Page 75 of Suddenly Entwined

I have a feeling he means more than simply the act of sex.

“You know how often I have to fuck my own hand in a hurry? Because I have fifteen minutes to shower before someone needs me or because I really need the sleep and don’t have the luxury of touching myself for as long as I’d like to?”

I shake my head slowly, taking it all in.

“Too often. So, if you’ll allow it, I’ll be taking my time with your body. And I hope you take your time with mine, because I need that. So bad.”

Berg’s authenticity warms my racing heart. Why was I rushing him? We have nowhere to be except here with each other. How many mornings have I admired the muscles running down his back and yearned to skim my fingers along them? Now is my chance to savour this man and to do all that and more.

He tugs down my jeans, finally tossing them into the darkness. The bedding is cool against my bare thighs, the black satin briefs I slipped on earlier damp between my lips. Rough fingertips graze along the seams of the silky material, tracing the edges where they press against my heating skin. Berg runs a knuckle over my mound, gliding over my clit and continuing down to my entrance and then all the way back up.

“Christ, Caro, you weren’t lying,” he rasps after a few passes.

He fumbles at the waistband of my panties, apparently fed up with the barrier between us. When they’re gone, he flips his hand over, and drags his thumb through my lips.

“So damn wet.”

“Told you,” I say on a gasp as he strokes my clit with the pad of his thumb.

Making slow circles, Berg watches me in the candlelight with a searing stare. My fingers dig into his thick arm as I flex my core, chasing the orgasm that’s right in front of me.

“Do it, Caro. There’s nothing I want more than to see you come all over my bed.”

When he dips his head down and kisses me as tenderly as he’s touching my sensitive flesh, I moan into his mouth and my orgasm unfurls like a sail. Heat pulses beneath his thumb, the rhythmic clench within my pussy dissatisfied with nothing to contract around. I want to touch him the way he asks. The way he’s craving. His belt thuds against the carpet after I slide it from the loops of his jeans and work them down his hips. Berg is thick and heavy. It’s obvious even through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I find the head of his cock, and stroke it with a featherlight touch. His arms tremble and his breathing is strained as I play, remembering how fun it is to explore someone’s body like this. I toy with the fly of his boxers, excitement building in my pussy all over again when my fingers brush the smooth, bare skin of his rock hard cock. He leans into my touch, moaning.

“Too slow?”

“No. It’s bliss,” he groans.

When he’s fully naked, I continue to take my time learning the shape of him. I cup his balls, trace the vein that runs beneath his shaft, and can’t keep my hands off his chest and arms. Moisture leaks from his cock onto my lower abdomen as he lets me enjoy him. Grasping his cock in my fist, I rub his crown against the pre-cum on my skin before stroking him with a loose grip. Each time I reach the top, I squeeze, loving that he’s practically panting as I work him. The candle burns low, the alarm clock screen on Berg’s bedside is black, and I’m so lost in the man hovering over me I barely notice how turned on I still am and how badly I want to feel him inside of me.

“Condom?” I ask, praying he has one.

“One sec.” I get a fantastic view of his firm ass as he rummages through a drawer in his dresser. The same drawer I avoided weeks ago when I searched for a t-shirt.

When he turns around, foil packet in hand, I get my first full frontal shot of naked Berg. Barrel chest heaving, strong thighs, and a thick fucking cock that I’ve teased to perfection pointing right at me.

“Yeah, there’s not a towel in the whole damn world that’ll hide that, buddy,” I tell him, loving the abashed look he gives me.

He squints in the darkness to tear open the package. “I’ll air dry from now on.”

“Perfect,” I reply, parting my thighs as he climbs over me.

Heat radiates off him and his chest hair brushes my nipples.

“You still want this?” he asks.

I’ve never wanted anything more. The desire I feel goes beyond wanting.

“I need this, Berg. I need you.”

The pressure and weight of his body as he reaches down and lines himself up is delicious. Rain pelts against his window, our heavy breaths mingle, and the candle flame quivers. Berg’s cock notches against my opening, only his head slipping inside easily. The sweet stretch is perfect, and remaining still while I wait for him to decide when he’ll give me the rest is torture.

“This…this is all I want, Caro. You and me. What we have.”

I nod, my brain and my body warring for focus.

I repeat my words. “I need you.”

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