Our phones blink on the table next to his side of the bed. My toe pushes against his calf.
“Give me my phone, Viking.”
His eyes open to slits, and his face takes on a skeptical expression. “Not yet.”
“No?”
He crooks a finger toward himself. I lean into him, so my breasts press against his side. Brushing a kiss over his chest, I say, “What?”
“I’ll take one on my lips, too.”
Moving above him, I kiss him softly. Then I slide the coverlet down his muscled body to expose his hard cock.
“Really?” I ask.
He shrugs.
My hand drops to his thigh, tracing my initial on it. His light blue eyes watch me as I take his cock in my hand and stroke him slowly.
“You don’t need to do anything with that.”
“I know.” My fingers stroke him again.
His massive chest expands, and his eyes drift shut.
The corner of my mouth curves into a smile. I like seeing him like this. Scooting down, I lower my face, taking him in my mouth, sucking on the head until he gives up a salty drop of pre-cum.
The sound of his breathing grows harsher, but otherwise he’s silent as I tease and suck and stroke him. Eventually, his hips pulse, and one of his hands pushes down on the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper.
It’s a struggle to get him as far back as he would like to go, which makes for a sexy game.
When he finally comes, my nipples are tight points and a throb between my legs has grown persistent.
After he catches his breath, he says, “Lie back and spread your legs. I’m hungry, too.”
“Use your hand instead,” I say softly as I lie back. “So I can look at you.”
He rolls onto his side, looking down at me as his big hand slides between my thighs. Our eyes lock, and his intent gaze makes my stomach flutter. Strong fingertips circle my clit and then curl inside me. His calloused palm rubs, parting my lower lips.
My thumb strokes his forearm, savoring the feel of his muscles contracting under the skin. When his fingers push deeper, stretching me open, my body tingles.
Exhaling, I whisper, “More of that.” My free hand slides up his chest to finger his nipple.
He kisses me, licking my tongue in a slow invasion of my mouth. My hand moves to the back of his neck to beckon him closer. A low growl emerges from his throat as my chest presses against his.
“You must want more than fingers inside you,” he says against my ear.
“I do. Can you?” I whisper back.
It doesn’t take long for him to get ragingly hard again. His fingers pull free, and he uses the hand to push my legs apart. He’s brought me so close to coming that when he pushes inside, my body contracts, squeezing him.
“That… is what heaven feels like,” he says. Blowing out a breath, he catches my hips in his tight grip. “Grind against me.”
There is no space between my clit and his flesh, so I do exactly what he tells me to do. For a while, we take it slow. Rubbing against each other feels so hot.
Eventually he gets rougher, and I press my nails into his ass. “Right there. Oh… yes.”
His fingers twist in my hair and pull my head back so he can suck on my throat. As he drives deeper than I can stand, I gasp and come, spasming around him.
