Page 22 of Gunnar

Maybe it made me a deplorable human being, but a fifteen-year prison sentence said I wasn’t a fucking saint. Kissing Pippa was easy. My mouth claimed hers, tongue sliding into her mouth like it belonged there. God, did it feel good! Like coming home after a long time away. Maybe that was what Pippa meant. Like I’d found something that completed me.

Pippa tilted her head, inviting me deeper, and I took what she gave me. My hands slid down her sides, cupping her ass before pulling her against my hard cock. The sound that came from my throat wasn’t human, but Pippa didn’t pull away. In fact, she moaned into my kiss and pressed herself against me harder.

“Bedroom,” I said, more to myself than to Pippa when I finally pulled back enough to breathe without gasping. She nodded and led me over to the door on the far side of the room with a room key dangling from a hook on the wall beside it.

I picked her up without thinking, Pippa giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her into the room and onto the queen-size bed along one wall of the corner space. The sheets were soft, clean with only one pillow on the bed. I should probably have been embarrassed at how my cock stretched the shorts I was still wearing, but fuck it. I had my woman in my arms about to claim her. She was letting me, and she’d be the only woman I’d ever be with.

When I was a teenager, before my life had gone to hell, I’d looked at the men in Bones and watched them interact with the club whores in the clubhouse. Anyone not married or in a relationship -- men and women alike -- took their pleasures frequently and with whomever they wanted as long as the woman was willing and everyone was single. I hadn’t had that opportunity and, thanks to Knuckles, had been able to avoid sex in prison. I thought I’d never be in a sexual situation with a woman for a number of reasons. Even once my time was served, what man wanted to admit to any woman he was getting ready to fuck he was a virgin? I’d decided I’d lived without it during my prime years, I could manage going forward.

Pippa let me go and moved to the center of the bed, shrugging out of her shirt and pants before rolling onto her side to watch me strip off my clothes. I’d never been completely naked in front of a woman before and I’d never been so nervous in my life. The thought of showing every inch of my body to this woman made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat, and I wasn’t sure how much was anticipation and how much was dread. If she found me lacking, I knew I’d never recover.

Pippa tracked my every movement, her attention completely focused on me. I saw her body shimmer in the lights as sweat coated her skin. The bruising on her body stood out in stark relief and I paused in undressing.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Much as I want you right now, I absolutely will not risk hurtin’ you, Pippa. Not for any reason.”

I swallowed as she moved to the edge of the bed, her knees bent so she sat back on her heels. Without a word, she pulled her bra over her head, revealing the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. I figured I’d seen more than my fair share in smuggled-in magazines, but Pippa was absolutely exquisite. Her breasts were small and tipped with dusky nipples my mouth watered to taste. I simply to God couldn’t take my focus from her to finish shedding my clothes.

“I’ve kissed a couple guys,” Pippa said in a soft voice. “But I’ve never been naked in front of one.”

I scrubbed my hand over my mouth. “I’ve never been naked in front of a woman.”

“So, another first for both of us?”

“Gonna be a lot of firsts.” I let out a nervous laugh as I reached for her.

Pippa pulled me to her and kissed me until instinct took over and I took the lead.Do what feels good?I could definitely do that.

As Pippa’s soft lips parted under mine, I took that as my permission to explore her mouth with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. I didn’t even try to fight the groan bubbling up from my throat. I’d have been embarrassed, but Pippa’s soft moan mingled with mine. Any reasons I thought I had for hiding my reactions from her became unimportant. She deserved to know how wonderful she made me feel.

I trailed my hands over her smooth flesh, relishing the sensation of silky skin against my roughened palms. She was so warm, so alive against me, it was intoxicating. I pulled her closer, needing her tight against me, her breasts mashed against my chest. Pippa responded by arching against me, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders before taking the top of one breast in my mouth. I sucked, shuddering in pleasure when she cried out and thrust her chest toward me again. She tunneled her fingers through my hair and held me to her. The harder I sucked, the better she seemed to like it.

“Gunnar.” Her soft gasp sent pleasure through me. My cock was hard as granite and I knew there was no way I would last very long.

“I’m gonna do everything I can to make you come, Pippa. But, please don’t hold it against me if I can’t. I promise you I’ll figure it out.”

She let out a small laugh. “I don’t think you’ll have to do much. I’m wound so tight I’m pretty sure a stiff breeze would set me off.”

“Don’t I know the fuckin’ feelin’.”

My hands shook as I continued to move down her body. My lips followed my fingers as I kissed my way down her beautiful body. I marveled at her sweet scent, at the salty taste of the sweat glistening on her skin. With every sigh or sharp inhalation Pippa made, my cock pulsed even harder.

When I reached the hem of her panties, I took in a shuddering breath. With trembling fingers, I pulled them over her slim hips and down her long legs until I slipped them from her feet and tossed them to the floor beside the bed. My heart thundered in my chest as I took in the sight of her perfect pussy -- smooth, pink, and inviting.

Pippa’s eyes were lowered but she watched me intently as I dipped my head to taste her for the first time. We both seemed to hold our breath until the second my lips grazed her glistening sex. Her clit pulsed under my tongue as I lapped gently.

The taste hit me like a punch. I actually grunted as her flavor exploded on my tongue in a tangy, musky zest. I grunted at the same time Pippa cried out in surprise.

“Holy fuck!” She leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop!”

With a growl, I fastened my mouth on her pussy and licked and sucked while she writhed underneath me, grinding her cunt against my face.

I wanted to put my fingers in her, to see how much more I could give her, but I wasn’t exactly sure if I should. I didn’t want to hurt her. As I brought my fingers to her pussy to circle her opening with my fingertips, Pippa’s breathing grew erratic and ragged.

“Gunnar! Oh, God!”

Her body tensed beneath me, then she thrashed her head from side to side as she screamed. Her pussy quivered beneath my lips and tongue as she came. I was so relieved I got lightheaded and thought I might have sobbed in relief.

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