Page 12 of Thunder Thighs
"Okay?" Gunnar asked, his breath whispering against my cheek.
"Oh, yes." I muttered, closing my eyes. "It feels…"
Painful. Wonderful.
"Full."
He laughed, groaning a little when I moved under him. "Steady or this will be over before it even began."
He pressed kisses to my cheeks, my lips, sucking gently at my neck before shifting down to trace a path to my breasts. He laved one then the other, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on my overly sensitive nipples.
I shifted, my lips reaching up to press hot, wet kisses to any part of him within reach. My hands looped over his neck, clinging as best they could while bound. He nestled between my thighs as if he belonged there. These wonderful, thick thunder thighs that had summoned this beautiful god-like Viking of a man to my bed.
He began to move, thrusting slowly into me, moving with certainty. My body had adjusted to his size and shape, accommodating him, welcoming him in with a heated grasp.
"Feel so fucking good, baby." He murmured against my shoulder. "Amazing. Tight. Hot. So, fucking good. So good."
"Your cock is…" I didn't know how to describe it.
He quickened his pace, shifting slightly to change the angle.
"Ohmigod," I bowed off the bed, eyes rolling into the back of my head as he hit a perfect spot. "Again." I demanded.
He obliged, his thrusts steady and sure, quickening at my gasped begging.
"Please, please, please…"
He grunted, shifting to move a hand between us. His fingers delved, searching for-
"Fuck!" I screamed, my body shattering into a million pieces as he pressed hard urgent circles across my clit. "Gunnar!"
He grunted, continuing to thrust into me with the same urgency and purpose. Even as I broke apart, this orgasm ruining me for any battery-powered assistance in the future, Gunnar continued to power through, his face serious as he concentrated on me. All his focus remained on me.
It was a heady feeling.
I pulled the thread, unravelling the scarf from my hand so I could knit my fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to mine. Our lips locked, our mouths hungrily devouring each other as he continued to thrust into me, the glide of his thick cock perfect.
"Gunnar," I panted between kisses. "Come for me."
His pace kicked up, his grunts and praises coming faster as his control shattered. He drove into me, bottoming out, my bed thumping rhythmically against the wall while outside the thunder rolled in the distance.
Mine. My thunder god. My man. Mine.
I moaned under him, another orgasm building.
"Gunnar…"
"Come for me," he demanded harshly. "Come on my cock, Ella."
I broke, crying out as my body tightened, clenched, spasmed. He muttered filthy, dirty words as I drifted away, lost in the sensations.
"Fuck!" Gunnar shuddered, his cock jerking in me as he came. "Ella…"
He slumped onto me, pulling me close. We breathed together, our bodies calming even as my heart continued to race.
"Okay?" Gunnar asked softly.
"Oh yes." I whispered, offering him a small smile.
