She moves slowly to stand facing the footboard. I yank off my sweater, and then drop my jeans and boxers. Looking back, her sharp attention is on my body, particularly my groin and thighs. I pump my cock a few times, letting her watch.
“You can look at me as much as you want later. But right now, put your forehead on the mattress, and keep it there.” Pulling her panties down to her knees, I graze her skin with my fingers. Then I lift and set her over the smooth curve of the high footboard, so her chest is on the mattress and her legs dangle over the floor.
It’s a good height for fucking. And having this girl draped over the bed, open and ready for me, makes my blood pound.
In this position, her ass is the most prominent part of her. And just below it, her pouting pussy, right there, ripe for the taking.
I could look at her like this all night.
Guiding the head of my cock to her opening, I feel the tantalizing heat. When I enter her pussy, her walls hug my cock. She’s dripping wet, but it still takes some force to fully penetrate her body.
My fingers tighten on her hips, and I drive deep inside her.
A soft whimper accompanies a small twist of her hips.
“Mmm.” I grip her harder, anchoring her pelvis on the wood. Then I glide out and drive back in. A few slow strokes to stretch her around me. Her long pretty fingers grasp the blanket as she exhales a groan.
Once I start thrusting, it takes several minutes for her to surrender to the ride. Her legs kick and shake, but not enough to interrupt my rhythm. By the time my balls tighten, she’s mine.
“Arch your back. Offer your pussy up.”
She obeys, andfuck, yes.
The heaviness in my balls turns into flaming need. When the orgasm grips me, I feel it in my entire body. Emptying my seed into this girl feels better than sex with anyone else ever has.
It’s not because she’s beautiful. Or because she has a phenomenal body.
It’s because even when fucking bombs explode, instead of focusing all my attention on finding Casanova as I should, I spend my entire day fixated on finding Arya and dragging her back to me.
Fucking Arya tonight wasn’t about sex. Not for either of us. It was about me staking my claim and proving once again that she’s not allowed to leave me.
Making her give me her body is just the gateway to what we actually want.
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ARYA
The sex is amazing.I wish it could go on all night because when he’s inside me, taking what he wants, the only thing I can think about is how it feels. Hot, exciting, addictive.
When it’s over, though, the emotions that crash over me make me want to dissolve into thin air. My legs feel as if I’ve done too many toe presses and turned my muscles to jelly, so I don’t try to stand. He picks me up and puts me in bed.
When he pulls the covers up over us, it’s like being enclosed in a cocoon. My body stills.
Erik lies on his side, dragging me even closer, so I’m within inches of him. His fingers stroke my hair.
“Don’t pet me,” I say. “Or you’ll have a mess on your hands.”
“What kind of mess?”
I try to pull his hand away, but he flexes his muscles, so I can’t.
“Can you stop?”
“What kind of mess?” His voice is low as his thumb strokes my eyebrow.
“I’m having a really tough time right now,” I whisper. “It’s a lot of things. I haven’t been sleeping.” I take a little sip of air. I can’t believe I’m confessing this to the Viking of all people. “If I go another night without sleep, I’m afraid I might lose my mind.” Suddenly there are tears in my eyes, which should infuriate me but actually just makes me feel more desperately sad and strung out.
“Nightmares?”
