Page 6 of Thunder Thighs
He kissed me, rough, hard, hot. Tongues tangled, wet and wanting as he took from me, giving me no escape, no option but to surrender to his lips.
I loved it.
He broke the kiss, immediately pressing hot lips to my neck, my shoulder. Fingers trailed down my sides, one hand shifted to my bottom, hand gripping the cheek of my ass.
I mewed, begging for something, anything, more.
"Shhh," he whispered, gently nipping at my shoulder. "I'll give it to you."
His hands slid over the lace, rounding my side to dip into the underwear at the front. His finger, his clever, clever fingers slipped down, tracing my outer lips.
"You've been a bad girl, Ella." His hot mouth brushed against my ear, shudders wracking my body from the pleasure. "You do this," he pressed fingers against my naked pussy. "For someone?"
"The B-Brazilian?" I stuttered, eyes closed, my body arching as I pressed back into him.
"Mm," he traced my lips again with light, teasing fingers.
"N-n-no." I stuttered, lost in the pleasure. "For me."
"Good answer."
I gasped as his fingers parted me, touching me in a way no one ever had. His fingers dipped into my slickness, dancing across my clit, pulling curses and praises in equal measure from my lips.
"More," I begged, pressing myself into his fingers. "Please, Gunnar."
He chuckled, "I've got you, baby."
He removed his hand from my hip, sliding it up to play with my erect nipple. The other remained at my core, fingers teased my clit, tantalizing me, dipping, dragging, corrupting me until I couldn't stand the spiraling tension.
"Please!"
He pressed hard against my clit, circling once, twice, a third time as I shattered under him, my cries filling the small stall as my body bowed, the orgasm sending me spiraling. I collapsed against the tile, legs unsteady, body shaking in the aftermath.
"Shh," Gunnar soothed, his rough voice reassuring. "I've got you, baby."
I pressed my cheek against the cool tile, struggling to find my way back to reality – my new reality. The reality that a man had pulled from me with skillful fingers and little effort something I had only ever done for myself.
The water turned off, leaving us standing in the shower.
"Come on," Gunnar helped me out. He had me stand still while he quickly ran a towel over himself, wrapping it low around his hips before he turned back to me. He ran the fluffy fabric over my skin, pausing to catch every drop of water. My hair, long, thick, and heavy with water, he wrapped in another towel.
I allowed him to look after me, letting him move my body in whatever way he required. I'd never had anyone look after me like this before.
He pulled back, taking my hand. "Come on, let's go to-"
My stomach rumbled, interrupting his comment. I blushed.
"Hungry?" Gunnar asked, his lips twitching.
"I skipped dinner tonight." I admitted.
"Go get dressed. I'll see what I can rummage up for you." He pulled me close, my breasts pressing against his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Let's get you fed."
Chapter Three
Gunnar
I heard Ella moving about in her bedroom while I dug through her pantry and fridge. The towel sat low on my hips, my cock tenting the front. I readjusted, trying to calm the beast that raged within me. The candles positioned around the house filled the space with warm, flickering light. Outside, the storm continued to rage, thunder and lightning battling for supremacy.
