Oktober claimed my mouth with his, hot and demanding.His hands slid down my back to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly.I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping as the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my pussy through our clothes.I whimpered and he plunged his tongue into my mouth until I moaned and rocked myself over his cock as he stumbled inside the cabin with me wrapped around him.
“Bedroom?”he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point making me shiver.
“Through there,” I managed, pointing vaguely behind me.
He carried me inside, kicking the door closed behind us.His lips never left mine as he navigated to the bedroom, laying me down on the rumpled sheets where I’d spent the night dreaming of this very moment.
“Gott, you’re beautiful,” Oktober breathed, pulling back to look at me.His hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin.“May I?”
I nodded, lifting my arms as he peeled the shirt over my head.The cool morning air pebbled my nipples, but Oktober’s heated gaze made me feel anything but cold.He groaned, a deep sound that reverberated through me.
“No bra,” he observed with a wolfish smile.“Were you planning to seduce me, little Mia?”
“I slept in this,” I admitted, suddenly shy under his intense scrutiny.
“Lucky shirt.”His thumb brushed across my nipple, and I arched into his touch, a small moan escaping me.“Need a taste,” he murmured, lowering his head to replace his thumb with his mouth.The wet heat of his tongue sent lightning through my body.I clutched at his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach.When he sucked hard, I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Oktober,” I gasped, tugging at his shirt.“Too many clothes.”
He straightened, pulling his T-shirt off in one fluid motion.My breath caught at the sight of him.Tattoos covered his chest and arms, intricate designs I wanted to trace with my fingers, my tongue.Scars interrupted the artwork here and there.His muscles rippled as he moved, not the polished perfection of a gym rat but the functional strength of a man who used his body.
“Like what you see?”he asked, a hint of vulnerability beneath his confident tone.
“God, yes,” I breathed, reaching out to touch the inked skin of his chest.“Your pants,” I said, my voice husky with want.“Take them off.”
He made quick work of the rest of our clothing, each newly revealed inch of skin explored with reverent attention.When we were both naked, he moved back slightly, his gaze traveling over me with an appreciation so raw and honest it left me breathless rather than self-conscious.
“Perfekt,” he murmured against my neck.His larger body covered mine like a warm security blanket.
I gasped as Oktober’s weight pressed me into the mattress, his skin hot against mine.His mouth on my neck as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone made me squirm.All the while, he moved his hands over my curves, exploring my body with reverent hunger.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered against my skin.“Show me how to please you.”
The request was so different from what I was used to that it momentarily stunned me.Eric had always assumed he knew what I wanted.Oktober waited, his blue eyes searching mine for permission, for direction.“Touch me,” I breathed.“Anywhere.Everywhere.”
He smiled, a predatory curve of lips that made my pulse quicken.“With pleasure.”
His calloused hands moved with surprising gentleness as he moved them down my body, leaving goose bumps in his wake.When his fingers trailed down my stomach between my legs, I trembled in anticipation, canting my hips to meet his touch eagerly.
“So wet already,” he murmured, sliding one finger through my folds.“Ready for me.”
I moaned as he circled my clit with exquisite perfection, building pressure in slow, deliberate strokes that had me arching off the bed and crying out his name.When he slipped one thick finger inside me, I clutched at his shoulders.“More,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.I’d never been what I’d describe as a demanding lover.In fact, I’d never really asked for anything.I just wanted the experience.This time things progressed a little differently.
Oktober chuckled, the sound vibrating against my breast where his mouth had returned.“Greedy little thing.”He added a second finger, curling them upward to hit a spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.“I like it.”
“Oh God,” I gasped, my hips rising to meet each thrust of his hand.
“That’s it,” he encouraged.“Show me how much you want my cock inside this sweet little pussy.”
His thumb pressed against my clit as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me.The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
“Let go,Kätzchen,” Oktober commanded, his voice rough and husky.“Come for me.”
The orgasm crashed through me without warning, intense and soul-shattering.I screamed his name as my body clenched around his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me until I collapsed, boneless and panting.
Before I could recover, Oktober moved down my body, settling between my thighs.“Not enough,” he growled, his accent growing thicker as his own lust built.“Need to taste you.”
The first stroke of his tongue nearly sent me off the bed.I was still sensitive from my orgasm, every nerve ending raw and exposed.He held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he devoured me with single-minded focus.
