“Hello?” My voice is a model of pure innocence.
“Why?” His growl excites me. “Why are you torturing me? Now, all I can think about is sliding between your legs and licking you until you pass out.”
“Being in your bed makes me wet…”
“Yeah? Well, now I’m sporting a semi at a business meeting. I sneaked away to the bathroom to regain control.” Axel releases a shaky breath. “I was trying to be a gentleman…”
“I don’t need you to be a gentleman,” I mewl. “BUT, I will let you finish your day. No more interruptions. I promise.”
Axel grunts, “You might as well stay where you are because I’m burying my tongue in your pussy the moment I see you. Understand?”
* * *
Heaven
I awaken from the best nap I’ve had in a while. I stretch like a kitten, my mind not fully focusing on my surroundings, yet. In my mind, I’d awakened in my apartment after a good dream. I open my eyes slowly, and I’m confronted by the ocean. I jump out of the bed, knocking over my phone in the process. My brain catches up and my heartbeat steadies.
Axel’s house.
I check the time after retrieving my phone. 6:32 PM. No missed calls, no messages. My stomach growls, and I wander off to the kitchen. I pad across the cold travertine floor and peak into the refrigerator. I’m not surprised to find several clear containers hosting different types of food and fruit. I see beer, bottled water, and some sort of green juice. I play it safe and grab a banana off the counter. I’m halfway done when I hear heavy footsteps. I turn to find a completely nude Axel powering my way. His blond locks flow in the wind created by his movements. His sapphire eyes spear me; the shock of it causes the banana to slide out of my hand. I hear the wet plop of the peel hitting the counter, then it’s forgotten.
Axel yanks me by my shirt, pulling me into a bruising kiss. I moan against his mouth when he roughly palms my breast and naked ass cheek. His caveman finesse has me desperate for him. My nails dig into his biceps. He molds my body to his hard, erect one. I’m forced to walk backward; his silent command leads us further into the kitchen.
I find myself on one of the bar chairs with one leg thrown over the back while the other dangles over his shoulder. Axel places a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my most intimate part. I buck against his mouth as his tongue laps up my juices. I pull up the shirt to get a better view of what he’s doing to my body. My whole body warms at the sight of Axel devouring me like a first-class treat. I run a hand through his hair, pulling it a little when his tongue does something amazing.
“Damn, Axel! Do that again?” I moan, my voice slightly echoing in the quiet kitchen.
He fulfills my request while pumping his fingers into me. Axel’s skill coupled with the raw hunger in his eyes has me spasming quickly. I moan his name helplessly as he continues the sweet torture with his mouth.
With a growl, Axel lifts me from the chair and splays me on the kitchen floor before I can catch my breath. He impales me wonderfully, my eyes roll back, my back bows, and my toes curl. His thrusts are rough and frantic, and I love every minute of it. I grip his shoulder with one hand and pull his hair with the other; I hold on until I’m cuming hard and screaming his name.
Axel follows me over the edge, and we lie on the floor gasping for breath. We are sweaty and sated, and my limbs are jelly.
I let out a long breath. I’ve been in California less than twenty-four hours, and I’m already addicted to Axel.
Axel
“Heaven! I’m home!” I’m joking, but it feels good to say it. “Are you ready?”
She appears on the stairs, and my heart does that kick drum thing it’s been doing since she’d arrived. I have to slow down; I’ll be in love by the end of the week if I’m not careful. Her curvy hips and thighs are encased in ultra-tight denim. Good move. We aren’t making it through dinner without my hand roaming to my favorite zone otherwise. I chuckle when I see her scalloped lace high neck shirt tucked into her jeans. It has lace sleeves and cleavage that allows her to be sexy yet covered.
“That’s one of those tops that’s attached to panties isn’t it?”
“A bodysuit,” she corrects. “Yes.”
“Are you trying to tell me something with this complete coverage,” I tease with a kiss to her red glossed lips.
“Yes. My outfit is telling you that I’m dying to know why I’m here. Since one of those reasons has been reiterated three times in the five hours I’ve been here, I’d like to know the rest.”
Ah. She’s counting the kitchen twice. I guess it qualifies as additional time. I’d gotten a second wind minutes after cumming inside of her, so I rolled back on top and went for an encore. What can I say? My dick is enamored with her currently well-guarded pussy. I’ll give this round to the lady.
“It might be four or five by the time the night is over,” I promise her as we leave.
I don’t want to make a big deal about her arrival. I still need to talk to her and get her permission to tell the world we’re a couple. I mean, we aren’treallya couple. We get along well, and the sex is off the charts, but we haven’t made any commitments to each other. Hell, I just found her yesterday. I don’t know how she feels about long-distance relationships. We live in two different time zones. We would have to be on the same page about a lot of things. I don’t know if she has something casual in Texas; a man she calls when she’s in the mood. The notion pisses me off. I peel out of the driveway with more force than necessary.
“Be careful,” she admonishes. Heaven rubs the dashboard of my Rolls Royce like it’s a scared child. “Did Thor hurt you, baby?”
An amused snort escapes me before I respond, “You like my car, I take it.”
