She couldn’t help arching into his touch.
“Oh, yes. You feel so full, so good in my hand.” He squeezed, and she felt way too aroused. On the verge of an orgasm from a little nipple action? God, she needed help.
Then he roamed. He kneaded her ass and slipped a hand under her thigh, his fingers moving under her panties to the heat of her, all while he watched her coming apart.
“So hot and wet,” he murmured. “So slick for me.”
“God, Axel.” Rena couldn’t take much more. Embarrassingly, she knew she’d come pretty soon if he didn’t stop. And she didn’t want him to stop.
“So beautiful.” His eyes shone like deep sapphires, glittering with desire. “I want to be inside you more than anything,Liebling.I’m so hard for you.”
“Yes,” she breathed, wanting to feel him deep inside. She kissed him, unable to be apart any longer.
Axel moaned and slid his fingers past her folds and into her.
The intrusion of his thick finger shocked her into a gasp, and he froze. But she didn’t want that, so she encouraged more, kissing him, stroking his tongue the way she wanted her body to glove him, touch him.
He worked her with his fingers, finding the taut nub that threatened to undo her with so much pleasure. She pulled her mouth away, moaning his name. He played her, fucking her with his fingers and hand, bringing her to the brink in a shocking, sudden climax that made her scream.
He rocked with her, locked beneath her in passion, in need. Then he pulled his hand away, and she sagged against him, both of them panting.
Rena rained kisses over his face, mouth, and neck. Everywhere she could reach. “Axel, oh, honey. That was so good.” And something he hadn’t yet experienced, as evidenced by the bulge between his legs and his hiss of pained pleasure when she rocked against him.
She reached between them, wanting to ease him as well, but he stopped her.
“Axel?”
“Nein,not for me. For you,” he managed, sounding strangled. “I wanted this for you. Okay?”
“Whatever you want,” she said, not sure what had just happened. “You do want me though, right?”
“Ja,” he said, loudly. “More than I can say. I want to fuck you. To have you come all over me,” he growled, the hunger on his face stirring her once more. “I want to lay you back and take you, over and over, hear you scream my name.”
She was close to it now. Man, was he good at the sex talk.
“And I will kiss you again, right between your legs, and lap you up. All that sweet cream just for me.” He brought her head down for another kiss, one that left her in no doubt of how much he wanted her. He rubbed up against her, his erection impossible to miss. “And I will fill you all up,Häschen.Both of us joined together.” He let her go, closed his eyes, and leaned back.
She stared down at male perfection. Awash in an almost surreal feeling of lust and affection and trust. Awareness came back, that she was wet between her legs, her skirt hiked up, his hands on her thighs. Jazz played on speakers around them, and the scent of roses mixed with the scent of sex and Axel’s heady cologne.
He opened his eyes, the need searing her. “We will make love when you are ready. And you will tell me this.”
“I will?” came out in a croak.
“Ja.When I make you my valentine.” He smiled.
“You mean I have to wait another month?”
He chuckled. “No. Unless that’s what you want. I’ll prove to you that I am a man worth being by your side. And you will know that I can be trusted to keep you safe.”
“I do know that.”
“Not yet, but you will.”
She didn’t understand him. “Well, if you say so.” She stood on her knees and stretched, feeling languid. How long had it been since she’d had an orgasm without having to do all the work?
She looked down and saw the strain on his face. “Poor Axel.” She kissed his firm lips, enjoying the contrast of such softness on such a hard man. “You sure you don’t want me to help you out?”
He groaned. “Stop tempting me. If you get your hands on me, I might lose my purpose.”
