“Yours.”
She clenched around him, driving him dangerously close to the edge. He needed to see her face, wanted towatch her as she came, and turned her again so she was on her back.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Not going to stop, baby.” He tugged her to the edge of the bed and stood by the side. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.” He grabbed his cock and slid it over her opening before dipping inside. “Ready?”
“Yes, damn it. Do something.”
He gave her a lazy smirk, took her at her word, and entered her, holding her thighs to give himself leverage as he… did something… just like she’d demanded. Gunnar moaned, throwing his head back, fighting against the orgasm he could feel was ready to explode through him.
Jorja first.
Jesus.
Her first.
Her first.
Jorja screamed, her eyes closing tightly shut as she came on his cock, and he followed her over into the abyss. Finally, they both sighed and relaxed back on the bed. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, he didn’t want to stop touching her, and ran his fingers over Jorja’s skin. When his fingers skimmed close to her clit, she sighed and opened her legs wider, giving him more access to run his fingers over her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside her.
“Gunnar.” She sighed and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking him from root to tip. Her fingers soon found a rhythm which drove him insane, and he doubled his efforts, pumping his fingers in and out of her until both moaned as they pleasured each other.
“I love the sounds you make when I do this.” He tweaked a nipple with one hand.
Jorja moaned and sighed, her body relaxing into him. It didn’t take long before he knew if he didn’t do something,he’d come in her hands. Gunnar rolled them over until she straddled him, with a knee on either side of his hips. She gripped his cock firmly in her hands and slid him into her.
“Fuck.”
“Is that what this is called?”
His beautiful minx smirked down at him and clenched hard as she slid all the way down over his cock.
“Mmh.” Gunnar slid his hands under her buttocks, helping her as she moved up and down, faster and slower as they desired. When Jorja bent forward, he licked and nipped at her breasts, and when she arched backward, he stroked over her clit with his thumb. Every stroke, every touch, both demanding and giving more pleasure.
When Jorja’s moans came nonstop and she slumped forward against his shoulder, Gunnar once more flipped her onto her back and managed to stay inside her while he did it.
“No hands.”
“Gunnar.” Her fingers fisted into his hair and she tugged hard enough to make him wince.
Catching her ankles, he placed her legs on his shoulders, pulled his cock almost all the way out, banded one arm around her thighs, and thrust into her hard. Then again. On the third stroke, she was screaming his name and came.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “Just fucking beautiful.” His hips stuttered and he pressed into her, holding her against him as he came hard enough to see stars and sparks behind his closed eyelids.
Gunnar carefully flopped down beside her and pulled her head onto his chest, his fingers smoothing the hair back from her temple. “I think you killed me.”
“But what a way to go, right?” Jorja pressed a kiss to his chest.
He kissed her temple. “Damn straight, baby. Damn straight.”
They cuddled together for long moments, enjoying the afterglow until Jorja blew out a breath and sat up. “I gotta pee.”
He let her go and watched her walk across the room to the bathroom. “I’m one lucky bastard.”
“Did you say something?” Jorja called from the bathroom.
“No, baby.” He decided he loved having this with her. The bond which had been forged between them would only continue to grow. He vowed to nourish it, to feed it often. One did not get to keep a forever love if it wasn’t looked after. As Jorja emerged from the bathroom, she grabbed his discarded t-shirt and slipped it on over her head, inside out. His inner caveman growled in pleasure. “I love you.”
