Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I stopped and closed my eyes. I heard his hands leave the bathwater, and in seconds, they had my face between them, soft and wet. The soap slid from my hands, and before I could realize what was happening, his lips were on mine.
They were soft and sweet at first, tasting earthy and pure. Then, his tongue stroked the edge of my lips, and I parted them with a gasp. With Marc, kisses had been so close-lipped and stiff. I never dreamed I could feel so much sensation from Erik’s mouth.
Slowly, as if testing it out, I let my tongue out to touch with his. He responded in kind, and my mouth opened more. He quickly filled me with his taste and wetness. He nibbled at my lips and then soothed the spot with a lick before ravaging my mouth, his pace and pressure increasing. It felt like he was trying to eat me right there, enjoying every last drop, and I loved it.
I was so into it, wrapped up in our frantic desire for each other, that I leaned too far forward. I lost my balance and ended up in the tub with a splash. I cried out softly from the shock, and Erik let out a small laugh before his hands gripped my face and pulled me up. The warmth of the water seeped into my clothes, and I could feel his hardness pressing up against me.
His fingers nestled into my hair and made a fist in it. The spike of pain soon gave way to pleasure, and I wanted him to be rougher. I wanted to see the Viking in him come out, the fire let loose. As civilized as Rolf thought him to be, I wanted him wild and free. I wanted to be taken.
And yet, I was the one taking. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I pulled my wet shift up around my waist then over my head. I flung it to the floor and pressed my bare breasts against Erik’s chest. I could feel his heart racing alongside my own, and his mouth swiftly found my breasts at the same time as his hands. He kneaded, caressed, squeezed, his tongue darting around my nipple, his teeth occasionally grazing them. I was pulled through pleasure and pain, from soft to rough and slow to fast, and the throbbing pressure between my legs built to new heights.
I straddled him in the tub as much as I could as he worked my breasts, the mushroom-head of his cock rubbing against me. I both felt like I was about to explode, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. The hard corners of the tub jammed into my kneecaps, but I tried not to care. I wanted him and, in my naivety, wasn’t sure how to get it.
But Erik did. He gripped me hard around the small of my waist and lifted me clear out of the tub. Before I had a chance to get up, he sprang out, water running off his perfectly toned body, and crushed me to the floor by the fire.
I reveled in the feeling of his weight on me. My hands went to his arms, feeling this biceps as they strained to keep him from crushing me completely. The muscles of his back rippled under my nails, as did his long, tight stomach as I scratched down it. I felt as frantic as a wild cat, arching my hips up to meet his cock, begging for him to be inside me.
He responded by reaching down and slowly caressing my wet slit. I writhed in pleasure, pressing myself into his fingers. He started rubbing the nub in a circular motion, occasionally dipping down into my opening and drawing the wetness out. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Just when the force became too much for me to keep back, he inserted two long fingers into me and twisted me open. I gasped at the intrusion before succumbing to it, and soon after, I felt his swollen crown press into my cunt. He was just as large as I imagined, and as he entered me, inch by wide inch, I felt the bite of pain. Unlike my first time, I welcomed it, opening my legs farther to accommodate him. When he was entering too slowly for my liking, I grabbed his high, clenched ass and drove him into me in one, swift motion.
I let out a small cry as the discomfort gave way to pleasure, and Erik quickened his pace. With one strong arm keeping his weight off my chest, he used his hand to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. The fire beside us was going strong, and soon, I was just as hot inside as I was outside.
Erik kept his eyes on me, even though I kept wanting to look away. The intimacy was too much at times, too real and too close, and yet, I felt waves of triumph as I watched the coldness in his eyes melt away to fire and lust. He wanted me so much, it drove me mad. I’d never wanted something so much and to be wanted in return.