Page 11 of Thunder Thighs
I complied, lifting them, and holding them above my head. He placed a knee to the bed, leaning over me to wrap the scarf around my wrists.
"You say no, I'll stop." He promised, threading the scarf. "You pull on this," he placed an end in the palm of my left hand. "The knot will fall apart. First rule is to trust you are always safe." He pressed a kiss to my wrist. "You feel safe, baby?"
I nodded, my heart in my throat, unable to answer.
"Good." He stepped back from the bed, watching me. His heavy cock hung large and beautiful, bouncing as he moved. "Spread your thighs."
I slowly dragged them open, watching as Gunnar's expression changed. The naked desire shifted, growing hungrier, needier.
"Like this?" I let my legs fall open, revealing myself to him.
"Fuck," the word tore from him. "Stay there."
He advanced on the bed, dropping to his knees. Reaching across he hooked arms under my knees and hauled me down the bed. I let out a squeal as his head dropped to my crotch, his lips and tongue playing cross my seam.
"Oh god," I arched against his mouth as his tongue dipped, sweeping across my clit. The scarf pulled against my wrists reminding me of my bindings as I shifted.
"Shh," he murmured, pulling back slightly to press a kiss to my thigh. "I got you, Ella."
His mouth returned and he played me like an expert musician. A slow set of circles, a slight suction, a finger pressed just so. I sighed in pleasure, moaning, eyelids drifting shut as he built me up again and again, never letting me tip over the edge.
"Please," I begged finally, my body writhing under his mouth. "Gunnar…"
He chuckled against me, the vibrations hitting my core. He shifted forward, one finger pressing against my entrance as his tongue flicked against my clit in a pattern made to drive me crazy.
"Gunnar!" I gasped his name, hips pistoning as my orgasm crashed through my body. I fell apart, my body shuddering and quaking with spent need.
Gunnar shifted, resting his chin on my abdomen. I loved the smile that pulled at his lips, the contentment that settled in the lines of his face. He looked… satisfied. Happy.
"Hey," he murmured. "You good?"
"Joyfully perfect." I stretched, the scarf pulling at my wrists. "Oh," I looked up at them, remembering the binding. "I'm still…"
"I got you." Gunnar pushed up, crawling slowly up my body, kisses dragging across the dips and planes of my body. "You ready for more?"
I shivered, bumps raising across my skin. "More?"
"Mm," he reached down, fingers slipping between my legs. "You feel ready."
I whimpered, pleasure shimmering up my spine.
"You ready for me to be inside you, baby?" He nipped at my collar bone as one of his hands cupped my breast, thumb grazing across my nipple.
"Yes," I breathed the word, arching into his touch. "Yes."
He chuckled. "You sure, baby? You ready for me to fill this virgin hole?" His fingers pressed deeper, me feeling an exquisite stretch.
I squirmed, reaching down to grasp his cock in my hand. He grunted, eyes hovering at half-mast.
"In me. Now." I demanded, pulling him towards me, careful not to displace the condom that my lust-filled brain hadn't even registered him pulling on.
Gunnar followed my lead, allowing me to guide him to my core.
"Ready, Ella?" He asked, positioning himself just so.
"Yes."
He pushed forward, stretching me in a way that simultaneously hurt and felt strangely beautiful. He continued in, slowly letting me adjust.
