He'll be rewarded soon enough, that much she does know. Especially because of that whine.

Nick may love to please but Didi preferred to tease. Those little whines and that pleading look in his eyes was enough to make her feel that familiar stirring in her belly— a feeling that only intensifies when Nick gets serious, sucking like his life depended on it. She giggles at his eagerness before that too turns into desperate panting as he makes her feel good.

Every roll of her nipple sends a jolt through her that Nick soothes with his warm, inviting mouth— Didi now regrets not doing this on the bed. Soon enough her legs would be shaky and useless. She'll have to be careful she just doesn't collapse on him.

"Shiiit— You're too good at this," Is muttered under her breath, laced with a smile as she gets closer to coming undone— Thankfully for him and his clenched fists it doesn't take very long.

Her grip on his head is tight, clinging for dear life as she grinds against his skilled mouth, already feeling how her core clenches around nothing. For a brief second she imagines what comes after this, when she's momentarily spent and sated, limbs useless— there's an imaginary flash of Nick fucking her, filling her, and she's gone.

For one who never seemed to shut up in everyday conversation, she's very quiet when the tension snaps. That first wave of her orgasm hits, painting Nick's mouth and chin, and she could only gasp— Eventually her grip on his hair loosens, the hand on her breast drops, everything about her seems to relax at once and the moan of his name finally comes out.

                And  though  it's  obvious  that  her  body  is  enduring  wave  after  wave  of  an  orgasm,  he  does  not  stop.  He  continues  to  suck  at  her  clit  until  she's  satisfied,  until  she  tells  him  to  stop,  or  she's  beating  him  off  of  her.  And  the  digits  wrapped  so  tightly  around  dark  tendrils  pull  another  whine  from  his  throat.  God,  she  looks  so  beautiful  when  she  cums,  the  way  her  chest  heaves  and  she  grows  quiet,  but  only  for  a  moment.

Which, with how he suddenly bucks up into her like a madman, is probably the best idea she's ever had. Nick knocks what remains of her coherence right out of her head, eyes clenching shut as she suddenly struggles to breathe— she's been punched before, air being knocked out of lungs so abruptly that it feels like they're collapsing. If there was a positive version of that sensation, she was feeling it now.

By the time he reaches for her, pulling her tight against his chest, words have left her completely, nothing but a repetition of breathy moans and eventual cries of Nick! leaving her as her own orgasm grows closer and closer—

                Hips    stutter    upwards    as    his    cock    twitches    inside    her    fluttering    walls.    That    coil    had    wound    up    so    tight    it    finally    snaps.    Nick    cums,    just    as    she    had    asked    so    nicely,    without    a    second    thought    to    the    consequences    of    such    an    action.    Cum    first,    question    later    tended    to    be    his    motto.    The    man    exhales    harshly,    followed    by    a    moan    that    he    can't    seem    to    control.

                "    Fuck,    fuck,    fuck.    "