Page 21 of Thunder Thighs
“Please Gunnar, please. Oh, please. Yes, like that! Please!”
I drew back to kiss her. “Take your panties off.”
She helped me, lifting her ass to wretch them off, throwing the silky material away. Once gone, she pulled me closer, hands reaching out to grasp my cock. She took me in hand, jerking slowly up and back, teasing my member.
"Jesus Christ, fuck. Fucking fuck, fuck." I groaned, fighting the urge to pump into her hands. "I've missed you, baby. Missed you so fucking much. Love you, Ella. Love you so fucking much."
I pressed kisses to her mouth, praising her, worshipping her as she jerked my cock, her hand perfectly fitting to my cock.
"Can't wait," I panted. For the first time in my life I was gonna lose control. "Need to be in you."
"Thank God." She dropped my cock, squirming to get into position. "I've been dying for you."
I found her core, sliding fingers through her slick heat, finding her wet and ready.
"Baby," I groaned. "You're so fucking wet for me."
"I've been wet all day," she admitted, red flushing her cheeks. "It's been so hard not to-"
I surged in, both of us gasping as I filled her. Her tight pussy clenched around me like a vice, tight, hot, wet – fucking perfect.
I reached down, lifting her legs, encouraging her to wrap her thighs around me. I needed to be surrounded by her, I needed to glory in her.
We crashed together, two parts of one whole, our bodies meeting again and again in a brutal, glorious ritual.
"I love you!" She screamed as her body clenched, every part of her thrashing as she tipped over, falling into the chasm of ecstasy. I followed, emptying myself inside her body.
We collapsed, our bodies intertwined, our skin pressed tightly together.
"Don't ever leave again," she whispered, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around me.
"Never," I promised.
Our bodies cooled; the desire only slightly more controlled.
"Where's Erik?" She finally asked, pulling away slightly.
"At the motel. I didn't want him interrupting."
She giggled, her beautiful face lighting up. I pressed kisses to it, ignoring her squeals, enjoying the taste of happiness on her skin.
This is home.
Later, after more love making and a failed attempt at showering that ended with the need for another shower, we headed to the Bronze Horseman in search of food.
In a booth, curled into one another, we ate slowly, discussing the next steps on our journey together.
"I don't expect it to take long," I told her, referring to the meeting Erik and I had to go over the final marina contract tomorrow.
"Well the council are all for it. I've already been fielding calls from local builders eager to get their piece of any new construction." She chewed absently on a chip, a small frown furrowing her brows. "Actually, that's one thing you've never told me."
"'What's that?" I asked, tracing swirls across the delicate skin of her inner wrist.
"What your company is called."
"I haven't?"
She shook her head.
