Trust Me- A Nicolandria Love Story

Simple Touch- Pt 2 (Physical)

Olandria practically teleported to the door, desperate to see her boo.

She flung it open without hesitation, yelling "Nicky!" with so much glee in her voice. Her whole 32 is on display.

The energy was perfect; anyone watching the pair would feel like they were watching a rom-com.

She jumps into his arms, and he catches her on instinct with one arm and balances her around his waist with ease.

"Babyyyy," he gushes out, adjusting her on his waist. He plants a big, wet smooch on Olandria's plump lips, causing her to laugh at the 'muahh' sound.

"I missed you so much," she expresses genuinely, pulling away to have a good look at him. His face is flushed, and his eyes are starry, staring right back at her deep brown ones.

She noticed his eye bags were much sunken in; she expected that, though.

Her poor baby, he must've been exhausted after working for 4 days straight.

She made a mental note to give him a back massage, something to help him rest.

"I missed you too, O," he whispers honestly, with a hint of want in his tone, just before dropping his duffel bag.

He uses his now free hand and grips the back of Olandria's neck with slight force, drawing her face to his before kissing her.

The kiss was needed. It starts off gentle, her mouth tilted against his, giving him access to slip his tongue in. She lets out a low moan, encouraging him to deepen the act.

Their tongues grazed against each other in a sensual yet insatiable manner.

He pulls away momentarily to look at Olandria, but she lets out this feverish, needy whimper that ignites something in Nic, as if she's telling him, 'don't stop.'

He loved hearing the want and need in her moans.

It made him want to withdraw all the money in his bank account and give it to her.

He pulled her impossibly closer, guiding her with his gentle hands on her waist.

One thing about Nic, he was rough and gentle at the same time.

He always found the perfect blend to make Olandria feel safe, but also to remind her why they call him Big Belgian.

Olandria wraps both arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more.

She bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling on it, before she sucked it, igniting an aggressive moan out of Nic. He grips her tiny waist even tighter; she was sure she'd be sore after.

She pulls back just a breath before she sticks out her tongue slightly, teasing him, exactly how Nic liked it.

"Bad girl," He praised her with a rough, teasing warmth in his voice.

He liked it when she showed out like this, when her shy side started to fade away.

He quickly smashes their lips together, sucking on her tongue slowly, the perfect pace for them. At this point, the kiss grew wetter and messier, the slickness of their mouths evident on each other. His slow pull on her tongue makes her melt; her fingers tighten in his shirt as he deepens the kiss even more.

The way Ola and Nic kissed was primal, almost animalistic.

They understood why the producers didn't air all their kisses- it was simply too much for TV.

"Fuck, O." Nic finally pulls away with a deep chuckle- gentle but dangerous. "I haven't even taken off my shoes, and you want to devour me," he teases her cockily, lips all pink and swollen