He smacked my ass again and I jerked against him, pressing my clit against his tongue, not thinking anymore, just feeling. His thumb grazed my asshole and I shivered.
He pushed my weight forward so my hands were on the floor and between his mouth and now his thumb, I was a clenched fist of need.
“Please,” I begged, and it felt like he sucked all of me into his mouth. I screamed, it felt so good. Pleasure so sharp it was nearly pain knifed through me and I jerked and jerked as I came, crying his name.
Like I was nothing, like I was made of feathers, he picked me up again and practically threw me on my back in the nest of blankets we’d made. He stood up, wiped his face which was glimmering in the fire light. He shoved down his sweatpants and took off everything until he was standing over me like a conquering marauder. The Viking coming to pillage.
Oh God. Please pillage me.
Knowing how my skin would look in the firelight, I arched and bent my legs. My eyes on him as I reached a hand down between my legs. I was so wet. No one had ever been this wet before. I couldn’t touch my clit. I was too sensitive. So I just put my hand over my pussy like I could protect it.
With his foot he kicked my hand away. “Don’t cover yourself up,” he said, his voice so dark and rough. He was in total control.
I put my hands over my breasts, cast my eyes down.
He growled and came down onto his knees beside me. I reached out my hand and curled my fingers around his dick. He hissed and his body trembled for just a second. He closed his eyes and when he opened them, there was my Viking again. All flexed muscles and vicious intent.
My body responded.
He pulled me up until I was sitting and then I was on my knees and he was standing there, legs spread, his hand around his cock like he was offering it to me.
“Open your mouth,” he said. I put my hands on his thighs but I didn’t open my mouth. I looked up at him, lips closed, eyes shining.
I wanted him to make me.
He slipped a hand around the back of my neck, his thumb on my cheek. “Now, Carrie,” he coaxed.
I gave him a soft part of my lips, which he widened as he slipped his thumb inside my mouth. He tasted like salt and wood and smoke and me.
I opened my mouth wider and then he slipped his cock inside, pressing in slow, until he hit the back of my throat and he eased off. Relentlessly, he pushed forward again.
Oh God, Matt was fucking my mouth and this was the hottest thing I’d ever been a part of. Maybe I needed to watch more porn or have more lovers, but when I looked up and caught his eyes,they were hard and blazing. They were also Matt. I whimpered and had to slip my hand between my legs. My fingers finding my sensitive clit.
“Yes,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Yes. Fuck. Yes, Carrie. God…”
I moaned, my mouth full of him. I slipped a finger inside my body but I was so empty it wasn’t nearly enough.
I pulled my mouth away and looked up at him as desperate as I’d ever been. “Matt, I need you-”
The words were barely out of my mouth before he had me on my back, my legs spread, his cock against the opening of my body. I arched against him, trying to get him inside of me.
“You are…” he breathed. “Fucking perfect.”
He slid so deep and so hard inside of me, I came immediately in a great shuddering orgasm. He couldn’t move while I trembled and cried out. I was the wave he had to ride out, and when it was over he was smiling down into my sweaty face.
“Okay?” he asked, stroking my hair back off my face.
I had no idea. I might have broken something. I nodded and his eyes went dark.
“I need to fuck you hard now, baby.”
“Go,” I whispered. “I’m so good.”
Then he fucked me like he had a job to do. He fucked me like it was the end of the world… or the beginning of it.
His body was nothing but coiled muscle in movement and I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight, whispering and muttering all kinds of nonsense until finally he grabbed my ass so hard, I knew I’d have bruises.
He roared my name, shooting his cum hard inside me. If I wasn’t already pregnant, he would have made me pregnant.