Richard followed Nadia into the quiet warmth of her home. The air inside was tinged with the faint scent of lavender and something subtly sweet—perhaps vanilla, perhaps her perfume lingering in the air. The dim lighting softened the edges of the space, making it feel more intimate, more secluded from the rest of the world.
She moved ahead of him, unhurried, yet with a certain purpose. Richard let the door click shut behind them, his gaze drawn to the slight sway of her movements as she slipped off her coat and hung it neatly by the entrance.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it hummed with quiet expectation.
Richard took a slow step forward. Nadia turned to face him, eyes bright, searching his as though weighing something unspoken.
"You didn't have to walk me back," she murmured, though her tone suggested she was more than pleased that he had.
"I wanted to." He met her gaze, unwavering, offering her the truth without hesitation.
A slow smile played on her lips. "You're full of surprises, Blackwood."
Richard let out a soft chuckle. "You keep saying that."
She tilted her head slightly, watching him in a way that made his pulse quicken—just a little. "I live alone."
Something shifted between them then.
When Richard reached for her, she met him halfway. His fingers found hers, warm and steady, before he guided her closer.
And when she tilted her face up toward him, lips parting just slightly in anticipation, he didn't hesitate.
His mouth found hers, and the world outside her little home faded into nothing.
The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as though they were both savouring the moment. When they finally pulled apart, the space between them buzzed with an unspoken promise.
"Where's the room?"
He glanced around, noting the elegance of the space, but his focus quickly returned to her. The way she stood there, poised yet slightly vulnerable.
She smiled, her lips curving into a soft half-moon. "Just behind that door," she said, her gaze lingering on the room behind her.
Richard didn't waste any time and stepped aside so could open the door, and pulled her before him so she would enter the room first.
He shut the door behind them, and guided her further into the room. In mid-step, he turned about and took both her hands in his. Tugging gently on them, he drew her towards the bed.
Her heart pounding hard under her ribs, Nadia followed his lead. She'd allow him to guide her, as he was the one who had taken the lead with such confidence and assurance.
They stopped beside the bed, and he took her in his arms. His mouth dipped down and their lips glided together, naturally warm and sweet, like a cup of sweet green tea.
His kiss was comfortable, becoming a familiarity that set her mind at ease. Nadia relaxed into his embrace, enjoying his affection.
His sneaky fingers smoothed along her arms, circling her neck, and craftily undid the button of her clothes. Slowly, he removed the fabric strips, and then he worked on her bra clasp. One hook at a time, Richard released her from her binding, freeing her.
When it was undone, he slipped the straps from her arms and pulled them away to reveal her breasts.
His breathing accelerated, and a soft, 'uhn' passed from his mouth into hers as his kiss became more passionate. Palming and kneading her heavy, tender breasts, he teased her nipples into prominence with gentle plucking. His thumbs rubbing them in circles between each light pinch to ease the pleasurable ache he coaxed into life.
Clinging to his shoulders, digging in her nails, Nadia threw her head back and let his mouth wander across her skin. He nipped her pulse, and kissed a trail downwards to her breasts. Gentle licking alternated with suckling, until her nipples were swollen and the heat between her legs became unbearable.
"Richard," she mewled, begging him for more, for everything.
He turned his attention to the other breast, giving it equal devotion, and Nadia's head spun as her blood pounded through her veins. She arched her spine, thrusting her breast even deeper into his mouth, feeling dizzy with need.
"Richard," she demanded, a little more urgent, a little less patient. "Please!"
A dark chuckle rumbled though him, and he obeyed, slipping his hands around her to begin tugging the zip down on her dress. He was slow, methodical, careful as he brought it down, and when it hit its end, he slipped her dress off her hips and let it pool at her feet.
With a last kiss to her nipple, he dropped to his knees before her, letting his mouth follow a path down her abdomen. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her giggle. His smile was wide against her flesh, as he took amusement from teasing her.
Nadia ran her fingernails through his hair, gently scraping his scalp, and Richard moaned in delight. He nuzzled the top of her mound through her knickers, and inhaled with an agreeable sigh. Fitting his thumbs under the waist band, he began to tug the silky garment down her hips, away from her body. As her pubis came into view, he licked through her damp folds, slow and thorough with each lap.
"So good," he whispered, delving in for more of a taste.
"So good," Nadia echoed back, angling her pelvis forward to give him a better angle.
The silk of her panties skimmed her calves as he continued pulling them down, and then he lifted her ankles and slid them off completely. He glanced up at her with hunger. "Lay back on the edge of the bed."
She did as he wanted, her legs dangling off the end and waited patiently as Richard bent each of her knees upwards, and undid her shoes, removing them from her feet. He kissed his way up her ankle to her knee on one side, and then unexpectedly stood up and leaned over her, pressing his palms into either side of the mattress beside her.
"Are you sure, you want to continue?" he asked, a bit concerned that they were rushing it.
"Yes, I am," she told him, reaching up and letting her fingertips slide over his jaw. "I'm a little nervous, I admit, but it's mostly because I just want this with you so much."
"Want me to slow it down?"
Nadia shook her head.
He bent his head and ghosted his mouth over the pinkish, thin skin of her bottom lip. "Alright."
She gasped as he dipped his head towards the bend in her neck, and licked and bit her gently over her pulse. The soft glide of his mouth over her throat made her tingle from head to toe. She whimpered and squirmed as the hem of his un-tucked, cotton shirt skimmed across her belly, adding to all of the overwhelming sensations.
"Relax," he whispered. He licked very lightly over her tiny earlobe, nipping it with gentle pressure. "I'll be gentle. Promise."
"I trust you," she reassured him and let her muscles go loose under his ministrations.
He pressed sucking kisses over each nipple once, before regaining his full height and unbuttoning his shirt, beginning to disrobe. Nadia watched through a half-lidded gaze as he slipped each button from its hole.
"Touch yourself," he bid in a dark, hungry whisper. "Cup your breasts. Play with your nipples for me."
Her hands roamed the length of her body, sliding up her long torso to mould and stroke her breasts. She pinched and pulled her nipples until they were taut and tender, and when Richard asked her to lift and spread her legs and caress her pussy, she did so without a moment's hesitation.
Under his heated, mesmerised gaze, she felt wicked and wild, and it was so liberating! The best part was his reaction, though.
His shirt was divested in a quick moment, his belt was undone, and his trousers taken down with an almost frantic eagerness seconds after that. Totally entranced by the show she put on for him, her nimble fingers dancing across her wet flesh, he absently shucked his shoes and the remainder of his clothing with haste, his gaze glued to the naughty occupation of her hands.
When he was fully naked, he gripped his cock and stroked it several times, continuing to watch her.
He nodded for her to scoot back to lie in the middle of the large black bed and Nadia excitedly complied. When she lay back again, her long, blonde locks surrounded her like a halo, tickling the back of her neck.