Page 168 of Gin and Lava

“I didn’t warm you up,” I point out, sliding my hands over the round of her backside and inching my fingertips toward her pussy. But she looks into my eyes and lowers her hips—

Both of our mouths drop open as she takes my first inch—the immediacy of our connection brutal.

“Fuck!” I gasp. Not because it hurts, but because I love this woman and she’s looking at me like I’m the whole world.

Me.

I’m the fucking whole world!

“I said, I’m doing this slow,” she exhales with a shaky breath, not taking any more than that first inch. “You don’t have to warm me up because I’m making love to my boyfriend and it’s going to be so slow and beautiful.” She pushes her hips lower to take another inch of me, and all I can do is look at this gorgeous woman, shuddering as her pussy sucks on the top two inches of my cock.

“I thought Viking Princesses like to fuck,” I tease, and she smiles.

“They do. And you’ll get lots of her, too, Mason. But I need you to understand—” She takes another inch and my hands slide up to her hips to hold her steady as she balances. “I need you to know—I’d never do this with anyone else. You’re the only man I’d ever trust to take me in his car in pure daylight. And—” She loses her breath, her eyes fluttering shut as her tight pussy clenches. “Mason, your cock feels—!”

I move my thumb down and brush her cleft. She gasps, her thighs trembling as she drops to take me another inch.

“Are you going to propose to me in a second?” I tease. “Last time you asked me to be your boyfriend, you were telling me to get down on one knee and put a ring on it in less than three hours.”

“Touch my clit again and I just might,” she tosses back, lifting her hips and making me growl at how good she feels pulling back up. I move both my thumbs to where she’s split on my dick, her long lashes fluttering open to look at me as my fingers threaten a dual-assault.

I run my thumbs over the outside petals of her folds, stroking each side that swallows my cock. Her breath turns ragged, and I think she’s going to fall over, but she manages to hold herself poised, breathing through the pulses of heat as her cunt squeezes around me.

“Oh, my girlfriend likes that,” I whisper, stroking both sides again, watching her shudder and lean back, and adjusting her hips. She grabs the “oh-shit bar” next to my window, then does some voodoo magic with her body. She rolls like a belly dancer from her stomach to hips, sliding me deep inside her as we both cry out. “Oh fuck!”

She does it again, and again—slow and wild, swallowing my cock down and inside her hot channel. Then she shifts her hips and lifts her ass in a wicked dance, sliding me in and out and back. It isn’t hurried. It isn’t how she rode me that first time in her truck when she was chasing a furious orgasm on her way to Valhalla. No, this is tender and different, like she’s worshiping me.

“I know you wanted to do this slow,” I say, “but this amazing thing you’re doing right now—it’s—you’re going to make me come in a second.”

She doesn’t stop. Instead, her eyes get hooded and she keeps taking me with her wicked body.

“I’m not kidding, Naomi. I—I’m going to—”

“Come inside your girlfriend, Haas,” she commands, cupping my face and continuing her amoral undulations. And fuck, I can’t deny her, because my cock is twitching and I’m gasping and she keeps pumping on me slow and savage. I pour into her, grunting as she clenches down around me. “I love you,” she says as she wrings me out. “I love you so much, Mason Haas. You’re freaking perfect.”

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NAOMI

Mason sits beside me at the reception table. The two of us have cleaned up from our day-lit escapades in his car, and now we hold hands under the table, our fingers laced. It’s such a small gesture, the intertwining of digits, and yet, I never want to let go. There’s a ferocity in my chest that wants this constant contact with him, and the Viking Princess in me can’t wait to shout from the rooftops that this ismy man.

I point at the place card sitting on the plate in front of him. It saysSecret Fiancéon it. Shauri must’ve had her calligrapher create the place setting sometime this week, and I can’t help but smile at it.

“This is inaccurate,” Mason says, picking up the card and waving it at me. “You didn’t propose in the car.”

“One day at a time,” I say sweetly, eyeing Esme across the dance floor who seems happy to see Mason and I sitting together.

“Is that code for you’re going to fuck me every day like you just did in my car?” he asks naughtily, leaning over to kiss my hair.

“I made love to you,” I correct, leaning into the kiss he drops on my cheek. “And you might be surprised how voracious my appetite is.”

“My girlfriend is a horn dog.” He nips my ear, and I squeeze his hand under the table.

“You better get used to surprise visits to the Gin n’ Lava.”

“You better get used to washing dishes.”

“Oh, you’re going to make me work for it now?” I tease, smacking him playfully on the shoulder. He winces despite his laugh, that sunburn is brutal. “You know, I do have a cooling lotion for that burn.”

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