Chapter four – Bound in Her Heat

Nick's heart pounded in his chest as he stood outside Freya's apartment door, the memory of their last encounter still seared into his senses. The hallway was nondescript, the kind of place where lives intersected without notice, but inside that door was a world that had consumed his thoughts since the moment they'd parted. He knocked, a rhythm that felt like a secret code, and the door swung open to reveal Freya, a vision in silk and lace that stole his breath away.

She stood before him, a goddess in her domain, her eyes dark with desire. Without a word, she took his hand and led him to the couch, the air around them charged with an electric current that hummed with anticipation. Freya's silence was a command in itself, one that Nick was eager to obey.

As they reached the plush cushions, Freya turned to him, her gaze piercing through any lingering hesitation. She straddled him, her body a delicious weight upon his, and began to move with a slow, deliberate grind that forced a groan from deep within his chest. Nick's hands found her thighs, gripping them tightly as she set the pace, her hips undulating with a practiced ease that drove him wild.

Their kiss was a clash of tongues and teeth, a messy claiming that left no doubt as to who was in control. Freya's blouse fell open with a few deft movements, revealing the heavy swell of her breasts, her nipples straining against the lace of her bra. Nick's mouth was on them in an instant, his lips and tongue worshiping the soft flesh, each suckle eliciting a sharp gasp from Freya's lips.

This was no tease—it was a full-on sensory assault. Freya arched her back, pressing herself further into his eager mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. She wanted him to feel her, to taste her, and Nick was all too happy to oblige, his hands roaming over her curves, learning every inch of her.

Their breathing grew ragged as the intensity between them built, a symphony of moans and whispered curses filling the room. Freya's hands moved to his pants, deftly undoing them, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock with a firm grip that made his hips buck off the couch.

"Fuck, Freya," Nick gasped, his self-control hanging by a thread as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in long, languid pulls that had him seeing stars.

Freya's response was a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she positioned herself over his thigh, her lace-covered pussy grinding against the muscle, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through them both. Nick's fingers found their way beneath the lace, his fingers slipping easily into her wetness, exploring her folds before finding her clit, circling it with a pressure that made her whimper.

The handjob and dry humping were frenzied, a dance of desire that left them both flushed and trembling. Freya rode his thigh with abandon, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Nick couldn't resist, his mouth capturing one rosy peak, sucking and nipping as Freya's movements became more erratic, her orgasm building to a crescendo.

"Oh, God, Nick, I'm gonna come," she panted, her voice a ragged plea that spurred him on. He increased the pace, his fingers working her clit with ruthless precision as she ground against him, her body tensing before she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

But Freya was not one to rest on her laurels. She slid off his lap, her fingers working quickly to remove the rest of her clothing, her eyes never leaving his as she revealed her naked form in all its glory. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples large and begging to be sucked. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, framed by a neatly trimmed thatch of hair, her lips slick with arousal.

Nick's cock stood at attention, pre-cum glistening at the tip, a silent testament to his need. Freya dropped to her knees before him, her hand stroking his shaft as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste him. The sensation was exquisite, and Nick couldn't help but thrust his hips, seeking more of her warmth.

She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with expert precision. Freya bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her eyes locked on his, gauging his reactions, drinking in his pleasure.

Nick's hands were in her hair, guiding her, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she sucked him with wild abandon. The sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth, the feel of her wet heat enveloping him, was almost too much to bear.

"I'm gonna come, Freya," he warned, but she only sucked harder, her fingers cupping his balls, massaging them, pushing him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Nick came, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, his cum spurting into Freya's waiting mouth, which she swallowed with relish.

As the aftershocks subsided, Freya released him, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. But they were far from done. Nick, desperate to feel her tight pussy around his cock, lifted her onto the couch, spreading her legs wide to reveal her glistening center.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her wet folds before he thrust into her with one powerful stroke. Freya's back arched, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as he filled her completely. Nick began to move, his strokes long and deep, each one hitting a spot inside her that made her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their fucking echoing off the walls, a testament to their raw, unbridled passion. Freya's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and flushed. Nick couldn't resist the temptation, bending down to capture one in his mouth, sucking hard as he pounded into her.

Freya's hands were everywhere, clutching at his back, his ass, pulling him deeper, urging him faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back, her body meeting his with equal fervor.

"Harder, Nick. Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice a hoarse whisper that lit a fire within him. He obliged, his hips snapping with increased intensity, the sound of their bodies coming together a filthy symphony that drove them both closer to the brink.

Freya's pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building once more, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away. Nick could feel his own release approaching, a tingling at the base of his spine that signaled the end was near.

With a final, powerful thrust, they came together, their cries of ecstasy mingling as they rode the waves of their shared climax. Nick spilled himself inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, marking her as his.

Spent and sated, they collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in unison. Freya nestled into the crook of Nick's arm, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

"Well, that was quite the evening," she murmured, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

Nick chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'd say it was a resounding success."

Freya lifted her head, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Who says it's over?"

With a swift movement, she straddled him once more, her wet pussy grinding against his already hardening cock. Nick's eyes widened in surprise, a groan escaping his lips as she began to move, her hips undulating with a renewed energy that promised more pleasure, more passion, more of the explosive chemistry that had brought them together.

And as the night wore on, they explored each other's bodies with a hunger that refused to be sated, their lovemaking a dance of desire that left them both breathless and yearning for more. For in Freya's apartment, with the world shut out and their bodies entwined, they had found a paradise that belonged only to them—a place where passion reigned supreme and every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a testament to their unquenchable desire.