Page 5 of Thunder Thighs
I hesitated for one moment. My hands dropped to my waist, pulling the shirt free of my skirt. I lifted it, peeling the wet material from my body, and tossing it aside, leaving me in a black bra.
Gunnar huffed out a groan. "Now the skirt."
My body trembled as my hands fumbled with the zipper. I drew it down, pushing the material down my hips, wiggling to get the saturated material free.
My panties, black cotton boy-legs, were all that kept him from seeing me.
He moved, ripping his shirt free, his hands immediately jerking down his fly to push off his jeans. The material clung to his body, slowing his actions.
He wasn't wearing underwear.
Gunnar wasn’t wearing underwear.
Omg. He wasn't wearing underwear.
I choked. Aware I was staring as his cock bounced free. The massive member suited his body shape. Large, thick, and completely in proportion with the rest of him. It jutted proudly out, and I was suddenly aware of the differences between us. He was carved stone, beautiful and rough. I was pillowy abundance, curvy and soft. Even our skins contrasted, mine startlingly pale against his deeply tan.
"Bra," Gunnar barked, kicking free of his clothes. "Leave the underwear."
I blinked, tearing my gaze away from his cock. "Leave the-"
"You want me to fuck you in the shower or on the bed?"
Heat pooled in my belly, desire sending sparks straight down to that hidden part of me. "Bed," I whispered.
"Then you better leave them on, Ella."
My heart thumped in my chest, my body feeling both heavy and alert as uncertainty, anticipation and desire warred for supremacy.
Gunnar reached into the small shower stall, turning the water on. He tested the temperature, adjusting before being satisfied. He gestured for me to enter. I stepped past him, immediately sighing as warm water cascaded over my skin, chasing the slight chill away. He crowded in behind me, dwarfing the space, his naked chest pressing against my back.
"I need a taste," his guttural groan sent shivers down my spine. I moved to turn but his hands fell to my hips, pegging me in place.
"No," he barked. "Hands on the wall."
I complied, pressing my palms against the tiles, shifting to spread my legs.
"Good girl," he whispered, one hand trailing down my spine. He adjusted the spray so it fell down my back.
"Gunnar?" I whispered, feeling myself tremble. "I haven't done this before."
His hands, now soothing in slow circles up and down my back, paused. "Shower sex?"
"Any of this," I admitted, closing my eyes. "I'm a virgin."
He stayed silent and still for a long moment.
I opened my eyes, staring at the tile, heat flushing my cheeks. "Say something," I whispered.
"You want this?"
"Yes."
"You want me to take your little snatch?"
I shivered at his dirty words. "Yes."
His hands shifted down, gripping my hips, pulling me back against him. "Don't worry baby," one hand came up, tilting my chin so I could look at him. "I'll make this good for you."
