Page 41 of Everything I Crave

He only laughs in return staring at my dessert laying on the ground. “This is payback. For all those times you teased me.”

“It wasn’t teasing, you just didn’t have any follow through.” I blow the hair falling into my face as he runs.

He opens the passenger door and sits me inside, my legs between his thighs, sideways on the seat. I stare up at him before he kisses me again. “Trust me, I’m all about the follow through tonight.” Then he spins me around and shuts the door, leaving me desperate for more.

The drive back to the house goes by torturously slow. His fingers drag lazy circles up and down my thigh, getting close but not close enough to the exact spot I’m desperate for him to touch.

When we park, I turn to stare at him. “And how exactly do you plan on getting me up the stairs without anyone on the patio seeing me in my underwear, caveman?”

He smirks, and comes around to the door, he hands me the blanket from our picnic that we never got to use and I wrap it around my shoulders.

Finally he’s being reasonable. We get inside the safety of the stairway that leads up to the house when a chill takes over me as I start walking. It takes me a second to realize he’s pulled the blanket off of me.

I turn around and eye Gunnar, holding the blanket in his hands.

He grins and chases me up the stairs.

Payback is a bitch.

I run straight into his room, and he catches me at the last second before I jump onto his bed.

He spins me to face him, holding me close by my ass. “You’re quick, darling.”

I pout back. “Not quick enough apparently.”

He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face to his before capturing my lips. Slowly leaning us back he places one knee on the bed, and holding my back with his other hand. He lays me down and hovers over me before going to his knees.

“Gunnar -” Whatever I’m about to say is cut off by his tongue on my clit through the lace. My back arches off the bed and he places his hand on my stomach to keep me still. The other hand pulls the lace off to the side as he licks and sucks at my clit. Hebrings me to the edge and then stops over and over, driving me crazy before he finally picks me up and pushes me further onto the bed. It gives me hope that I’m about to get more.

“You taste better than I could imagine.” He licks the corner of his lip, and hovers over me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, darling? We can’t take it back.”

“I’m beyond ready.” I reach between us and push his shorts down his legs, freeing him.

He sucks in a breath as I stroke him. At the same time, he reaches between us and rubs my clit until I’m screaming his name. “Not yet, darling. Not until I’m ready for you to come.”

He stops touching me, and flips me over onto my stomach, pulling my panties down my legs. Gripping my hips in a tight hold he brings my ass up to him. He runs his large, calloused hand up my spine toward my neck, before palming the back of my neck and entering me at the same time.

“Oh, Gunnar!” I yell out, probably giving everyone in the bar an idea of what’s going on up here.

He slips in and out of me at a slow, leisurely pace.

“Please, harder.” I beg on a whimper.

“If you wish.” I can hear the smirk in his voice as he takes a punishing pace, all the while holding me down on the bed.

“Gunnar!” I start to spasm around his cock.

“Not yet, darling.”

I reach back and squeeze his balls in my hand, urging him to let me come. He slows down, pulling all the way out, and slamming back into me again.

“Good girl, don’t come until I tell you to.” He leans over me and purrs into my ear.

I’m trying so damn hard, but fuck a girl can only take so much. I push up on his hand, and he lets me spin around. I push him back, and stand to face him, the confusion lacing his face.

“Sit,” I command.

Shockingly, he listens with a smirk.

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