As responses went, his was most gratifying. Her lips had barely brushed his when the door was suddenly wide open and Nicholas was pulling her into his arms. Turning her against the open door, he pressed his body against hers until every inch of them was touching as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He seemed to be trying to punish her with the kiss, his tongue lashing her like a whip, but if it was punishment, it was one she enjoyed. As she had in her dream, Jo gave as good as she got, her tongue wrestling with his and fingers scraping along his scalp urging him on.
She was vaguely aware of the sound of tearing cloth, and then his hands were between their bodies and on her bare breasts. Nicholas growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating its way into her mouth, adding to the excitement. She wanted to reach between them and find his erection as she had in the dream, but her arms were above his, blocked by his shoulders and arms, so Jo had to be content with arching her hips to rub eagerly against him.
Nicholas responded by immediately releasing her breasts and pulling far enough away to reach for the button of her jeans. It freed Jo to reach for his, and she managed to get his belt and the top button undone, but had worked the zipper only halfway down when Nicholas suddenly knelt to tug her jeans down her body.
Jo stepped out of the pants when he got them to her ankles, and then he tossed them aside and turned to run his hands up the legs he'd bared. Nicholas leaned his mouth to press a kiss just above her knee and then to her inner thigh, and then he suddenly lifted her leg as he had in the dream and pressed his mouth to the center of her. Jo's whole body shuddered as his tongue suddenly rasped over the swollen, excited flesh, and she grabbed for the door handle to stay upright, relieved when he didn't continue the torment, but suddenly rose up to reclaim her lips again.
Nicholas gave her one hungry kiss, his hands working at freeing himself from his jeans, and then muttered apologetically, "I can't wait."
"Neither can I," she breathed, and then gasped as he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and carried her out to the bed. Jo gasped again when he dropped her on the mattress. She bounced once and then sat up and glanced down at herself. In his impatience, Nicholas had ripped her T-shirt up the front. She shrugged it off quickly, finishing in time to see Nicholas pull his own T-shirt off over his head, muscles rippling on his chest as he did. He tossed that aside, sending it across the room where it landed on the desk lamp, and then immediately stepped out of his shoes and pushed his jeans off his hips. His actions were quick and efficient and Jo didn't get much of a chance to enjoy the view. The moment he'd bared himself, Nicholas lunged on top of her.
Jo fell back with a grunt of surprise and then slid her arms around him as he claimed her lips once more. He didn't thrust into her right away as she'd expected, but instead reached between them to begin caressing her again. Jo hesitated briefly, unsure if his own passion had waned as he'd stripped, or if he thought hers might have, but when she felt the hard length of him against her hip, she decided he must think she needed more fire stoking. She didn't. The dream had been almost more foreplay than her body could stand, and all she wanted now was to feel his hard length inside her.
Without breaking the kiss, Jo pushed at his chest. She managed to catch him by surprise and sent him tumbling onto his back on the bed. Jo rolled with him, her mouth still plastered to his, and hips straddling him. She raised herself up and then dropped back down, taking him inside her in one swift action. She froze then, groaning along with him as he filled her. Nicholas fit her like a glove, snug and perfect, and she broke the kiss to peer down into his face.
He opened his eyes, and she saw that they were pure molten silver now. They were beautiful, and like nothing she'd ever seen. Jo simply sat there, impaled on him and staring until he raised a hand to caress her cheek and then ran it around to the back of her head to pull the scrunchie from her hair. Nicholas then buried his fingers in the long strands and pulled her down to claim her lips once more. As his mouth covered hers, he sat up, his chest brushing against her breasts, and then he slid his hands beneath her bottom and urged her up and then back down.
Jo moaned at the sensation that shot through her, and then took over moving herself. Wave after wave of increasing pleasure lapped at her brain and urged her on, and then Nicholas released her hips to cover her breasts instead, squeezing the round orbs and toying with her nipples.
Jo broke their kiss on a gasp as he tweaked them, her head dropping back, hair trailing down and tickling her back as Nicholas nibbled his way down her throat. She felt a nip of pain as his teeth scraped the exposed flesh, but it was followed by unbearable pleasure that joined the sensations already assaulting her and made her scream as the tsunami of all orgasms exploded inside her.