Page 153 of Pucking Strong

He says something else in Swedish, gripping my ass and rolling onto his back. I roll with him, straddling his lap again. Smoothing my hands over his hairy chest, I smile down at him. I love the power trip that comes from bottoming from the top. And IknowHenrik is a top. Once he gets the hang of this, I just know his possessive side will come out to play. And then there will be nowhere for me to hide.

I can’t fucking wait.

But that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about slow and sensual. It’s about building to a point of mutual euphoria. He wantsthe give-and-take, the push and pull of intimacy that feels like sinking into a warm bath.

Well, we already took the bath. Now, let’s slow burn the fuck out of this orgasm. He wants a little mutual edging? Baby, I can do this all night. Folding over him, I brace my hands to either side of his head and start kissing across his chest. He’s been edging me with action. I want to try edging him with words. “You want my cock, baby?”

His hands splay across my upper back, coaxing me to continue. “Yes.”

I hum against his warm skin, nuzzling his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple until he curses in Swedish. “You’re so sensitive,” I praise. “Look how well you react to me. You like when I tease you, baby? Like when I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Här.” He turns his head to expose his neck.

I crawl up his body, lowering to my elbows until he’s carrying most of my weight. “Här?” I tease, rolling therin a way that I hope sounds sexy as I brush a finger over his pulse point.

He nods.

Smiling, I plant an open-mouthed kiss to the point, sucking and teasing, scraping with my teeth until he wraps himself around me and rolls me under him again. I gasp, landing on my back with Henrik between my spread thighs. He grinds down with his hips, our dicks pinned between us. Yeah, he knows what he’s doing. His instincts are taking over.

Tipping my head back, eyes closed, I ride the moment with him. This works for me. I can definitely come like this. It’ll shoot all over our stomachs. So primal. So high school. “God, baby, don’t stop.”

“No.” There’s a smile in his tone this time as he fucking stops again.

“No,” I echo. Mine comes out much more of a petulant whine.

He grins down at me. “Is this what the edge is? Telling you no?”

I snort a laugh. “It’s not a noun. It’s a verb. To edge. Edging. And yes, you’re fucking edging me, and it’s the fucking worst.”

He pulls away slightly. “Do you really not like it?”

I stifle a groan, running my hands down the taut muscles of his back until I can grab two handfuls of his perfectly sculpted ass. Then, because I’m a brat, I give both cheeks a hard smack.

This man is so fucking perfect. He clenches for me, choking on a gasp. “Teddy!”

I laugh again. “I fucking love it, you caveman. Are you kidding? Literally any attention from you, I’m gonna eat with a spoon. You’re my kryptonite, Henrik. You’re my fucking sun.”

His brow furrows. “I understand the kryptonite reference.”

I lie back with a smile. “Good. Otherwise, this relationship is over.”

“What do you mean by the sun?”

Fuck. I’m not sure if I want to explain that one. “Uhh … it’s from mythology. The fall of Icarus. It’s no big deal.”

He pushes up with both hands, the corded muscles of his arms taut. His denim-blue eyes search my face, looking past all my walls in that way he does.

I clear my throat, focusing my own attention somewhere around his chin. “Do you know it?”

“I know it.”

Of course he fucking does. He listens to ancient history podcasts while he exercises. He speaks three languages. He knows about macro photography and Dadaism.

“You think I mean to harm you?”

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