Page 30 of Deep Sea Kiss
His hands rested on her hips for a moment, his blunt fingertips pressing into her flesh. Then he traced a path down from her hip to her core and found the most sensitive part of her with easy familiarity.
Lottie gasped at the contact, her hips rocking forward without conscious thought. Eiric grinned up at her and explored her, drawing small, gentle circles around her clit, then slipping one finger inside her heat. Her legs barely held her, the pleasure inside her mounting, and when Eiric lifted his head and licked one of her nipples, her knees buckled and she half collapsed onto him, her orgasm flowing through her in incandescent waves.
Finally, he let her tumble him back to the bed, laughing as she clawed at his jeans. She wanted him inside her, fast, to feel him stretch her…
But at the sight of him naked on the bed, Lottie paused. The man was a work of art, and she didn’t doubt in that moment that the gods of old had blessed him. Eiric’s large body stretched in front of her, his muscles taut with tension. His skin, pale and freckled, was hot to the touch, and the Nordic tattoos of dragons and runes wound around his torso and shoulders.
Then her gaze dipped down to his cock, and she couldn’t help but grin. He was hard, the thick length of him straining up, just begging to be touched.
“Lottie,” Eiric said and lifted up on his elbows. “I have to get a…”
His words were lost on a moan. She wrapped her hand around his cock and took the broad head into her mouth. He flopped back on the pillows, the tendons in his neck straining.
She reveled in the sight of him, the big sea dragon at her mercy. Heat pooled in her belly, and she felt herself growing wetter, hotter, every time she stretched her lips over him. He tasted salty and spicy, and she loved it.
Suddenly, he sat up and lifted her off him. Lottie gasped at this show of strength; she found herself being tossed back on the pillows while he rose above her.
“Later,” he growled, “I want to come in your mouth. But not now. Not the first time.”
She nodded, breathless. “Come here.”
He closed his eyes briefly, then cursed and scrambled off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Lottie grinned at how he rushed to get a condom. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere.”
He returned to bed, his copper-colored eyebrows knitted in a fierce frown. “I know. I’m keeping you forever.”
She opened her arms to him, but he held himself still above her, just watching her, so serious.
“I need you,” she whispered.
The words seemed to break some barrier inside him. He dipped his head, his forehead touching hers, and slowly entered her. His thick cock stretched her so sweetly, her body trembled under his. Eiric’s skin burned hot as she clutched his shoulders. Then she slipped her palms down his back to his ass and tugged him closer.
With a growl, he surged inside her, filling her completely.
Lottie’s back bowed off the bed, and she stifled her moan with her hand. Eiric withdrew, a fierce look of concentration on his face. Then he slammed back in, sending her thoughts scattering.
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he breathed against her neck, then bit the skin there, sucking it with his hot mouth.
Lottie threw her arms over her head and braced her hands on the headboard. “No. No, you’re perfect.” She gasped as he rocked into her again. “Harder, Eiric. I can take it harder.”
His hips moved faster, until he found an almost hypnotic rhythm, hitting that sensitive spot inside her with each thrust. Pleasure unspooled inside her, so powerful, it felt like torture. Lottie locked her legs around his waist, keeping him right where she wanted him.
Then Eiric raised himself on one elbow above her and took her mouth in a kiss. Their tongues met, and his teeth grazed her lip, rough but delicious. He slipped his other hand between their bodies and touched her slick clit. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want you to come for me again, Charlotte. And I want you to look at me.”
His eyes burned golden, his handsome features pulled taut in concentration. Lottie trusted him with her body, with her pleasure, and let him take her over the edge.
Her orgasm built until she could take no more, and she clenched around him, holding him too tightly, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hips moved faster through the ripples of her pleasure, prolonging her sensations, each shallow thrust breaking her further. She stared into his eyes, letting him witness all the emotions coursing through her. Then he groaned in her arms, his big, strong body shuddering as he came, buried deep.
He closed his eyes and held her, his breaths warm against her sweat-slicked skin.
Lottie’s breath caught in her chest, and she let out a shuddering exhale. This was the best decision she’d made, and she decided then and there that she would repeatedly make it for as long as she lived.
Twelve
Eiric
They layside by side in the silence. Eiric stared at the ceiling, not sure he was actually awake—maybe this was just a dream to torture him in the night. He’d dreamed of Lottie often, only to wake up in the morning and realize she wasn’t actually in his arms.
