Page 10 of Thunder Thighs
Gunnar placed the other candle holder on the bedside table, glancing about the room. I tried to see it through his eyes. White and soft pastels. I'd gone for a feminine, beach, boho feel. Wood and glass mixed with soft furnishings, plants, and meaningful knickknacks to make the room both comfortable and cozy. In contrast, Gunnar dominated the space. His raw masculinity clashing with the feminine energy.
"You a designer?" He asked, looking about.
"No, I just like pretty things."
He turned back to me, grinning. "Looks real nice."
My heart skipped just a little, pleased by his praise. "It's not very big. But I try to make sure every room has a personality. A different feel."
"And this one is warm hug?" He asked, walking around, fingers brushing the scarves beside the window.
I laughed, "I guess that's as good a description as any."
He pulled one long scarf free, running the silk across his palm. He turned to me, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You ever think about how you wanted your first time to go?"
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse jumping.
Only a million times.
As a young girl I'd imagined a wedding followed by a night of sweet kisses. Disney doesn't generally reveal what happens after the clock strikes twelve. As a teen I'd imagined hot kisses leading to a rose covered bed. Or a clashing of mouths so passionate we'd only made it as far as the backseat of a car. As an adult I'd thought about one-night stands and men with whom I'd form immediate connections. They'd whisk me away to their hotel room, showering me with passion. Once, I'd even considered attending a sex club in the city. Of offering myself up to whoever wanted me. I'd be blindfolded, letting myself be taken by the person I'd imagine, rather than being forced to be disappointed by reality.
"Yes," I finally whispered, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.
"And?" Gunnar asked, pulling the silk across his palm again. His movements were almost hypnotic. Slow, deliberate. His naked body glowed in the candle light, shadows dancing lovingly across the planes of his chest. "What did you imagine?"
I shivered, hugging one arm to my body. "A hundred different things." I admitted.
"Which one was your favorite?" The silk dragged lazily again.
"I never thought I'd get to be with a man I actually wanted." I admitted softly. "My favorite was being tied up, blind folded. I never knew who he was, just that he wanted me, wanted to take me."
Gunnar gripped the silk in his fist. "He tied you up?" His voice was guttural, raw. I shivered, my pussy clenching.
"And blind folded me. He gave me pleasure then took my virginity." I whispered my deepest fantasy to him, watching his cock jump, his eyes darken with my words.
"You want that?"
I hesitated. Did I still want that? Was my fantasy of being taken by a faceless man, one only focused on my pleasure, still what I wanted?
No.
I shook my head slowly. "No, not tonight."
He raised an eyebrow in question.
"I want you to give me pleasure." I reached up, shedding the kimono. "I'm okay with you tying me up." I slipped one strap off my shoulder. "But I want to watch your face. I want to see your enjoyment." I slipped the other off, pulling the dress over my head and discarding it to the side.
I stood before him, naked. Trembling with anticipation, desire, and a little fear. Not fear of him, never fear of him. No, this was fear of rejection.
He made a sound unlike any I'd ever heard. "Get on the bed."
I dipped my head, fighting a smile. I turned to the bed, climbing on, settling on my back amidst the cushions in the middle of the bed.
"Hands up." He barked, stalking towards the bed.
I slowly raised my hands, running them up over the soft skin of my thighs, dragging fingers across the curves of my stomach, up to briefly cup my breasts. I rolled my thumbs over my nipples, pleasure sparking at both the tease of my fingers and his look of barely controlled desire.
"Up. Now." He ordered, reaching for my hand.
