Nova's eyes held hers for only a heartbeat longer before his lips found hers again.
This time there was no hesitation — the kiss was fuller, deeper. Gwen's arms looped around his neck, holding him close, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
Nova's hands tightened at her waist, the warmth of his grip making her shiver in the best way. Her legs squeezed lightly around his hips, pulling him even closer, and the kiss deepened again, the rhythm changing — slower only for a second before hunger took over.
He took a small step forward, never breaking the kiss, until her back met the cool surface of the wall. The contrast made her gasp softly against his mouth, and Nova swallowed the sound, his hands sliding slightly lower on her waist to keep her pressed between him and the wall.
Gwen tilted her head to deepen the kiss, lips moving with his in a way that was no longer careful — it was raw, urgent, needing more.
Every inch between them was gone now — just heat, heartbeat against heartbeat, breath against breath.
Nova's hands roamed with growing urgency, sliding up Gwen's sides until his palms cupped the curve of her ribs. She pressed into him with a low hum, her own hands slipping beneath his shirt, fingers splaying over the hard lines of muscle across his stomach and chest.
When his thumbs brushed just under the swell of her breasts under her crop top, Gwen's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away — instead, she pressed closer, deepening the kiss until it felt like neither of them could get enough air.
Her fingers traced up his chest, over his shoulders, then down his back, gripping him firmly. Nova's hands slid lower again, past her waist to grip the perfect curve of her ass, pulling her flush against him. The contact drew a quiet, needy sound from her, muffled against his lips.
Gwen shifted, the movement making their hips press together in a way that had both of them groaning softly. His hands squeezed, exploring the shape of her, while hers roamed up to the back of his neck, nails grazing lightly over his skin before returning to the planes of his chest.
The kiss broke for just a second — only long enough for both of them to breathe, their foreheads touching — and then they dove back in, lips crashing together with even more heat than before.
Their mouths moved together like neither wanted to stop, but their hands told an even more desperate story. Gwen's fingers hooked into the hem of Nova's shirt, tugging upward until the fabric bunched against his ribs. He broke the kiss just long enough for her to strip it over his head, tossing it aside before she was on him again.
Nova's hands wasted no time, slipping under the edge of her crop top, palms gliding over warm skin as he pushed it up slowly. Gwen lifted her arms, letting him peel it away, and the sight of her bare shoulders and toned stomach drew a sharp breath from him.
The moment the top cleared her chest, his gaze locked there — a black lace bra hugged her perfectly, the dark fabric a striking contrast against the creamy pale of her skin. Her breasts were the kind that fit perfectly in hands — not too small, not too large — the curve full and inviting beneath the delicate lace.
His thumbs brushed the undersides, just along the edge of the bra, and Gwen drew in a soft, shaky breath. Her low-rise jeans sat snug on her hips, exposing a tempting strip of skin between denim and lace, and Nova's hands lingered there for a moment before he let the crop top fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
They crashed back together, lips locking with renewed hunger, the heat between them sharp and urgent now.
Nova's mouth trailed from her lips to the line of her jaw, then lower, his breath warm against her skin.
When his lips found the side of her neck, Gwen's head tilted instinctively, giving him more. He kissed there slowly at first, then with deeper, lingering pressure, the faint scrape of his teeth making her exhale sharply.
One of his hands slid down, gripping the curve of her ass firmly, kneading with a slow, deliberate rhythm that pulled a quiet sound from her throat. The other hand stayed higher, fingers spreading over the soft swell of her breast through the lace, his thumb brushing across the peak in a teasing pass.
Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders, hips shifting against him with every squeeze and press. Nova alternated between gentle nips and heated kisses along her neck, the combination making her breath quicken until it came in soft, uneven bursts.
The hand on her ass pulled her flush to him again, the solid press of his body leaving no space at all between them, while the one on her chest explored the shape of her through the lace, each movement unhurried but full of intent.
Nova's hand slid from the lace to the small clasp at the back, fingers working it open with practiced ease. The black straps loosened and slipped from her shoulders, letting the bra fall away.
Her pale breasts were now bare to him, perfectly shaped, her skin soft and warm under his touch. For just a heartbeat, Nova's eyes lingered, drinking her in, before he dipped his head.
His lips closed around one pale pink nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth. Gwen's breath caught, her hands tightening in his hair as he sucked gently, then with more pressure, his tongue circling in slow, deliberate strokes.
The hand still on her ass squeezed in time with each pull of his mouth, the other moving to cup her free breast, thumb brushing lightly over the peak until it hardened under his touch. Gwen arched subtly into him, her quiet gasp turning into a low, needy sound as his mouth worked her with unhurried precision.
When he switched to the other breast, his teeth grazed lightly before his tongue soothed the sting, his free hand now roaming her side and hip, keeping her pressed against him.
Gwen shifted in his hold, and Nova loosened his grip on her ass, letting her legs slip from around his waist until her feet touched the floor again.
Her breathing was quick now, lips slightly parted as her fingers moved to the button of his pants. She popped it open, tugged the zipper down, and with a smooth pull, the fabric slid past his hips. The pants dropped to the floor, and Nova kicked them aside without looking away from her.
Her hands went immediately to the hard shape straining against the thin fabric of his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around him through the material, giving a slow, deliberate stroke that made his breath hitch.
Nova's jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as she rubbed along his length, her thumb brushing over the head through the fabric. The teasing pressure had him groaning low in his throat, his hips shifting slightly toward her touch.
Gwen's lips curved in a small, wicked smile at his reaction, her strokes becoming just a bit firmer, slower, like she was testing how much he could take without her going further.
Nova didn't give her the satisfaction of dragging it out. Instead, his mouth closed over her nipple again, this time biting just enough to draw a sharp gasp from her — the mix of pain and pleasure making her moan low in her throat.
He pulled back, his lips curling into the faintest smirk as his hand slid up, threading into her short platinum-blonde hair. His grip was firm but not rough, guiding her down slowly, his eyes locked on hers the whole way.
Gwen didn't resist — she understood exactly what he wanted. Settling onto her knees before him, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down in one smooth motion.
The fabric slipped past his hips, and the moment he was free, his cock sprang forward, the sudden weight making it tap lightly against her cheek. The contact drew the faintest blush across her face, but her eyes never left his, the corner of her lips curving up in the faintest, knowing smile.
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