass felt rutting against him, how alluring her boobs looked pressed against him.

nic flopped olandria onto the couch and practically tore off her jacket and top before his eyes came face to face with the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen in his life. nics hands couldn't help reaching down. just to touch, just to feel how soft they were, just to brush a thumb over each nipple to see how olandria would shudder at the contact. before he could think, the lust filled man dove down and took one nipple into his mouth while twisting the other with his fingers.

he detached his lips just to move to the other nipple at neck breaking speed. nic couldn't get enough of the delicacy before him, he wanted to devour her all for himself. olandria didn't have a clue of how much control nic had to muster not to plow her into the mattress every time they so much as kissed. now he gets to take his time with her and finally go all the way? he was going to make sure this lasted.

sitting up, nic threw his sweater off and refocused on the goddess below him before yanking off her shorts. her panties were already soaked and filled the room with the scent of her arousal. nic leaned down and ran his thumb between her clothed folds, eliciting a moan from olandria. nics dick jumped in his pants as he reached down to palm himself, “ola you dont even know what you do to me...”

the woman turned away at his words, suddenly conscious of just how vulnerable she now was. before she could close her legs, nics hand yanked her panties off and licked a stripe up her pussy before sucking on her swollen clit. a moan ripped through olandria and nic continued to consume her arousal, licking, sucking, nibbling, whatever it took to get a reaction out of olandria.

“n-nic im close-” olandria manages to get out in between his ministrations. nic pulls away before pulling down his shorts and finally freeing his dick. he hisses at the cold contact with the air before pumping it a few times and introducing it to the warmth of olandrias insides.

nic eased himself into olandria ever-so carefully and tenderly, letting the warmth overtake his entire body. it took every ounce of strength and pride for nic to not immediately bust after coming into contact with olandrias walls, “is this good O?” he manages to grunt out between heavy pants.

she weakly nods before nic starts his debaucherous descent into madness. with each slow and deep thrust, lust clouded every corner of his mind. nic made sure to really stretch her out and make her pussy walls remember the shape of his dick.

olandria watched a bead of sweat fall from nics forehead trickle down his abs and clenched at the sight, sending nic lurching forward to keep himself grounded. his hands found solace on the sides of olandrias head before one came down to bring her legs onto his shoulders.

nics hand creeped down to circle her engorged bud as he started to pick up the pace with his thrusts. each one hit so deep inside of olandria, pushing a moan out of her, “f-fuck nic!”

nic grinned at her face contorted in pleasure and cocked his head to the side, “you take me so well” he cheekily got out between his relentless thrusts. olandria responded by fluttering around his length once again. she was close and he had to take care of her first and foremost.

the flushed man moved at a relentless pace while circling her clit with one hand and pinching her nipples with another. olandria continued to let out a string of moans and curses at nics speed. with a last “it's like your body was made for me ola,” the tension inside of her snapped and she gushed all over nics flushed dick.

with the last clenches of olandrias orgasm, nic spilled into her, a deep moan erupting from the depths of his soul as his eyes fluttered shut. he collapsed on top of olandrias tiny body before sitting up and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. surprisingly wholesome considering he just pounded her into the couch.

“best 25 seconds of your life right?”

olandria swatted at nic while giggling before he settled back down and cuddled into her, drifting off to sleep.

nic knew olandria was the one the second he had that baby with her in the villa, he just didn't want to scare her away. waiting years to propose to the love of his life ate away at him, but it was worth the wait for his beautiful fiance. 

wedding preparations were in full swing, and olandria looked as radiant as ever to nic. the way she would command and take charge during meetings with their wedding planner had nic basking in her glory.

it also kinda turned him on.

planning the future with his olandria had him thinking about kids, pets, just anything and everything together.he decided to take ola on a date to shower her with more love and excitement than he already had.

“it's truly so crazy to think that meeting on that island all those years ago led us to now, imagine if I never went after they begged me!” olandria exclaimed through sips of wine. 

nic nodded in agreement, “I like, think it was fate. the fijian gods knew we were meant to be,” nic wiggled his eyebrows eliciting a giggle from ola. her hand reached across the table to playfully swat at him.

her laughter died down and she suddenly got serious “you know nicky poo…” she began in a rich and sultry voice, immediately grabbing nic’s attention, “wouldn't you say it's about time we start planning for kids?” nic cocked an eyebrow, “didnt we already talk about how many we wanted during the challenge?” 

a sly grin crept up olandria’s face, “no, not like that,” she said while the tip of her heel grazed nic’s leg and traveled upwards, “I mean trying for a baby.” nic froze, almost choking on his wine. a cough sputtered out of him as he looked around to make sure no one else heard the deadly words from his fiance's mouth.

“Jesus, O you're gonna kill me one of these days,” he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he tried to calm himself. nic had always imagined the mini marcel and hilton’s running around their Houston home, but he never quite thought of the process leading up to it. how pretty and round olandria would look, buying baby clothes, decorating a nursery, all the fun stuff.

but actually getting her pregnant…? up until now they had been careful to always use protection so neither of their careers would be put on pause for an early family. nic’s dick practically twitched in his pants as he imagined fucking her raw for days until his cum flooded her hole. 

nic’s hand moved down to adjust himself and olandria took notice. her foot slipped out of her heel and caressed up nic’s calf, reaching his inner thigh and maneuvering around his hand. nic jerked forward at olandrias toes brushing against his growing erection chasing the pressure, “fuck ola…” his hands gripped at the table cloth as he trained to gain a semblance of composure.

olandria giggled as she pulled her foot away, watching nic buck the air for a second at the loss of contact, “can't believe you weren't already thinking of trying for a baby… I think we can start tonight,” a sly grin overtook her face as she took another sip of wine, “finish your food baby, you're gonna need all the energy you can get.”

—-----

nic barely made it through the rest of that dinner. what with olandria’s occasional ministrations and insinuations coupled with the blatant dirty talk. her talents were unmatched, only she could turn dinner into foreplay that damn near had nic busting at the seams.

the car ride back wasn't any help either. nic could see ola adjusting in her seat to relieve the pressure building up inside of her. her hands would occasionally rest on nic’s thigh mid drive and squeeze dangerously close to his pulsating dick. the second they pulled into their lengthy driveway, olandria found herself airborne as nic ripped her from the passenger seat and carried her inside over his shoulder. 

nic playfully smacked her ass and watched the recoil, “this is for edging me all through dinner by the way, let's hope you can still walk tomorrow,” olandria squealed as nic gently placed her down on the couch in their living room. he could barely make it much farther, his dick was begging to be free from the confines of his tailored slacks. 

the dim moonlight basked over their bodies through their floor to ceiling windows as the stars decorated the sky. sultry music began to dimly play through their surround sound system as nic unbuttoned his dress shirt and ripped off his suit jacket.

“you look so beautiful in this light O…” nic lowered himself to place a chaste kiss on her lips before turning her around and kissing between her shoulder blades. as his fingers worked to unzip her backless dress, he trailed pecks down her back and licked all the way back up her spine once the dress slipped off her satin skin. 

nic turned olandria over then, reveling at the richness of her skin in the moonlight. her beauty always struck nic, she was unreal, divine even. as if she could only be an otherworldly being.

the smooth curve of her breasts were interrupted by the sharp peaks of her nipples. nic descended on her then, licking and sucking with barely contained fervour. 

olandria cried out at the sudden contact, “nic” she moaned out, unable to stop herself from arching into his lips. nic detached himself from her chest to kiss down olandria’s body, stopping at her tummy. his splayed fingers gently caressed her stomach, imagining their baby in her. he looks up at olandria then and places one last kiss on her stomach before speaking again, “imagine how pretty you'll look O,” at that he rips her panties off making a mental note to buy her another pair,  “all round for me after I fill you up…” he whispers out while caressing her stomach. he places one last kiss to her ochre skin before sliding down the long couch and pushing her legs far enough apart to see her pulsating cunt staring back at him. 

nic licked his lips before he dove in. his lips latched onto her and began to suck with fervour, as if he couldn't get enough. his eyes immediately shut as he drowned in olandria. his tongue prodded into her drenched pussy, maneuvering the muscle to tongue fuck her cunt. he was eating like a starved beast and olandria could barely keep herself from squealing. her back was arched off the long couch and her almond nails pressed crescents into the fabric as she tried to keep herself grounded on Earth, “n-nic I’m close,”

at that he, reluctantly, detached himself from her pussy, finishing with a single lick to her clit. 

olandria shuddered at the loss of contact, partially confused until nic ripped his belt from his pants and fastened it around her wrists in front of her stomach, “if it gets to be too much, tap me two times or tell me, okay?” olandria weakly nodded and nic continued on, sliding his slacks and boxers off. his dick looked angry, veins pulsing and his tip flushed red. he hoisted olandria upwards and sat comfortably on the couch before placing her on his lap with her bound wrists comfortably behind his neck.

olandria began to squirm, she was so close to feeling the relief of release and being fucked within an inch of her life. unfortunately for her, nic felt he hadn't sufficiently toyed with olandria like she did the entire dinner and car ride back. he took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking like he could milk out of it himself, “imagine how much bigger your boobs will be when you’re pregnant too… I don’t know if I can handle them getting any bigger,” he smirked at his own words before looking up at olandria only to be met with the most devastating sight. 

ola’s eyes were hooded, even more low and sultry than they normally were. her lower lip was caught in between her teeth as she barely contained her lust. she maneuvered her sopping cunt down onto nic’s thigh and began to ride him, chasing her own relief. he was in awe of her, of how desperate she was. nic experimentally tensed and relaxed his thigh to elicit a reaction out of her, watching how olandria’s body jerked at the change in firmness, “fuck O you’re so sexy,” his hand slinked down his abs to palm his aching dick at her movements. she always knew how to get a reaction  out of him.

when she quickened her pace, nic grabbed onto her waist to stop her. controlling her movements to a dangerously slow pace. as her whines got louder to signal how close she was nic lifted her off of his thigh, watching the string of her slickness follow. nic removed one hand to pump his cock a couple times before lining it up with her entrance. nic eased her down onto his dick, gasping at the warm closeness of her walls. 

nic began to slowly fuck into her, rolling his hips upwards to meet hers. olandria moaned out at how deep she felt him sitting on his dick. every time his hips moved upwards he stretched her out in a way that felt so good, olandria felt her walls flutter sound him. “nic you’re so deep, I need more,” 

he was barely keeping it together, but he felt more than compelled to do whatever she requested. nics hips began to snap upwards into her, pistoning dick in and out of her. he groaned out at how slick she was, how good she was taking him and ola met him with whimpers and whines of her own. the sounds of their skin slapping together coupled with their discordant moans reverberated off the high walls of their home.

nic felt his climax quickly approaching the second he looked down to see where his dick disappeared into olandria’s pussy. he quickly stopped himself, holding onto her hips before lifting her off of him. olandria was breathlessly manhandled to have her ass up toward him while her face planted in the couch. her bound wrists rested between her knees and she turned her head as much as possible to see him.

nic spread olandrias folds once again, reveling in how red her pussy was from being bullied by his dick. he couldn’t stop himself from getting a couple licks in before sliding his dick into her again. he plowed into her at a relentless speed, earning a whiny “nicccc-” from his fiance. 

 “yeah? you like that baby?” he managed to get out between thrusts, “gonna fuck you so deep and breed your pussy over and over,” olandria clenched at his words and moaned out in response. 

nic felt himself reaching his climax once again. determined to make her cum on his cock before he emptied into her, nic lifted her up once again, carrying her tiny frame to the full length mirror near their front door and continued to fuck into her standing up, “you see that ola? you see how deep my dick goes into you?” he said with a particularly hard thrust whispering into her ear, “and you just take me so well, hm? you want me to fuck a baby into you that bad?”

olandria’s walls squeeze and she barely nods at his words, crying out at his pace. her restrained hands manage to reach her clit and start rubbing furiously to add to the building pressure. “n-nic I’m gonna cum!” her dangling toes clench as she feels the coil in her stomach start to unravel.

she came with so much force that she convulsed forward, barely able to hold her body up. nic continued to fuck her through her orgasm, chasing his own release, “fuckkkk take all of my cum O, don’t let a single drop go to waste.” nic emptied ropes of cum into her, balls twitching and contracting from how much he was letting out.

nic pushes himself deeper into her one last time before he carries olandria back over to the couch. his biceps were screaming at how long he was carrying olandria, he’d definitely feel sore tomorrow. ola’s back hit the couch and melted into it, feeling the tiredness wash over her. nic finally pulled out of ola, watching her gaping hole flutter and his cum seep out.

nic’s long, slender fingers pushed his cum back into her, not letting any of it escape. he couldn’t help himself from letting his lips descend on her sensitive pussy, slurping on her clit once again while he slowly fingered her. olandria shrieked, trying to push nic’s greedy self away from her. he eventually detached and removed his fingers from her cunt, bringing them up to her lips. olandria’s mouth enveloped his fingers, her tongue swirling around them to taste the mixture their cum. nic took his fingers back and kissed her sloppily, tasting both of them on his tongue now. he pulled back and watched a trail of their saliva follow before disconnecting. 

“fuck… do you think if I fuck you again we’d get twins?” olandria breathlessly giggled and playfully slapped him on the shoulder, “aren’t you the registered nurse? shouldn’t you know?” 

“oh, huh. you’re right. I definitely remember a chapter in the NCLEX about fucking your hot soon-to-be wife a ton of times to get her pregnant,” olandria and nic met each others eyes and broke out into a fit of laughter. he slung her over his shoulder once again, keeping her wrists fastened before walking down the hallway to their bedroom. 

it was going to be a long night.

the two engaged in small talk while walking over to get their wine for the night. nic grabbed her glass and handed it over before grabbing one for himself. the pink sweater-clad man attempted to pull olandria to talk but chelley’s glowing arm was linked in olandrias before nic could even blink. “sorry nicky-poo, but i needa talk with my girl!”

he watched the two go off to their spot and figure he might as well share his never-ending thoughts with ace while olandria is with chelley.

nic and ace went to sit at the barstools in the kitchen area, before ace could even get situated, the words began to flow out of nic, “bro, i think, like, i might be cooked,” ace stares with his eyebrow raised, willing him to continue, “i haven't felt this way in ages”

ace snickered to himself as nic went on, “today was so fun, like, that was the first time we've kissed since soul ties” and boy did nic think about that soul ties kiss often. the passion of their heated-makeout session had put him in a trance. he yearned to feel her plush lips envelop his once again, but he knew he had to be patient. to strategically wait until he could be with her again and she would give him the greenlight. he finally got to taste her again in the challenge today and he took full advantage of it, even going back for seconds.

“flirting with her is just fun as fuck and i just- ...i get the flutters” nic sips his wine as ace laughs in disbelief at how smitten his notoriously unserious friend is.

“bro,” ace starts “that's what love is supposed to feel like you know? like you feel like a kid when you're around your partner”

love. the notorious “L” word. as someone who would throw it around rather casually in the past (to 50 people at that) nic feels like he's uncovered a whole new meaning of the term. someone who he can be himself with but also helps him grow. someone that makes him feel like a kid again, but also who he can see himself with in the future. someone who's the yin to his yang.

someone like olandria.

nic found himself nodding at ace’s words and verbally agreeing with ace. he wouldn't mind being in love with olandria as long as she let him. ace went on, “if she makes you feel like that, don't be scared to dive in.”

nic’s eyes began to wander at that last statement until they landed on olandria behind him talking with chelley. he tended to do that, looking for her when she was in his vicinity. his hands would itch to be on her and not even in a sexual way. he just wanted to feel her presence, feel the warmth of her body near him. it was just comforting and familiar.

“hey ladies” nic goofily called out across the villa to olandria and chelley. as the girls laughed at nic’s antics, him and ace turned back around to continue their conversation on nics growing feelings

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some time later, nic was missing his girl. after their kisses in the challenge today and the handful of ass he was able to get from her, his need to feel olandria had only grown. strolling over to chelley and olandria (because he'd never make her walk over to him) and smiles at how focused she looked in her conversation, it was cute.

“sorry to interrupt ladies, but could i pull olandria for a chat?” olandria agrees and motions to stand. chelley meets olandria’s eyes with a knowing glint in them. the woman before him had her demeanor shift very subtly. nic noticed a blip of nervousness in olandria before she quickly regained her composure. what was that was about?

holding her hand, the couple made their way over to the speakeasy so they could be secluded from everyone else. nic's eyes raked over olandria's body as she led him. olandria always looked good, but red was a seriously lethal color on her. it made the undertones of her skin shine through, and she looked radiant, ethereal even.

as they talked in the speakeasy, nic could feel the nervousness bubbling off of her. despite her typically having a strong personality, nic loved when she got like this. it meant he had an effect on her and nic liked that. it was cute, so cute he wanted to kiss her nerves away. to kiss her so deeply she'll be as infatuated with nic as he was with her.

“i like these two pieces of hair you have here,” the very same two pieces she almost always had out, that had been on another islander who shall-not-be-named. he was just spitballing until he could find an opening to kiss her or to let her kiss him. taking care of olandria almost came naturally to him after this romance was rekindled, but he knew not to push her too far when making progress. she had to have room to make her own decisions.

“thank you nicky,” she beamed at him, he really never understood how taylor couldn't compliment her as if she's not the most beautiful woman the world had ever seen? “let's go to the photobooth!” olandria suggested and stood up. hand in hand they strolled out of the speakeasy to the photobooth just around the corner.

olandria glanced down at her outfit and then nics “our outfits are so different, it's so funny” with no hesitation nics sweater was off his shoulders. like hell he'd want to mess up her pictures. he slid into the photobooth and olandria followed suit and sat comfortably on nic’s thigh.

the feeling of her soft ass was reminding him of how she had him just the other night. rutting against her for any sort of friction. he wouldn't mind being in that position again, as long as it made olandria feel safe and in control.

snapping back to reality, the picture booth began to take pictures. his large hands found purchase on olandrias barely-there waist, caging her in and keeping her close to him.

one heart pose and back hug later, nic found himself waiting for olandrias next command. he idly grabbed the sides of her waist and olandrias hands fell on top of his and snaked them up her body.

with no hesitation, nic’s hands shot up to her boobs. they were just as supple as they looked. nic could already imagine himself drowning in them. drawing a nipple into his mouth and nipping at the bud, swirling it around with his tongue.

unconsciously he began to bite his lower lip and the photobooth snapped another picture. something in the air shifted then, like the tension between them had be heightened. nic heard the faint thudding of olandria’s heart in her chest. nic figured it wouldn’t hurt to give olandria a little help with initiating a kiss if she was this nervous.

turning her around at the waist, nic stares in olandrias eyes, then drops them to her lips. nic grins and olandrias lips find his as his hand finds solace on her neck for a split second before dropping to wrap around her waist. kissing olandria felt natural to nic, as if this is where his lips were meant to be locked for the rest of eternity. he actually wouldn’t mind that.

the initial kiss was slow, deep, passionate. if signified all their emotions they couldn’t properly express verbally. and their lips began to tangle further, the last snap of the photobooth picture was long in the past. there was no one else in this space now but them. fiery intensity built up inside of nic again, eager to ravish the deity on his lap.

nic swung olandrias leg around his other thigh so she was properly straddling him, all without breaking their kiss. her tongue darted out to swipe at his bottom lip for entrance and he granted it with no hesitation.

nic pulled away from the kiss for a second to really absorb olandria. the fabric of her dress rode up to expose her ass to the camera of the photobooth, wearing nothing but red lacy panties to match the color of her dress. nic felt his dick jump in his pants and palmed her ass since just a visual would never do it justice,

“youre so fucking sexy ola”

he squeezed, and the swell of fat in his hand was intoxicating. nic could have his hands roam all over olandria all day if she let him. the day his depraved mind take over would be such a memorable one. he’d finally get to talk her through it, take his time devouring every part of her body, suck and lick on every inch of exposed flesh he could see. but again, only if she let him. he'd do whatever she says, he wanted to serve her. treat her like the goddess she is.

unconsciously, nic began to grind his dick up into her clothed heat, relishing in the familiar feeling from the night ago. olandria let out a strangled moan and gazed down at him with dark eyes. her hand latched around his neck and led his lips up to meet hers once again.

and just like that, they found a rhythm. nics hips bucking up to relieve the pleasure building up inside him, meeting the dampness of olandrias panties grazing her core and eliciting sweet sounds of pleasure from olandria. all the while, she has jaw stuck in place via her assertive grip on his neck while his lips envelope hers.

olandria sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, sending the same buzzy feeling from their soul ties kiss tingling through nic and sets him dangerously close to release. “o-olandria im close” he manages to get out in between moans. he begins to pick up his pace, humping into her like a starved animal.

all at once, everything stops. the shy woman felt too much was happening too fast, and that she was too willing to take it that far with nic right then. olandria moves herself onto nics thigh again as she breaks from the makeout session and releases his neck to assess the damage.

nics pupils were blown wide and his hair was tousled in every direction. olandrias makeup had been in splotches all over the lower half of nics face. he looked up at her with his dilated eyes, eyebrows furrowed in desperation to finish after all the build-up. she should at least reward him after all that.

olandria momentarily stood to pull her lace panties down her legs. holding the fabric she readjusted her dress and looked as confidently as possible in this confined space. “since you so eager to finish, do it then. ill watch” and she placed her panties in nics palm.

all rationale had left nic at this point. without breaking eye contact, he fumbles his belt and pants zipper and frees his hardened dick from its confines, hissing at the feeling of the air against it. wrapping the soiled fabric around his shaft, nic jerks his cock with fervor he's never had before.

his eyes were trained on olandria and scanned her for a second, her perfect body, her big eyes focused on him and his pathetic form. “hah- fuck,” nic stared so intently back at her eyes, with as much promise and desire as he could. olandira had to understand that he was only this unraveled because of her. that every part of him was under lock and key until she wanted him. only then would he take charge.

his orgasm hit him like a brick wall, overtaking all of his senses. he let out a string of moans that were immediately muffled by the sound of olandrias hand on his mouth. she removed her hand a second later as he calmed down and caressed his hair, “you did so good nicky baby”

a toothy grin was plastered on his face knowing that he was able to please olandria. he liked being handled by her, touched by her. he felt reassured knowing that she liked having some semblance of control over him. once she finally felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable to be around him, she wouldn't even be able to remember commanding nic like this.

however as a freak, he didn’t mind olandria like this every once in a while.

nic gathered himself together after stuffing her cum-soaked panties in his pocket. olandria stepped out the photobooth and nic followed. the man was dazed and had his head in the clouds. nic was about to to wipe his lips before his hand dropped back down. he liked showing off olandria, showing off her makeup on his face to display how intimate they were with one another. that’s why he left the photobooth curtain slightly open the whole time, anybody who'd walk by or see them would know that he’s olandria’s just as much as she’s his. it was a mutual sense of ownership, but nic wanted to serve her every need on top of that. he was at her beck and call and would gladly walk through hell and highwater to keep her happy.

olandria placed a kiss on nics cheek as she strutted away back to chelley, his gaze followed her. he could really get used to this outside the villa.

everyone was settling into bed, the lights were out and some of the couples were trying to get some shut eye. with the faint light of his phone, nic navigates to his shared bed after successfully peeing inside the toilet this time.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to be in a couple with olandria again, and now he gets to actually sleep next to her? with (supposedly) no road blocks in the way?

the one shred of doubt in nics mind came from his uncertainty about whether olandria actually liked him romantically, or if this was going to be another platonic situation. seeing as he barely recovered from her rejection in the past, he really hoped it wouldn't be the latter. the man was determined to take it as slow as necessary if it meant olandria would open up to him in the end.

as nic got situated under the sheets, he saw olandria shuffling her legs under the blanket a bit, awake and still unaccustomed to cuddling in the villa. he found it cute at first, but a pang of sadness hit him as he realized why she hadn't cuddled with anyone thus far.

scooching a bit closer he leaned into olandrias ear and whispered “are you awake?” obviously knowing the answer but just wanting to tease her. she responded by flicking her foot towards him and a footsies match ensued as they tried their best to not wake the other islanders.

their playfighting was interuptted by the sounds of smooches fairly close by. the direction and volume of the noise alluded that chris and huda were getting...freaky, and they didnt want be awake to hear it.

nic eventually settled down, attempting to sleep when he felt heat and an ever-so-slight pressure on the front half of his body. he felt the warmth of olandrias smaller frame in the bed with him and suddenly became hyper-aware of himself and his surroundings. nic froze, not wanting to overstep but also desiring to be close to the woman in front of him.

the man tried his best to revel in the sensation while it lasted, but olandria was the one in control here. she always was, and nic knew with every fiber of his being that he wanted to serve her needs. she moved away from him and crooned her neck to face nic. her big, brown eyes somehow found his in the darkness and olandria whispered “can you cuddle me? please?”

something about her voice felt particularly vulnerable and delicate, as if she had been waiting for this semblance of affection all season. now that he had explicit consent to finally hold her close, he didn't plan on letting go.

he frees his arm from the sheets and wraps it around olandrias non-existent waist, finally relishing in her warmth against his body. fire ran through the current of his chest, stopping at his heart and sending prickles of heat all over his body. he felt like he was finally where he was meant to be after all these weeks with the person he truly adores.

before he could bask in the heat, olandria moved back towards nic again, pressing her ass into the perfect crevice nic created with the lower half of his body.

flutters erupted throughout his body, increasingly more aware at the soft, plush globe prodding dangerously close to his dick. heavier breaths began to overtake him. if she kept backing up, nic didn't know what he was going to do.

but then he thought back to olandria. how much he respects and understands her wishes to take things slow, especially after how taylor treated her. he never wanted to do anything she wasn't okay with.

nic lightly squeezed her waist in response to her advances, signaling he was okay with it, but didn't plan on overstepping her boundaries.

olandria responded again by grinding her ass into his already hardening dick, eliciting nics eyes to flutter shut as his jaw hung slack letting out a barely intelligible moan.

“fuck olandria…” his whispers dangerously close to her ear. she pressed back one more time to give nic the greenlight, he didnt have to be told twice.

lifting his leg to go over hers, he very carefully begins to dryhump her round ass like a dog in heat. panting at the delicious pressure against his already hard dick.

rutting against her made all the noise and static nic had been worrying about all day dissipate. he was here in the moment with olandria, chasing after a high he hasn't known since their heated make-out in soul ties.

nic wanted to last for her and show how good he could be, but olandrias body was too much to bear. before she even got fully situated, his peak crashes into him, cumming hard in his pants. his eyes rolled back into his head as he decorated his boxers with his release dedicated to the beautiful woman in front of him, all while softly moaning her name.

“ahn- o-olandria” he rode out his high, rubbing his softening dick in its sticky enclosure against her ass once last time with the wind knocked out of him completely.

nic finally found himself grounded back on earth and got up to freshen himself up in the bathroom and change his boxers. finding his way back to the bed, he leans on the bed, caging in olandria with his arms. her eyes meet his in the darkness and a meaningful glance was exchanged between them, both approving of what just transpired.

nic leaned down and whispered a soft “i really do like you olandria” and olandria responded by propping herself up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. nic grinned and pecked her back, knowing that if he continued they would end up disturbing the rest of the islanders. he crawled back into bed entirely too giddy and held her close as they drifted off to sleep.

he had so much to tell ace tomorrow.