He gives me a small window to catch my breath before fucking my mouth brutally. He never lets go of his hair, so he is in control of how fast and deep he goes. When I gag, saliva dribbling down my chin, he hums in delight.
I am so aroused that I can’t help but reach down to pleasure myself.
I match the rhythm of my fingers to the tempo of Ulf’s strokes, and soon, I’m lost to anything but utter pleasure.
“Keep touching yourself, ástin mín. I love watching you.”
For once, I do as he asks because stopping isn’t possible.
Ulf pulls me off his cock slowly, coaxing me to arch my neck back so we can lock eyes. He runs his thumb over my puffy bottom lip as I gasp for air, close to climax.
“Did you think of me as you sank those fingers into that tight pussy?”
I would be a liar if I said no because I often imagined it was his fingers bringing me to climax. I also would think about when Skarth, Ulf, and I were one. All reservations were forgotten for that one perfect moment.
Our bodies were one.
As were our souls.
I never felt safer. Or more loved.
How I long for it again.
The memories are an aphrodisiac, and as Ulf watches me pleasure myself, I can taste both men on my tongue. Their signature fragrances overwhelm, and I moan, remembering Skarth thrusting into me as I tasted Ulf on my tongue.
Ulf reaches down and begins playing with my nipples, squeezing them hard. He knows how I love this combination.
The familiar burn ignites in my belly, but it’s not my hand I want. No matter how desperate I sound, I do not care. I will beg if I must.
“I—” I tongue my upper lip, eyes half-mast. “I want…”
“What do you want, ástin mín?” He slides his hand up the valley of my breasts before cupping my throat.
He takes my breath away—literally, only heightening the pleasure.
The longer I take to respond, the harder he grips my throat, which is why I delay replying.
The pain is something both Ulf and I enjoy. It’s something about delayed gratification that makes the pinnacle so sweet.
With Ulf siphoning off my air, I gasp, “I want…you. always.”
Ulf hums in satisfaction before releasing me. He lifts me with ease, and the moment I wrap my arms around his nape, I also lock my legs around his waist. He slams me onto his hard cock. We both moan the moment he is sheathed deep.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, thrusting upward.
I gasp because I almost forgot how good he feels—almost.
But when he begins to move, I see that my memory has done a poor job of this because this is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
Making love with Skarth is beyond words, but with Ulf, there has always been an animalistic undercurrent between us. I believe it’s because our love is tempestuous. And sometimes the line between love and hate blurs.
But our bodies have always spoken the same language.
I bounce up and down as Ulf wraps his arm around my waist, thrusting into me quickly. He is inside me so deeply that it robs me of air. He is everywhere, but it’s still not enough.
He bends forward and bites between my neck and shoulder, marring me with his sharp teeth.
I tug at his long, wet hair, which cascades down his muscular back. Our bodies move in sync, taking and giving. He encourages me to lean back, and when I do, he grips my hips and commences fucking me brutally.
