Page 51 of Tyr

He gazed down at her and drank her in. His pants bulged against the gigantic rod that pressed against her. Getting to her knees, she reached out and tugged him closer. She kissed his navel as she undid his belt buckle.

It was her turn to tease.

She ran her tongue over his salty abs and slid his belt from its loops before dropping it. His hands found their way to her scalp, and he massaged it as she undid the button on his pants. She trailed her tongue down to the waistband of his underwear as she unzipped his zipper.

His grip intensified, and she slid his pants over his hips. She tried not to gasp as the full length of what lay beneath his underwear took shape.

Hewasa god.

Not knowing what to do, she laid her palm over the front of his boxer briefs and rubbed him through the slick fabric.

He growled low in his throat, and his body tensed.

That was a good growl, right?

His fingers gripped her hair, and a shiver raced over her. She wanted to see him. Feel him. Taste him. All of him.

Gathering her courage, she slid her hand through the fold in the front of his underwear, eliciting a groan from Tyr.

“Celeste…” His voice came out strangled and hoarse.

His hips bucked toward her as she slid his length out, and her eyes widened.

She’d never seen a fully naked man before. Sure, she’d seen movies and read books and stuff, but that was it. To say she’d been raised as an antisocial homeschooler who had basicallynever left her house more than one or two times a year was the truth.

Celeste leaned in and kissed the tip of his soft skin as she gripped his length with both fists. Though her hands were substantially smaller than his girth, she did her best to stroke him.

His skin was salty and musky. The scent of him invaded her, making her want to taste him all the more.

She stroked him hard, and Tyr jerked away from her. He tore his underwear from his hips and covered her with his body.

“I need you,Fylgja.I need you. I need to be inside you. Now.”

His eyes glowed brighter, and the command in his voice told her the foreplay was over.

She scooted back on the bed, and he spread her legs with his massive thighs. A moment of anxiety passed over her, but then Tyr pressed her thighs apart further as his lips slammed down on hers.

His quick, forceful nature rolled over her and excited her. His length pressed against her slick folds, and he broke the kiss.

“I… I’m gonna try to go slow.”

She nodded, and he pressed against her core, making her tense.

Tyr kissed her again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. He moved his hand between their bodies and rubbed at her. She panted into his mouth.

He slid a finger inside her, and she grabbed onto his broad shoulders as he stretched her.

He slid a second finger inside, and she bit his lip. She wanted more. Needed more.

He rubbed her wetness all over himself, ready to enter her.

She broke the kiss and pulled his neck down to her mouth. She licked up to his ear.

“Too slow.”

He chuckled and inched inside her. Her nails gripped his back, and she bit his shoulder until he filled her completely.

He waited and dropped his head to her shoulder. “You’re so perfect,Fylgja.”

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