Page 9 of Thunder Thighs
She sucked and swallowed, her hand stroking the base of my cock while her lips and tongue drove me crazy. She pulled back, tonguing my crown, finding that sensitive spot on the underside.
"Fuck," I panted, holding her head still as my hips jerked, my cock thrusting in and out of her willing mouth. "Gonna cum, baby. Tap my leg if you want me to pull out."
She didn't. She kept up her pace, hungry, wanton sounds escaping her throat.
"Fuck!" I exploded into her mouth, cum hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed it down with a small hum of pleasure.
"Jesus Christ," I collapsed back on the stool, hand stroking her hair. "Fuck."
Ella giggled, rising to her feet. She swayed for a second, my hands immediately shooting out to steady her.
"That was…" she bit her lip, searching for the words. "Beautiful."
"Yeah," I grinned, pulling her in close, nuzzling her cheek. "I have to agree. You looked pretty fucking gorgeous with my cock down your throat."
I felt the blush heat her cheek. "Gunnar!"
"What?" I pulled back, one hand slipping down from her hip to slide over her abdomen and down to the seam of her pussy. I slipped a hand under her lingerie, finding her naked and soaked. My fingers slipped through her wet, the musky smell of her desire driving me crazy. My finger found her clit, lazily running circles. Her nails dug into my forearm, her body arching as she gasped. "You ever do that for anyone else?"
She shook her head, her pants coming faster. Arrogant satisfaction settled in my gut. I would be her first everything. Her final too, if I had my way.
"I think that effort deserves a reward, baby." I murmured, my fingers rubbing a little harder. Her hips rocked against me; her mouth parted as tiny mews escaped.
I kept her like that, imprisoned between my thighs, one hand pressing her to me, the other delivering pleasure.
"Ready?" I whispered; my lips pressed to the shell of her ear. She nodded, frantic.
I leaned down, pulling own her slip dress, her breast spilling free. I leaned in, pressing a hot kiss to her nipple. My fingers moved a fraction up and to the right, finding that spot I'd discovered earlier that night.
Ella exploded under me, her screams filling the house, her body trembling as she coated my fingers in her cream.
"Fuck," I muttered, letting her ride out her orgasm. My cock hardened against my thigh, letting me know he was ready for round two. I'd never had a quicker recovery time. Fucking never.
She trembled against me, her breath short and sharp.
"Shhh, baby." I whispered, brushing comforting hands along her back. I pulled the slip back up, hiding her glorious tit from my view. "Just breath."
"I've never… that was…" She shuddered.
"I know," I pressed a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, tilting her head up to reach her lips. "Just breathe."
We settled in for a long moment, both of us feeling this connection between us. At least I assumed we both did. Cause fucking hell if I was the only one feeling this way. At this point I'd be ready to raze this town to the ground for her.
"Bed?" I whispered when she'd calmed.
"Please."
Chapter Four
Ella
I led Gunnar to my bedroom. I theoretically knew I should be nervous or perhaps concerned with the way this interaction was turning out. But I felt none of those emotions. Perhaps I was overly naïve, or blinded by a flood of endorphins, either way this felt right. Leading Gunnar down the hall to my small bedroom gave me just enough time to think about this rationally. Despite all we'd done I was still a virgin. At this point I could probably ask him to put his clothes on and send him on his way. I just didn't want to.
The man knew how to kiss. He could play me like a dream. He pulled reactions and feelings from me that I hadn't even known were possible. And believe me, I'd spent years and thousands of dollars cultivating a vibrator collection worthy of its own museum. And it wasn't like I hadn't had offers over the years. A few guys had asked me out, fewer still had made it to a date. Only one had ever interested me enough to make it to date two. Any attraction between us had died immediately when he'd suggested that perhaps I shouldn't get dessert.
Bitch, please. I'm fabulous and don't need any man telling me I needed to lose weight. I was curvaceous, beautiful and I didn't need anyone to convince me otherwise. Especially not a man I was considering letting into my life.
I pulled Gunnar into the room, shuffling to a halt before the bed. I placed one of the hurricane glasses down, the candle light sending a warm flickering glow across the bed. Outside, the rage of the storm had passed, leaving the sound of much needed rain. Thunder continued to rumble in the far distance, but it sounded comforting rather than electrified.
