A sob broke from her throat, but the beat of her pussy told him her lust was amplified by his answer.
“Please. Please, Vidar.” She was trying to be mocking, but her words were thick, laden with need. “Please suck my pussy, my clit, while you’re finger-fucking me. Make me come before I die from your teasing.”
Restraint snapped, turning him into something he didn’t recognize in the slightest. Keeping his fingers inside her, he shoved his other hand under her ass and swooped down, tongue extended, lips open, ravenous for her.
At the first touch her taste exploded into his mouth, making him growl with pleasure. As he resumed fucking her with his fingers, Jasmina wrapped her legs around his shoulders, crying out his name so it echoed through the apartment. Lapping and sucking, Vidar wasn’t even sure what he was doing, only knew he wanted more and more of her decadent flavor, was incredibly turned-on by her screaming joy. Finding her clitoris, he swirled and flicked his tongue over it, heard her cries escalate.
He’d ended up flat on the floor. His cock was pulsing, his balls ached. Each time he licked or sucked at Jasmina he reflexively humped the rug. The combination was going to make him come. He knew it, but couldn’t stop what he was doing, driven to keep on until she begged him to stop.
“Yes—fuck—I’m gonna—Vidar!”
She screamed. Her body bowed up, her pussy clamped down, and the combination set off a fiery chain reaction in his body. Keeping his mouth over her drenched, succulent flesh he groaned with release, hips pumping in time with hers.
Her legs fell away as though boneless and the movements of her body slowed to the occasional tremble. The only sound was the rough rasp of their breathing, interspersed with soft moans each time an aftershock caused her inner muscles to briefly lock around his fingers.
“Oh, by the stars.” It sounded almost as though she might be crying and, suddenly fearful, Vidar lifted his head. But she was smiling, her eyes gleaming. “That was amazing.”
The thrill of masculine pride took him by surprise. The shock of renewed desire made him smile in return, but there was only one thing he wanted to say.
“More.”
Chapter Seven
Jasmina shuddered, her recently satiated desire spiking again at Vidar’s words and the heat in his eyes.
How had she ever thought him shy? He was a beast, and she was loving every moment of his attentions—even those surprising dominant tendencies. It had never been her thing before, but when he exerted control over her body, demanding her compliance, she went wild.
Who knew that’s what she needed in a man?
Apparently Vidar did…
She still couldn’t believe the intensity of their lovemaking. Just having him look at her reduced her to melting need, the expression in his eyes filling her with the kind of warmth that had nothing to do with the physical.
He’s your friend—now a fuck-buddy. Don’t spoil it by falling for him.
But as tender craving overtook her again, she worried it might already be too late.
Vidar was still watching her, his eyes sparkling until they looked like sunlight on the shallows of a tropical sea. With a slow, deliberate motion he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, lifted them to his mouth. Watching him lick her intimate essence from the digits brought a moan to her lips. His smile grew broader as he sat back and started unlacing his boots.
Going up on one elbow, she tried to give him a level look. “Do I get to play this time?”
He raised his eyebrows, tried to get his smile under control, but he couldn’t completely erase the happy set of his lips. “Was I playing with myself?”
Jasmina pouted. “I didn’t mean it that way, and you know it.”
Vidar chuckled as he pulled off his boots. “Well, I could let you take over, have your wicked way with me. Or—” Before she realized what he was going to do, he pounced. In a thrice he had her flipped and pinned stomach-down on the rug, his huge body bracketing hers. “Or you could be a good girl for a little longer. Let me kiss all these tattooed feathers on your back. Do anything else that might occur while I’m back here.”
“Shit.” Briefly she thought about struggling, even translocating out from under him, but knew she wouldn’t. Already excitement had her in its grip, was gnawing at her control. “Damn it, Vidar. Are you always so demanding?”
“Only with you, gorgeous.” His mouth was right at her ear, and she shivered at the need thick in his voice. “Only with you.”
She was trying to find a response, but his lips were already moving, finding the sensitive place beneath her ear, his tongue circling warm and damp on her skin. With a moan of surrender, Jasmina sank into the sensation, losing herself again in his caresses.
Never had a man made her feel as wanted as Vidar did. No other sexual encounter had touched her so deeply, or taken her past pleasure into almost drugged ecstasy. Each movement of his lips on her skin caused a shock of bliss, every time his hands came into contact with her flesh heightened her desire.
If she didn’t know better she’d think he was using sex magic on her, if not for the fact it always gave her a headache and was therefore easy to detect. His lips moved across her back, sweeping from one side to the other, the tip of his tongue tracing erotic sigils on her skin until she shuddered and moaned.
No, it was all Vidar, making her crazy with lust, her body writhing in impotent arousal as she longed for the night never to end.
“I need you.” The words came without thought, and his lips paused at the small of her back. “Please, Vidar. I need you.”
His growl of agreement fired sparks through her blood and as he straightened, freeing her lower body, she went up on her knees.
“By Freyja, Jazz.” He palmed her ass, his voice so low and thick she could hardly understand the words. “Is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?”
The flush of pleasure inundating her at his words stole her breath. She’d heard it before, but had never believed it—felt it—like she did right now. Before she could even think of a reply, his tongue rimmed her ass, and she cried out in delight.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
Apparently encouraged, Vidar continued the tender assault with lips and tongue. Drowning in bliss, Jasmina felt her legs start to give out, but Vidar had one hand under her, palm flat on her belly, and held her up.
Then his other hand curled under as well, and one big, blunt fingertip found her clit. With a shriek she was sure could be heard down in the street, she came again.
When her senses returned, she was lying on her side, locked in Vidar’s arms, the huge, gorgeous body cradling hers, his hand stroking her hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d taken off his pants, but was glad he had. The hard length of his cock rested against her hip, and she reached down between them to caress it lightly. Despite the second mind-blowing orgasm, she ached to have him finally inside her.
“I want this. Now.”
He shuddered, his arms tightening around her shoulders. But he didn’t move. Instead he drew a harsh breath and said, “You seem so tiny. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Once more warmth that had nothing to do with sex swept through her chest, and she leaned back so as to see his face. “I’m so ready for you, you won’t hurt me.”
But she could see from the shadows in his eyes he didn’t believe her, and his hand trembled slightly. Had something bad happened in his past? Some stupid troll woman make him think his cock was too big, or cried after he’d made love to her, saying he’d hurt her? Just the thought made her blood boil, but she tempered that emotion, not wanting him to see and think she was angry with him.
Reaching up, she stroked his cheek, and decided it was her turn to do some seducing.
“Trust me.” She whispered it, rubbing her thumb over his lower lip, letting a gasp slip free when he swiped at it with his tongue. “I’m so wet for you, so aroused, I ache for your cock. The only way I’ll be hurt is if I don’t get it soon.”
His cheek heated
under her fingertips, and his eyelids drooped. But he still wasn’t completely reassured. “Are you sure?”
Moving her hand to his shoulder, she gave a little push, following as he rolled onto his back. “More than sure.”
She straddled his thighs and wrapped her hand around his erection. It was so hard it stood straight up from his belly and she shifted forward until her mound pressed against it. Putting her feet flat on the floor and using her thigh muscles, she lifted up until the tip of his cock slid between the lips of her pussy. His eyes were wide, watching her face, but then they fell to where their bodies touched so intimately. His face tightened and his cock pulsed in her hand.
Knowing he was watching made the moment even hotter, and she couldn’t wait even a second more. Letting gravity do its job, she relaxed, arching as the thick head began its incursion, stretching her so gloriously she wanted to scream with delight. But she held it back, knowing Vidar may mistake it for something other than bliss.
“By the gods.” His voice, reverent, dark with pleasure, faded into a low, growling moan as more and more of his length pushed into her pussy. “By the gods.”
She would have agreed, except the ability to speak had deserted her, leaving her a squirming, mewling being of pure physical pleasure. She’d never felt so filled, completely possessed, and she loved it. Vidar’s face was growing red, and his hips flexed beneath her. What would it be like if he were on top, muscular ass driving his cock into her? She moaned, swiveled her hips, taking the last of his length, feeling the base of his cock pulsing just within the entrance to her pussy. His breath hissed in, and he froze, his gaze lifting to meet hers.
Bracing her hands on his chest, her hair cascading down to brush his torso, she started to rock, lifting and falling, riding him hard, unable now to hold back her moans of bliss. His hands closed on her hips, started helping her with her motions, his lower body rising to meet hers each time she pressed down. Vidar growled, a grimace of pleasure baring his strong, white teeth, the longer canines giving him a thrilling, feral expression.
Pressure began building low in her belly, ramping higher and higher with each move, each sound they made. He was about to come. She saw it in the way his face stiffened, felt it in the escalating motion of his hips, the bite of his fingers. Her orgasm was still a little way away, but it didn’t seem that important when she saw his head rear back, his entire body begin to shudder. Giving him pleasure, watching him achieve it, was all that mattered.
He slammed into her, his body bowed up, every muscle straining, but he came silently, as though the orgasm rendered him mute. Rocking against him, she hoped to prolong his pleasure, seemed to succeed as he shuddered again and again, relaxing incrementally between each aftershock. Although he was done, she couldn’t bring herself to disengage. Instead she repositioned her legs so as to be able to lie on top of him. Immediately his arms came around her, wrapping her in warmth and his earthy scent.
Sighing with happiness, Jasmina closed her eyes and snuggled into his neck. Was there ever a time she’d felt this content after sex, especially if she hadn’t come? Even with orgasms, all other men and her encounters with them faded into insignificance.
That knowledge gave her a little shiver of apprehension, and the urge to lighten her own mood. She kissed the underside of his jaw and murmured, “Maybe next time we can try the bed.”
Vidar made a sound deep in his chest and tightened his grip. She wasn’t prepared for him to roll over, and squeaked in surprise as he flipped her onto her back and settled above her. It would take some time to get used to how swiftly and gracefully he could move when he wanted to.
“Maybe time after next…”
His voice faded, leaving amusement and something darker lingering in the air between them. That’s when she realized he was still hard and, with a thrill of pleasure, wrapped her legs around his waist. The change of position made his pubic bone press against her clit, and she gave a little gasp, reflexively rocked against him.
He smiled, and she grinned back. “Yeah, definitely not this time.” She stroked his cheek, then ran her fingers into his hair. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you how much I like this new look.”
The touch of color staining his cheeks and suddenly shy expression in his eyes made her heart melt. “I’m glad.”
She wanted to ask if he’d shaved and cut his hair for her, but couldn’t bring herself to do it, unsure of which answer she’d want to hear. The intimate connection between them felt too intense as it was, and she didn’t want anything making it stronger. Yet Jasmina also didn’t want to hear him say it hadn’t been because of her.
Contrary bitch.
Vidar shifted, hips pressing closer and she gasped, gripping his shoulders as a shock of sensation fired out from her clit. He watched her face through heavy-lidded eyes, and flexed against her again.
“That’s so good.” She kept her eyes open, wanting to see his reactions. Anticipation made her inner muscles tighten with an uncontrolled spasm and a soft groan came from between his slightly parted lips.
“For me too.” Although low and rough, there was tenderness in the words too. He cradled her head in one hand, fingers twining through her hair, and his eyes drifted closed. “I can’t believe how good.”
Jasmina tried to move her pelvis, spur him on, but he was so heavy she was trapped. “You planning to just lie there for the rest of the night?”
The corners of his lips tilted up, and his eyelids fluttered although they didn’t lift. “No. I just want to savor you a little. This is very special to me.”
Why that should make her arousal increase, she didn’t know, but it did. A tingling wash made her nipples contract and goose bumps feather across her entire body. She slid her palms down to his biceps, exploring the hot, taut skin and squeezing the muscles. It felt almost surreal to be able to touch him however she wanted, and the sensation of his strong body over her, inside her, under her hands, was almost too sublime. Threading her hands under his arms, she trailed her fingers along his rib cage and around to the straining hills and planes of his back. Another shudder fired through her, and they both gasped.
Vidar’s eyelids rose, and Jasmina’s breath hitched again at the passion sparking in his slumberous gaze. Her mouth went dry, forcing her to lick her lips. His gaze fell to follow the motion.
“I want to kiss you.”
He sounded as though it would be an imposition, which considering the intimacy of their current situation should have been amusing. Strangely, there was nothing funny about it.
“I want you to.” And she did, with a sudden, desperate hunger. “Kiss me, Vidar.”
He didn’t look away from her mouth as his head dipped. Jasmina held her breath, her lips softening in welcome.
Their noses bumped, and Vidar drew back.
“Damn.”
She didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. Angling her face slightly, she raised her head and pressed her lips to his.
Vidar went completely still, his firm mouth resting, unmoving, against hers for a moment. Slowly she eased back and he followed, his lips shifting, finding the perfect position over her mouth, a low growl of pleasure vibrating from his chest into her skin.
Jasmina inhaled, just as his chest expanded on a deep breath too. With a shock of recognition she knew they were drinking each other in, cementing a connection already stronger than any she’d ever known. The thought made her lightheaded, but couldn’t force her to pull away. Nothing short of an explosion could do that.
The tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip and she moaned, opening for him, inviting him in. But he seemed determined to take his time, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh just inside her mouth, exploring the shape of her lips. A shudder went through her, and she brought one hand up to grip his hair, tightened her hold on him.
With a touch of her tongue she lured his deeper into her mouth and he groaned, his cock pulsing, sending a spear of pleasure into her belly. Their tongues tangled, and al
l she could concentrate on was this first incredible kiss. Everything else became secondary to the slick heat and sinuous motions of his tongue, chasing and caressing hers. When his retreated, hers followed and he sucked gently, coaxing her to explore his mouth in turn. Eagerly she complied, learning the shape of his lips through heated touches, nipping at him, releasing little gasps of joy each time she exhaled.
She was so intent on the sublime sensations flowing from the kiss it took a moment to realize his hips were moving and his cock sliding, slow and relentless, in and out of her pussy. Instinctively she lifted her legs higher, bringing her thighs up against his ribs, changing the angle of penetration. The next thrust made her whimper, and he broke the kiss.
“Did I hurt you?”
He tried to pull away, but she locked her legs around his waist and held him as close as she could. “No, oh no. Vidar, don’t stop.”
But his expression, part concern, part stubbornness, let her know he wasn’t convinced. “I felt it. I felt—”
He shook his head, searching for the words, and she cupped his face, lifted to press her lips to his in a brief, comforting kiss.
“Yeah, you bottomed out.” She couldn’t help a little huff of laughter as his eyebrows rose at the less-than-elegant saying. “But don’t stop. I couldn’t bear it if you stopped now.”
“Jasmina.”
It was a pained growl, and she knew she had him, despite whatever reservations he still had. Nothing wrong with sealing the deal with a little dirty talk.
Still holding his gaze, she lifted her hips as best she could and rocked against him. “I love how it feels to have you inside me. I can feel every inch of you, and every move you make just makes me hotter, wetter, takes me closer to coming.” She licked her lips, saw his eyes flicker down to watch the motion. “Would you leave me hanging, knowing just a little more is all I need?”
Vidar growled, already moving, muscles flexing as he withdrew and then thrust into her again. One hand slicked down to cup her ass, while the other remained entwined in her hair. Enveloped by him, held captive by his strength and focused attention, Jasmina surrendered to the moment—to him. Each plunge and retreat of his cock, every groan and growl Vidar made, took her closer to the edge. Digging her nails into his back, she held on, helpless against the heat in his eyes, the sweet ache of orgasm building deep in her belly.
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