Chapter 5 Abstinence

Elena

Niklaus and I have been abstaining for weeks. I was surprised he agreed to it, with how incapable he is of keeping his hands off me.

Four weeks doesn't seem long in the grand scheme of things, but the more I've got to know him, the more I've wanted to climb him like a tree. There is something about learning the tough, muscular football player's favourite movie is Moana.

It does funny things to your insides.

When I hold my arms up in the air, he sits up and pulls the T-shirt over my head. His brown eyes darken and the heat of his gaze travels over me, sending a jolt of anticipation up my spine. My bra goes next, his tongue immediately flicking over my already taut nipple. Traveling up my chest, he kisses his way to my mouth, grasping my face between his hands.

"Are we breaking all the rules?" he asks against my mouth. There's hardly any room between us and I swear this is the most content I've felt in weeks.

"Definitely."

Finally, his mouth meets mine, tongue exploring fervently as my hips develop a mind of their own and grind against him. Each swirl of my hips sends the most addictive wave of pleasure through me.

"God, I've missed you." His teeth nip at my bottom lip, voice low and strained. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that to me."

"Tell me what you want for Christmas or I won't let you come at all," I tease, reaching between us to grip him through his boxers. His shocked chuckle is instantly replaced with a low, throaty moan as I rub up and down. "Come on, Klaus, just one little Christmas present."

"I don't know!" My back hits the mattress as he flips us over, his hard body hovering over mine. He works his way down my body, stopping to lick and kiss every spot until his mouth is hovering right over the damp spot on my panties. He frowns as he looks up from the spot between my thighs, tugging at the lace. "These are in the way."

The second his mouth is on me I'm climbing, back arching from the bed, grinding into his face. Desperate, needy cries that he doesn't seem to give a shit about ring out as he takes his time, sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth. I can't take it. The pleasure rolls through me; a pleased grumble vibrates in his throat as his tongue pierces me, sending me tumbling over the edge, crying his name.

You'd think that'd be enough for him to relent, but it's not. He locks his arms around my legs, pinning me in position, gripping me tighter when the oversensitive and overstimulated aching has me trying to squirm away. The sensation is too much, and if my back arches off the bed any more, I swear I will snap. It's been weeks of just me and the shower head, so watching him bury his head between my legs and devour me, moaning happily, is more than I can handle.

"One more, baby." And, of course, my body does whatever he says.

"Clever girl," he coos, climbing back up my body, and brushing the hair from my damp forehead. I push his boxers down, letting his dick spring free, and move my hand up and down it, watching his eyes roll back in his head.

"Tell me what you want for Christmas, Niklaus."

He thrusts into my hand slowly. "How can you still think about Christmas when I just made you come twice?"

"Because it's important to me to do something nice for you."

"I only want you, Elena. Nothing you can buy me is better than the past four weeks with you. Give me more of that, and I'll be happy."

I pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his tongue. I'm lost for words. How could I not be? This man blows every negative thought I've ever had away. Why would I ever want to share myself, share him?

He kisses me, cradles my face, and gives me every sliver of his care and attention. His arm reaches toward the bedside drawer, and the words spill out of my mouth. "We don't have to use a condom...unless you want to. I'm on birth control, and I'm not having sex with anyone else. I trust you," I take a deep breath, "and I hope you trust me."

I don't think I've ever seen him speechless. He finally clears his throat after staring at me with a slack jaw for thirty seconds. "You're serious?"

"Yeah. I've never done it before but don't feel pressured."

"Neither have I. Oh my-fuck." He lines himself up and the anticipation is killing me. "You're sure?"

"Please, we've waited long enough."

Niklaus, sinking into me bare is like nothing I've ever experienced; everything is ten times more intense, and I can feel every bit of him. He's panting into my shoulder, letting me adjust after filling me.

"Oh my God. So, fucking good, Elena. Jesus Christ, you're so wet and ready for me."

He pulls back his hips and snaps them forward, skin slapping echoing around the room. My skin feels ready to burst into flames and every nerve is on edge. I want more.

"Hard and fast," I whisper, wrapping my legs around him and crossing my feet at the bottom of his back.

"I won't last." He groans. "You feel too good. It's taking every ounce of self-control not to go right now."

Using my feet to lift my hips and slide up and down him, rolling my hips when I get back to the tip.

I want him to pound me into the bed and see him lose his mind, but Mr Generous is too concerned about turning me into a quivering wreck. Again.

"I don't care," I tell him honestly. "Give me everything you've got."

Sliding his hands under me, his fingers wrap around to cling to my shoulders. I'm trying to hide the giddy expression on my face, but he spots it, and his lips tug into a smirk. "Wrap your arms around me and remember you asked for it."

Nobody can ever say Niklaus Miller doesn't know how to take instructions.

His hands pull me down as he drives forward, every thrust has me crying into his mouth, and digging my nails into his shoulders. My legs are shaking, and every time he goes deep, my back arches, and my legs tighten around him.

"Niklaus..."

"I know, baby. I know." His forehead falls to mine, his noses brushing against each other, and our mouths crash together desperately. "Look at you taking it all like a good fucking girl."

"I'm so close," I cry, gripping the back of his neck tightly with one hand and rubbing frantically between my legs with the other.

"Whose pussy is this, Elena?" he gasps, his thrusts getting rougher and sloppier.

"Oh my God. Yours. It's yours."

"Come for me. Let me feel you."

"Nick, oh fuck-"

My entire body thrashes, tightens, stills, and melts simultaneously. I don't know which sensation to run with, so I settle for disintegrating. His body collapses on top of mine, chest heaving, body shaking as I feel him throb and jerk inside of me, "Fuuuuuuck."

We lie there for minutes, stunned to silence, him still hard inside me, lazily kissing. I'm not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less.

"Merry Christmas, baby,"

"Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.