“I’m fighting myself not to roll you over and take you hard right now,” he panted, sweat gathering near his blond hair.
“Do it.”
“Don’t tempt me.” He looked up at her, and his gray eyes had gone feral. “You know what I like.”
He opened his mouth and sucked on her breasts again, now so sensitive that an orgasm began to build in her stomach from just his mouth on her tits. Flicka gasped, and he moved lower, biting and sucking on her stomach until he slipped off the bed and landed on his knees.
“Dieter?”
He grabbed her hips and dragged her and the whole bedspread to press her sex against his open mouth.
Wildness shot through her, and she arched up off the bed, crying out.
His tongue pressed inside her as he sucked on her clit, roughly mouthing her until she thrashed back and forth and grabbed his hair.
“Please,”she panted.“Please,I’m almost there,” her voice managed to say over the roaring in her head.
The insane pressure left her clit, and Flicka gasped, trying to breathe as Dieter crawled up her body. He snatched the foil packet, jammed on the condom, and pressed himself to her.
Flicka lifted her hips and squeezed her eyes closed.
Dieter,it wasDieter.
Dieter,who would never hurt her.
His hardness filled her, a slide that grew inside until the pleasure gathered so hard that it almost hurt.
His hard body reared above her, and she started shaking even as he drove into her.“Wait—”
He grabbed her around the waist, dipped his broad shoulder, and rolled so that she ended up on top of him.
The shaking fled, and desire overwhelmed her.
Flicka braced her hands on his shoulders and shoved herself backward, taking all of him inside her.
Dieter groaned and thrust with his hips, meeting her. He groped her and pressed her down, rubbing her clit on the rough mat of him, grinding into her.
Flicka scooted her knees down and rocked backward, taking him deeper, as he bucked into her from below.
Her body wound more tightly, coiling hard, and her clit swelled. She tried to go more slowly, tried to make it last, but Dieter made her ride him hard.
One more jerk of his body up into her and fire rushed up Flicka’s spine and grew out of her skin, blasting her to nothing.
She couldn’t even hear herself crying out, but her throat scalded as she came apart.
Later, whether minutes or hours, her cheek was warmed by Dieter’s wide chest. His burly arms wrapped her shoulders and around her head, and she was clutching his shoulders as she gasped.
He stroked her hair. “You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re okay.”
Wetness streaked her face.
She stretched her arms to cling to him.“Lieblingwächter.”
He stroked her hair and murmured,“Durchlauchtig.”
