Page 35 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
“I cannot hear you, Serenity,” he hissed, his tongue dipping inside my ear before his teeth tugged on the lobe. “I asked if you like what I made for you.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my hips thrusting upward, and he expertly let the toy slide in another half an inch to home plate. “Oh my God,” I moaned, “I’m going to come, Lars,” I cried, digging my nails into his shoulder. My legs shook with the pure pleasure of his caress, and then I was gone over that edge. My voice rumbled low in my chest when I came loudly with his name on my lips. The pleasure rippled through me even as I floated back to earth slowly. The room was still dark, his breath heavy against my ear, and the toy no longer a part of me. He had me in his arms and was kissing his way from my neck to my ear.
“I have never been so turned on in my life,” he whispered, kissing me gently. He didn’t linger since my chest was still heaving from the exertion of the orgasm. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” His accent was heavy, and his lids were hooded when he gazed at me. “I almost came just watching you. I always knew our aids were excellent, but …”
I put my finger to his lips to hush him. “It wasn’t just the aid, Lars. I didn’t orgasm like that last night. That was because you were here. I wanted it to be you.”
His lips descended to mine, and what I expected to be a hard, hurried kiss was soft and languid. He sucked my lower lip and bit down for a moment before drawing it through his perfectly white teeth. “I wanted it to be me, too. Tonight, I will go home and use The Diamondback while thinking of you. I won’t need the app tonight. I will never forget what I just witnessed.”
My hand found its way to the front of his pants and stroked the length of him. “I know The Diamondback is fantastic but is it as fantastic as the real thing?”
“Not even close,” he promised, his tongue taking a swipe across my lobe again. “Not even in the same universe.”
“Then why wouldn’t you thrust inside the real thing? Why wouldn’t you want to watch the real thing writhe underneath you?”
“Serenity,” he moaned, his hips pressing his hard erection into my thigh. “Stop that talk right now unless you are ready to hand me your virginity on a silver platter. I am so close.”
“So close to what, Lars?” I asked seductively.
“Close to coming like a teenage boy with no control.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him over on top of me, my lips attacking his. When we came up for air, he was all pupil. I wasn’t sure he was even breathing. “As far as I’m concerned, I already lost my virginity to you. You’re the man I’ve been waiting for, Lars.”
He buried his face in my neck and suckled, his lips surely leaving a mark this time. I didn’t care, as long as he was the only one to make it from now until eternity. I ran my hands down his ribs to his butt cheeks, where I squeezed. The longer I massaged him, the louder he moaned into my neck. He thrust against my thigh to relieve whatever pressure was building inside him. “I am losing my willpower, Serenity.”
“Good,” I whispered, my own tongue swiping across his lobe, “because you have way too many clothes on.”
He moaned long and low, the sensation of it coursing through my body. “I do not have any protection.”
“I do.”
He rose up on his hands and hung over me. “You do? The pill?”
Without breaking eye contact I reached out and pulled the drawer open next to my bed. Inside, condoms were strewn across the bottom. “A gift from the last manufacturer who wanted to be part of the catalog. They glow in the dark.”
He thrust against my leg instinctively. “Glow in the dark is unnecessary. You aren’t going to see that condom on me before I am inside you.”
“Promises, promises,” I sighed, toying with his sensibilities.
He raised a brow and then lowered his lips to suck one hardened nipple into his mouth. I gasped loudly into the quiet room, and he laughed again, but this time, it skittered through me like a stone from a slingshot. His hand went to work on the other rosy-red bud, and I thrust upward against him. “Still too many clothes,” I cried. My voice was breathy and filled with need again, but this time for him.
He suckled my breast and lifted his head, my nipple still in his mouth until it released with a pop. He didn’t speak when he grasped the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. What lay underneath ratcheted up the heat level again until I worried that I would burn all the way through the bed. My hands slid up his chest and through the blond hair that smattered his muscular pecs. “God, Lars,” I sighed, “You’re beautiful.”
He smiled and shook his head. “No, but you are. You are ravishing. I cannot believe I am here with you like this. I have dreamed of it since I first laid eyes on you, but this, you, are even more than I dreamed.”
His hands went to the waistband of his pants, and he held my gaze. With deft precision, the pants were gone and he knelt before me in all his muscled glory. I sifted air through my teeth, my desire for him strong enough I could come again without him even touching me. Hesitant, but filled with curiosity, I stroked him, and he bobbed against my palm.
He took my hand in his and closed it around him, showing me how he liked to be stroked. “Do you like how I feel in your hand?”
“I love your velvety softness, but I’ll love it more when you’re inside me,” I said, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed, and he thrust forward at my words, his sanity held together by a thin thread.
Time to cut the thread.
I leaned forward and slid him inside my warm lips, his sharp intake of breath at the unexpected sensation my reward. He grasped my face with his hands and held my head, thrusting gently while I worked him up and down. He moaned in a way that told me he was close to losing it. I didn’t want that to happen until he was inside me, call me selfish. I ended the massage and stroked his tip for a moment with my tongue before I leaned back on the pillows. “I’m all yours, Lars.”
His eyes opened, and they were filled with lust and passion like I had never seen on another human before. “I hope with my entire being that is true, Serenity.” He lowered himself over me and kissed me. His hips thrust instinctively near my opening, but he didn’t enter me. My patience was nearing an end, and I grabbed a condom from the drawer while he tortured my breast with his tongue. Slowly he worked his way down my belly to my curls. “I need a taste first,” he whispered, his fingers curling around the condom.
His nose nuzzled me, and then his tongue lapped the length of me, slurping and sucking until he had to hold my hips down to continue. My thighs shook from the exertion, and I grasped his hair in my fist. “Stop. God, stop before I come again.”
