“Oh god,” I breathe. I make noises but I’m not sure what I say. I am only aware of the friction between our bodies, of the spring deep inside of me that tightens and tightens, slowly, bit by bit, until I burst.
I come without warning, shaking, screaming, gripping Stellan with my legs. Inside I’m falling off the edge of a precipice into a canyon of sensation, crashing toward the shore like a tsunami.
Stellan stiffens and cries out something I don’t understand in Danish, pumping into my body, his semen feeling hot as it enters my pussy in long lashes.
“Fuck,skatter,” he mumbles, slowing at last. “Christ.”
A note of laughter bubbles to my lips. I’m high, I think; high on him. Stellan leans down and kisses my lips so passionately and forcefully that I lose my breath all over again.
When he pulls out of my pussy and lies down beside me, he’s still struggling to breathe. A shiver runs up my spine and he gives me a guilty look.
“Ja, I know.” He pulls his pants up and then starts dressing me, which is a little weird. “I should’ve just fucked you last night instead of dragging you out here to a waterfall to fuck.”
My lips curl upward. “I didn’t say anything.”
He purses his lips and tries to pull my shirt down over my head. I laugh and grab the shirts from him. “I can dress myself.”
Then he kisses me deeply, until I almost forget that I am cold. “Come on. Let’s go back to the house.”
Pulling on my pants, I arch a brow. “Are you ready to go home already?”
He pulls his shirt on over his head, wrinkling his nose at me. “No. I can think of about ten different ways I wouldlike to fuck you, if I’m honest. I just don’t want to get caught with my pants down out here.”
Biting my lip, I give him a daring look. “I’ll race you back to the house.”
Stellan takes off without warning, apparently taking my challenge to heart. I laugh as I start running after him, feeling more playful than I have since I was a kid.
Chapter Twenty-One
Margot
We barely make it inside the house before Stellan is on me again. He stops me at the kitchen island, turns me around, and lifts me onto the smooth marble counter. Bending his head just a little, he kisses me hard, then leaves a stinging bite on my throat.
I suck in an audible breath. “Oh…”
He pauses to look at me, his eyes scanning my face to gauge my reaction. “I want to play rough.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “By all means. Don’t let me stop you…”
He looks at me like a kid who’s just been given a lifetime supply of candy; like he can’t believe that I actually gave him permission to be rough. “Ja?”
When I nod, he slides his hand through my hair and grips it hard, pulling my head back a fraction of an inch. “You have only to say stop,skatter.”
I give him a slow smile. “Why would I tell you to stop doing what makes me hot?”
Stellan groans a little, pulling at my leather jacket. “Weneed to go somewhere with a bed so I can fuck you in it. I need your body,skatter.”
My face heats. “Oh?”
He’s already moving me backward through the house, kissing me and groping me. I love every minute of it too, getting wet just knowing that heneedsme. He backs me into a bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
“Take your pants off. Actually, I want all of it gone. I need you bare before me.”
It only takes a second for me to ditch my clothes. When I’m naked before his gaze, he looks at my mouth, my tits, the apex of my thighs.
He moves back to look at me, and I see the fire raging in his eyes. A fire that I feel too, a fire that could consume us both for all I care. His gaze drops to my lips, and I lean forward, lips parting. He moves to kiss me, his lips firm and demanding.
This is no peck on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping and exploring. My tongue dances with his as I sigh and sink into it.
