Chapter 7 #2
His teeth graze over my flesh, cutting me off. The slight sting of pain mixed with pleasure almost has me coming. When Rune pinches my other nipple, I cry out his name.
“Please!” I beg.
He moans, his hands sliding down my sides. He places a kiss between my boobs, then licks a path down my stomach. I look down at him as he shoves my legs wider and settles between my thighs. His expression is one of pure need. He’s so focused on me, on my body.
Rune glances up at me, his eyes dark and hooded as our eyes lock.
He slips one thick finger up my center, splitting my pussy lips.
My legs snap shut when he presses on my clit.
Rune growls, pinning my thighs down with his free hand.
He presses his forearm over my hips, holding me down on the mattress.
“Rune!”
He gives me a wicked grin before he leans forward and buries his face in my pussy.
“FUCK!”
He groans, his tongue dipping into my core and licking upward to circle my clit before returning to my virgin opening. Over and over again, he follows the same path until my hips are jerking against his arm, trying to match his rhythm.
“Rune, please,” I beg.
My orgasm is so close, so, so close. It feels like it’s going to wash me away, like I might not survive once the bomb goes off inside me.
I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt nearly as good as this. I thought I wasn’t good at it, or something was wrong with me, and that was as good as it was going to get. But Rune is proving me wrong now.
He moans, his lips wrapping around my clit. With his free hand, he slips one thick finger into my snug opening. He goes slow, inching his way into me as his tongue and teeth tease my clit.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I chant a second before I explode.
My eyes snap shut, my thighs shake against the bed, and I scream as I come harder than I ever thought possible.
“RUNE! OH!”
My scream only seems to spur Rune on. He sucks my clit harder as his finger works in and out of me. I keep coming and coming until I finally collapse onto the mattress like a limp noodle.
“Huh,” I huff, unable to say more.
Rune kisses the insides of my thighs, then prowls up my body. “Fuck, that was so hot.”
I blink my eyes open lazily, seeing my juices shining on his lips and chin in the low light.
“Uh-huh,” I agree.
He grins as he settles between my thighs, and his hard cock rubs against my damp flesh. I shiver, my body ready to go again already.
“Still with me?” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. Don’t stop.”
My legs shift, instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He groans low in his throat, his head dropping to my shoulder for a second, as if he’s grounding himself.
Then he moves.
His cock lines up with my hole, and we both hold our breath as he pushes in. I tense as the tip penetrates me. He’s so big, so damn thick. I’m not sure I can take all of him, but I don’t want to tell him that in case he stops.
He sinks in another inch. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pauses, scanning my face to check how I’m doing. I nod, tilting my chin, and he takes the offer.
Rune leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my legs around his waist tighter, and we both moan as he slides another inch inside me.
“I’ve got you,” Rune says against my lips.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I can see that the thought of causing me any kind of discomfort is killing him.
“Just this first time, right?” I ask.
He swallows hard. “Shortcake…”
“Don’t make me beg.” I cup his face and drag his lips down to mine.
He gives in and kisses me back. I rock against him and gasp as he pops my cherry.
“Fuck, Shortcake,” he groans.
I take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good. I promise,” I say when he looks doubtful.
He nods, slowly pushing the rest of the way inside me. When he bottoms out, we both freeze, staring at each other. Rune’s dark brown hair hangs over his forehead, his blue eyes locked on me, looking for any sign of distress.
“I need you to move now,” I tell him.
He smiles. Then he does as I ask and moves.
His thrusts are slow at first as we both get used to being together like this. Each drag of his cock inside me has me lighting up like a Christmas tree.
We rock together, my hands slipping down his back as I urge him to move faster, harder, deeper. I forget how to think. All I know is him. His hands. His mouth. The way he says my name as we move together in perfect sync.
“Rune! Oh, God, I’m close.”
“Right there with you, Shortcake,” he grits out.
His biceps bulge as he holds himself above me. His jaw flexes as he pounds in and out of me. I cling to him, my body balanced on a razor’s edge of pleasure.
It’s right there. So close. So, so, so… close.
“Rune!” I cry as I come.
“Fuck! Jem,” he groans, and a second later, I feel him come with me.
My limbs tighten around him, my legs locking around his waist, my arms around his neck. My pussy clamps down on his length, and I suck in a sharp breath as I come down from my high.
“Wow,” I gasp, my arms and legs slipping back to the bed.
I’m a puddle of goo as Rune kisses me and slowly pulls out. He collapses on his side next to me, tugging me into his chest.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything? I can get you some medicine or something,” he offers.
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
I rest my head against his chest, and he wraps his arms around me tightly. We’re both silent as we catch our breath, and my eyes grow heavy. My last thought before I drift off to sleep is that I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what we’re doing.
But I know one thing for sure.
It doesn’t feel fake, not even a little, and that might be the most dangerous part of all.