"Dorian..."
He looked up, eyes the darkest velvet, softer than she'd ever seen them. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
She shook her head, voice barely a whisper. "No. Don't stop."
He smiled faintly as she moved closer, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away. She watched his face as he let her push him back and straddle him. As she settled on him with her bare pussy pressing against the hardness straining his zipper, she could see his pupils dilate before his hands closed on either side of her hips like a vice and his eyes closed tight. He let his head fall back with a groan.
"You are going to have to do all the work." he muttered as he ground his teeth, "I am not going to last."
A siren's smile curved her full lips as she stood up to carefully unzip him. Then she hooked her fingers on either side and said, "Lift your butt a bit."
He immediately complied, and she peeled his pants and boxers off at once before straddling again. He wasted no time, pulling her zipper down and divesting her of her dress. She hadn't worn a bra and his attention was immediately on her heavier breasts, the nipples larger and darker than before. He tried to catalogue the changes in her body, but before he could get far, she pressed closer, guiding the flared head of his cock to her slick opening and bearing down to take him in slow, deliberate inches. A strangled moan escaped him as his eyes closed involuntarily, and his mouth fell open as she moved slowly on him until her pelvis met his. Dorian fisted her hair, bringing her close as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Her wet little pussy tightened around his bare cock, and she lifted up only to sink down again slowly, moaning into Dorian's mouth.
They had never had sex without a condom. Trying to breathe evenly was all he could do as her hot inner walls surrounded his length completely. The pulsing heat, the exquisite tightness, the slick glide of skin on skin almost made him lose control right then.
"Sink all the way down," he pleaded in a desperate growl. Her thighs trembled where they braced around his much larger size. Hands gripping her hips, he groaned to keep from thrusting up, forcing himself to let her set the pace.
Her hips moved slowly at first. Up and down, and then a little twist with every rise and fall that felt like pure heaven. The friction built steadily, her slick heat coating him, drawing soft,wet sounds into the quiet room. Then her hips suddenly jerked erratically before stilling and her inner muscles squeezed him in tight pulses as she came undone around him. That was all it took to tip him over as he came inside her with short frantic jerks of his hips.
The quiet between them was broken only by the sound of rain and their slowing breaths. Dorian let out a low laugh against her hair, the kind that vibrated through his chest.
"What?" Rune asked sleepily, still tucked against him.
"I think sex is way better without a condom. It has been a revelation."
Rune just giggled and dozed off as he ran wondering fingers through her long hair.
He tilted his head, voice husky with amusement. "Just picturing your parents walking in right now and finding us like this. I'd never be forgiven for desecrating their sofa."
Rune gave a small snort of laughter, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I think they will forgive you as they seem to have forgiven you for leading me astray."
"True," he said, still chuckling. "I thought your mum was planning to bury me under the patio for hurting you."
She leaned back enough to look at him, her lips curving. "Maybe," she said slowly, "we should move operations upstairs. Knowing my parents, god knows what they have been up to on this couch."
His grin faded into something closer to alarm. "Time we vacated the sofa. I am going to have to wash my brain with bleach now to get rid of that particular image."
Chapter thirty-seven
Chapter 37
Rune gingerly pulled back, slowly disengaging from him. They both gasped at the sensation as she slowly stood back up while trying to catch the escaping wetness sliding down her thighs. Dorian followed her up but his eyes were on their combined essence seeping down her thigh. Dorian still had his shirt on while she was completely naked, but it didn't feel uncomfortable... until she realized the kitchen curtains were open.
"Think we might have given the neighbours a show with dinner", she giggled, though she fervently hoped not, because there was a teenager next door, and she had no plans of becoming a YouTube sensation for all the wrong reasons. Dorian just muttered something about privacy and lawsuits before moving to firmly pull the curtains closed.
Then he bent slightly, arms poised to lift her again, but Rune caught his wrists.
"Don't you dare," she said, half laughing. "I can walk just fine."
He raised an eyebrow. "You're carrying precious cargo."
"This coming from the man who had a vasectomy to avoid having children," she shot back, eyes gleaming with challenge." And I have perfectly capable legs, thank you very much, sir, so don't even think about it."
His dark eyes fixed intently on her for a few long seconds before he gathered her close. "I'd like to insert an addendum to that statement," he murmured. "I never wanted to have kids unless it was with you."
Rune blinked up at him, the corners of her mouth curving into a slow smile. "Oh, I don't know, Mr Albury... that's a U-turn at the speed of light. Are you admitting you were wrong?"
"Possibly," he said, his tone turning softer. "All I'm saying is there isn't much I wouldn't do to have you back." His thumb traced lazy circles at the small of her back before smoothing a large palm over the curve of her butt. "When you're not around, my focus goes to hell. I make careless mistakes, I don't sleep, and every reminder of you, every scent, every sound, throws me off balance."
