“Fuck. Yes, more.” He grunted. Groaned. Begged and swore. His orgasm threatened to tear from his body in a violent storm of love and need. Then Rena deep-throated him while her hands stroked him to heaven. “Pull away now. I’m coming,” he warned, barely able to talk. But instead of pulling away, she bore down.
He couldn’t stop himself. He shouted and tensed as he shot down her throat, the pleasure overwhelming as he poured all of himself into her.
The ecstasy drugged him, and he floated in a world where nothing hurt as she slowly eased away, sucking him hard at the end, so that a second, even more brutal orgasm swept over him.
He was groaning and praying when she stood.
“I didn’t understand any of that,” she said, and he realized he’d resorted to German. Thanking her, loving her, wanting her never to leave him. “But it sounds pretty good.”
He just looked at her and opened his arms.
She came into them, and he shivered, still sensitive as his body came down from a major rush of endorphins.
I love you so much.He sighed against her neck and nuzzled her hair, so taken with the pretty swirls of gold and brown. “I am sorry.”
She pulled back to look at him with a frown. “Sorry?”
“That we did not use the condom. Yet.” He grinned, his heart light, his body not feeling any aches at all. “Now why don’t you sit here, right at the edge of the tub, so I can apologize properly. And spread your legs wide, so I know when you accept.”
She did as he said and gave him a wicked smile. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m still pretty mad at you for getting hurt. And then not using that condom when I went to the trouble of leaving this warm bath to get it for you? That didn’t help.”
He knelt, ignoring a twinge from his ribs and thigh, the pain returning. “Ah,Häschen.Then let me show you how sorry I am.”
* * *
Rena succumbed to her first orgasm faster than he had. But it had been his fault. Blowing him was such a turn-on. She loved the act because she felt powerful, giving so much pleasure. And with Axel, she especially loved making him lose all control. She’d peek and see him lost in pleasure or looking at her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. So, yes, she’d been close to her own climax after blowing him.
But he wouldn’t stop. Insatiable, he licked her to orgasm then kissed her and stroked her all over, pushing her through one climax without respite into a steady rise toward another.
He turned her around, bent over, standing out of the water, while he plucked her nipples and ground against her lower back from behind.
She wanted to feel him inside her, skin to skin, but she also worried about the implied intimacy.
Which was nuts because he’d touched and kissed her almost everywhere already, so how much more intimate could they get? But still. She wasn’t on any birth control, and as much as she wanted a baby, she wanted to be married first. That she kept imagining babies and a family with Axel scared her. She wanted it too much.
“Where is your head, little rabbit?” he crooned and smacked her ass, as he’d done a time or two before. Then the bastard would rub the sting away and play with her pussy until she wanted to scream.
“With you,” she moaned. “God, Axel. Fuck me already.”
He started with the German again, and she shivered, loving that deep voice saying all kinds of stuff she didn’t understand. He could have been talking about the weather, and she’d melt under that sexy voice.
He switched back to English. “I want to take you hard, bent over like this.” He leaned closer to whisper, “To fuck you so hard and jet inside your pussy. Leave you wet with my cum.”
She groaned and leaned back against him, letting him take her weight as he pushed against her lower back and fingered her to the edge of climax. Then he stepped back.
“Axel, please.”
He rustled behind her, then she felt him again, there between her legs, his thick shaft pushing past the swollen folds of her sex and into her. He lowered them both into the water, and as she sat facing away from him, she took the whole of him inside her.
“Ah, yes. So good,” he moaned and forced her to ride him up and down then faster. A reverse cowboy that made him feel so fucking big inside her. “Touch yourself. Comemitme,” he ordered.
She did, feeling her orgasm coming.
“Tell me. How do I feel inside you? Do you like my thick cock?” he murmured, going all in with the dirty talk. He said a few things that shocked—and intrigued—her, and then he was taking over all control, fucking her in earnest, the water in the tub sloshing all over.
She came, gripping him inside her, and she lost awareness as the orgasm took over. She felt him stiffen, his hands gripping her so hard, that forceful side of her lover so damn hot. He really was like a Viking warrior claiming his woman.
She smiled to herself, drifting in bliss.
