He squeezed, and she arched back, grinding against that hard body.
“In me,” she said. “I want you to make love to me.”
He groaned and slid his hand down her belly, kissing her shoulder, the side of her neck, nuzzling through her hair. That talented hand moved down, over her belly and threading through the trim thatch of hair guarding her sex.
He slid a finger through her wet folds into her, and she whispered his name, lost.
He said something in German as he touched her, his stiff torso a tease, close but not close enough. He rocked against her, his cock thick, bruising.
She loved knowing he wanted her so much, and then he was gone. Before she could question where he’d gone, he flipped her to her back and settled between her legs, his mouth drawing her clit deep, flicking his tongue against the places she needed him most.
She ran her hands through his hair, keeping him close, her legs on either side of his head. And that’s when she felt the tickle of his beard, his mustache one giant massage toy as he made her scream as she came.
Axel wouldn’t stop, moaning against her, so good, so fucking fine.
Just as the sensation grew too much to bear, he eased off, kissing her thighs and his way up her stomach to her breasts. He paused to look down at her, his gaze both soft and satisfied.
“Mine,” he said.
She couldn’t think, so she nodded.
His mouth clamped over her nipple. He sucked, hard, and she felt her desire return in a rush. As his lips and teeth made her mindless, his facial hair like another set of hands caressing her skin, he molded her other breast with his hand, learning her shape.
“So big. I love your breasts.” He slid his cock against her belly, and she felt moisture graze her stomach. “I want to fuck you so hard, Rena. I want to be gentle, to not bring anything but pleasure.” He bit her nipple with enough sting to make her cry out for more. “But I don’t know if I can be.”
“Fuck gentle,” she rasped. “I want you in me.”
He blinked then smiled, a look of such sin she couldn’t stop herself from taking charge. She pushed against his chest, and he eased away enough that she could flip him onto his back. She took a packet and ripped it open, grabbing the condom.
Then she took a good look at what she’d been missing.
“Oh my God. You arehuge.”
“And so hard.” He kept talking, switching to German, and caressed her breasts, looking up at her with such possession.
She eased back and looked her fill. The man had so much strength, so much muscle. The right half of his torso and arm from shoulder to biceps was covered in tattoos. His beard and mustache framed the lower half of his square jaw, and those dark-blue eyes gleamed with desire.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he said, “so I can eat you again. You taste good,Häschen.”
“That isit! You are getting this on and getting inside me right now.” She put the condom over him, stretching the latex over one fine dick. She rubbed his balls, and he spread his legs wider and moaned. “You need to come, baby?”
“Inside you, Rena. So hot.” He had his hand between her legs and slid his finger inside her, pumping in and out. Damn, he was good at sex.
“Yes.”
But before she could mount him, he turned the tables and had her on her back again, blanketed by his big, hot body.
“First time, let me be on top. To be easier,” he said, his voice tight.
He looked wild, verging on growing out of control.
She’d never seen a more beautiful man in all her life.
“Come inside me, Axel. Just you and me.”
He nudged her thighs wider and put the tip of himself inside her. Then he leaned on his elbows to keep his weight clear and slowly slid inside, inch by inch.
He just kept moving, until she didn’t think she could take one centimeter more.
