by Tigris Eden
He still has a hold of me, and here I thought I was doing so much better.
There are a slew of things going through my brain, and I kid you not, I’m filtering out the top twenty-five most romantic lines ever said on-screen. Well, top twenty-five to me. I’m going through them fast and wondering which line will be his. Does he even have a line? Is he trying to reconnect? Maybe he just wants to be friends? Yup, he’s here to tell you, you’ve been friend-zoned indefinitely. Anything is possible at the moment. What I should be doing is trying to figure out what I’m going to say to him in response to whatever he says to me. No. That’s wrong.
I can’t be thinking of a response. I need to give him my undivided attention. That is one of the first things when it comes to listening and communicating.
Undivided attention.
Remove distractions. Which means our audience in the kitchen needs to leave. I need to focus and stay focused, and I need to make sure I let him get what he needs to say out before I say what I want to say—if anything at all.
“Could you guys give us a moment?” I ask. Remove the distractions.
Klaus seems relieved I didn’t ask him to leave. I’m a bit surprised, too. I’m not hurt; there is no reason to be hurting at this point. I understand why he is the way he is. He hasn’t moved on yet, and until that happens fully, he will always be who he is now. A man trapped in the past. Everyone leaves but not before Chops gives Klaus a pat on the shoulder and walks out.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No, just want to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t say anything, but neither do I. I’m trying to be a good listener. Even if it takes him a moment to articulate what it is he wants to say. He motions for us to sit on the couch in my living room. I follow him and I feel like this is where he sits on one end of the couch and I on the other. But that’s not what happens at all. I take the corner, and he’s right there next to me. Our legs are touching, our shoulders brush, and he turns so he’s seated at an angle and grabs both my hands.
“When you told me to let you go in the store that day, it shocked me. It shocked me because you were right. I hadn’t let go of you, and that made me realize that somehow, I’d gotten ahold of you. I didn’t lie when I said I was halfway in love with you. Whether you want to say you were under my skin or already inside my heart doesn’t matter. You where there. I thought I could handle casual with you. I didn’t seek you out because my wife told me to. Hell, I didn’t even try to. But there you were in Sulphur, looking cute and sexy, and the moment I saw you, I knew you. Then, when we reconnected, things started to move faster than I expected. It felt like you were taking me further and further away from their memory. So I did what I thought I had to do to protect myself from that.
“I know I hurt you in the process, and that wasn’t my intention. I was selfish because I was only looking out for me and my interests. Even though I tried to get you out of my heart, I can’t. You’re there, and so are they. Amelia is there, Nico is there, and you, sweet Jada, are there, too. Taking up the dark space void of light and filling it with love. I broke things off with Breeze that day. And every day since then, I’ve been trying to get the courage to come over here and knock on your door. Get back what’s mine. I don’t want to let you go. Not now or ever.”
That was way better than I expected or could have hoped for. But I don’t get a chance to really voice my opinion. Klaus, in his infinite Viking mandom, has decided that he’s going to take control of the conversation a different way. He doesn’t even ask. Just takes. His mouth closes over mine in a bruising kiss. It’s long, deep, but he somehow manages to make it soft and slow at the same time. I’m overwhelmed with joy. I know I’m going to be feeling this kiss for days.
Between kisses he says, “Please tell me we can try this again.”
“You mean be friends?” I’m smiling against his lips.
“No, smartass. Friends don’t kiss like this,” he growls into my lips, then proceeds to show me, how not-friends we’re going to be.
I pull back and look him in the eyes. There is so much emotion there. Warmth, love, and all kinds of amazing. I’m speechless.
“You sure this time?”
“Yeah, gorgeous, I’m more than sure.”
We end up in my room, and I can hear the laughter outside as the others talk and eat. But the moment Klaus’s lips are on my neck, the sounds fade away. My body is humming with pent-up lust. I’m feeling too much all at once, and we haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet. Klaus’s hands are everywhere. My neck, my chest, my arms, legs, stomach. There isn’t a place they haven’t travelled, and I can’t help but feel taken. My body is plastered up against the wall as he drops to his knees. My excitement has me skittish, and my chest is starting to burn from lack of air. The palms of his hands are hot to the touch as they skim up my bare legs. I’m glad I went with a maxi dress and lacey underwear.
“I don’t think I can be gentle this first time,” Klaus says against the inside of my thigh, right before he bites down. My eyes roll back in my head because I can’t focus. My body has become his personal playground, and I’m the kid at the front of the line anxiously waiting my turn. His hands shove my dress up and around my hips, where he holds the material tightly as he buries his head between my legs. His mouth tugs on my panties, and I’m a bit shocked at his actions. I kid you not, although my mind is clouded with lust, my brain has not forgotten about things that could possibly go wrong when a man has his head buried between your legs. But just as the thought hits me, Klaus gathers the ends of my dress in one hand and uses the other to pull my underwear down to fall at my ankles. He pulls in several deep breaths as if he can’t get enough of my scent. My body wants him to rush forward, and my mind is shutting down. All sane thoughts have flown out the window.
He doesn’t devour me right away. No, he prolongs it, drags the moment out until I’m literally panting and my legs are about to turn to jelly. His hot breath fans over my heated core, and as he takes in a deep breath, he lets out a low hum of appreciation.
“You smell like peaches and sugar.”
Thank you, peach sugar scrub.
“And you’re wet.”
His finger dips into my center and comes back glistening with my juices. I watch as he sucks his finger, my heart beating frantically as my chest heaves. Damn, that’s hot. I don’t know what sets him off, or how things go from torturous teasing to death by devouring, but his mouth quickly replaces his fingers and begins to do amazing things, causing me to see stars; although, me hitting my head against the wall repeatedly might have something to do with that. He’s kissing me down there, and it’s a different kind of kiss. A sensory overload that takes hold of my body from the inside out. Right when I’m about to fall over, my legs are lifted, and the other hand at my waist disappears, which causes my dress to fall on top of Klaus’s head. It doesn’t stop his actions. My legs are tossed over his shoulders, and he goes from being on his knees to standing up. My pussy still attached to his mouth as he licks and sucks and latches on to my clit. The sound of him eating me out is something I will never forget. It’s loud and animalistic. His appetite is voracious. Seconds turn into minutes, and as the minutes pass, my body heat is soaring higher and higher until my stomach pitches and my core tingles with that telltale sign of my impending orgasm. Only it’s coming down on me way too fast. Like a speeding bullet, it shoots straight to my core and imbeds itself in its intended target. Me.
The sound that comes from my mouth isn’t one I’ve heard before. Like, ever. It’s a cross between a cry and a moan that stretches on for so long and so loud that I know the others outside sitting on the porch know what’s happening in here. But I don’t get a chance to bounce back. Klaus has positioned me in such a way that I slide down his chest. I’m still against the wall, but it’s like I’m slowly being moved, almost floating. I feel the button of his jeans on the back of my thighs, and I wonder when—and how—he got his
jeans open so fast. But that’s not what has my eyes wide like saucers. Nope, not in the least. It’s the size of his condom-covered cock. This isn’t my first ride, and I know a good size penis when I feel one. But, damn. The size and girth were obviously bestowed upon him by the gods who await him in Valhalla.
“My Viking,” I murmur against his lips.
Klaus smiles. Our eyes are locked, and I can see the feral intent in his gaze. He said he couldn’t be gentle this first time around, yet he’s trying to read if I’m ready. Another reason to love him. Even when he really wants to be harsh with me, he still finds the time to be patient.
“I’m ready,” I whisper and kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips as his hands tighten around my waist.
He stretches me slowly as he lowers me onto his length. I’m so wet, so aroused, it takes no time at all for me to get adjusted. When I’m fully seated, he uses his hands to lift me up. I try to see what we look like joined, but can’t. My dress is in the way, and he’s still in his jeans. We’re fucking with our clothes on, and in a way, it’s sexy. We’re clothed, concealing ourselves from what it is our bodies are doing to one another, yet I can feel everything. Every thrust, every pull, and every breath. I feel it all. I may not be able to see our connection, but fuck, can I feel it.
The rhythm Klaus sets is brutal. The wall is the only thing keeping me up at this point. Frames are falling. The constant pounding and thumping is both a rhythm and a reminder of just how bruised my back is going to be when this is all over. But I can’t bring myself to care. The sounds of my moans and his grunts join the chorus as our bodies continue to crash into one another.
“Fuck, I love your pussy. It’s magic,” Klaus murmurs into the side of my neck. “Come on my cock, gorgeous, I need you to, I’m not going to last much longer.”
My mind blanks, and my body seizes from his words alone. He wedges as hand between us and grips the base of his cock, and for a moment, I’m not sure what’s happening. His fingers are wet as they trail across the cheek of my ass, and before I can even fathom what happens next, I feel the invasion. My mind goes blank and my mouth opens on a silent scream. The dual sensation has my body shifting and my hips twisting as I grind down on his cock. And just when I think I can’t hold on any longer, a surge of energy bursts through me, ripping me apart, as I careen forward into a pit of bliss-filled ecstasy.
Klaus grinds up into me over and over, prolonging my orgasm until finally, he lets out a muffled roar against my shoulder. I short circuit, and my sight dims until I see a bright burst of colors. I feel his teeth sink into my neck, and my body seizes again as mini-orgasms leave me sated and exhausted.
“Damn.” It’s all I can say as my body sags.
“I don’t think I can move,” he says against my skin, placing tiny kisses along my neck and shoulder.
“Well, we can’t stay like this all day,” I tease.
“Why not?”
“I have guests.”
“They can wait.”
Klaus carries me over to the bed. He leaves me to dispose of the condom. We’re both still in our clothes, only the buttons of his jeans are undone and I can tell he’s not wearing his shoes any longer. He climbs up on my bed and stretches out next to me.
“So, you think I’m a Viking?” he says conversationally.
“Yeah, my Viking,” I say without shame.
His laugh is deep and pleasant. We both turn to look at each other and just stare. I don’t know what he’s thinking, and I don’t even pretend to guess. But I know what I’m thinking. Nicklaus and I are beginning something new. What? I’m not sure, but it’s something long-lasting. I can’t predict the future, or even guestimate how much time we have. I don’t want to.
I’m not going to plan this one out. I’m leaving it to chance.
Life is too short to worry about the what if’s. I need to be concerned with what’s happening right now, and right now, I’m happy. Completely happy.
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