Chapter 11 Over the Line #3
Then he plunged those same two fingers fully inside her and began finger-fucking her without removing his mouth.
His fingers curled as he sucked on her clit again, and everything exploded.
Her hips came off the mattress and she was pretty sure her legs locked around his head.
But he didn’t stop. His tongue kept working her, teasing and soothing in equal measure.
Evelina sighed as her orgasm ebbed, her body relaxing, only for the sensations of continued pleasure to seep past the fading euphoria.
She pried her eyes open and found his head still quite thoroughly buried between her legs—not an altogether displeasing sight.
“O-Otto,” she called, her voice as unsteady as her breathing.
Otto flattened his tongue against her clit in a long, hard lick that had her squirming in place.
Then he retreated, pulling her legs from his shoulders and pushing to his full height.
His face glistened in the daylight that streamed in from the open window beside them and he licked his lips.
“I think from now on, you sit on my face at least once a day.” He reached for his belt, nearly ripping it free before loosening his pants.
Evelina swallowed, somehow nervous and excited at the same time as she watched him strip.
Her blood still thrummed through her veins, and the idea of having him pleasure her as he just had on a regular basis nearly had her eyes rolling back in her head.
Needing to do something, lest she reach down and play with herself before he could return to her, Evelina began shimmying around on her bed for a better position.
And her mouth popped open. “If you fuck as good as you eat, maybe I’ll consent to letting you have your way with me whenever you want.
As long as it doesn’t intrude on my campaign with the clan, obviously. ”
Otto grunted, yanked the comforter she had been semi-consciously trying to push aside out of her hands and down to the foot of the bed, and looped an arm around her waist. His breath was hot on her skin, cascading down her neck and shoulder, when he said, “I don’t mind you being in charge out there, Lina, but behind closed doors?
You’re mine.” He dropped her on her back onto the mattress once more, kneeling over her, his larger frame nearly blocking out the sunlight.
“You know what to do if you want that to change now.”
Her heart felt as though it were about to burst from her chest. Somehow, she’d never imagined Otto would be so possessive. But she absolutely loved it.
Her gaze raked over him as he knelt between her thighs, finally as naked as she was.
It was surreal. She’d wanted this—wanted him—for so long, but she’d spent years shoving aside her emotions for fear of what they would cost. And years of willfully ignoring her desires made it almost hard to believe they were becoming reality.
She was never doing that again. She would own her feelings, starting immediately.
“Otto,” Evelina said, reaching out to curl her fingers around his arms as she settled her gaze on his burning stare. “You have to claim me properly before you talk like that.”
He growled low and reached down, hooking his arms beneath her thighs to spread her wider. “Whatever you say.” He slid against her once, coating himself in her as much as he was taunting her. Maybe even warning her. Then without preamble he slammed inside.
Evelina cried out, her back arching as he filled her.
Holy fuck! She’d seen with her own eyes that he was large, but inside, he felt so much bigger.
Pleasure spiraled through her, sparking like electric dominoes, and she melted.
He felt so goddamn good. Her hands grasped for better purchase even as he started to move, both of them moaning. “Otto—fuck—please, more!”
His hands anchored over her hips as he thrust in and out of her.
“Feels so good, baby,” he said with a groan.
He gave her a squeeze, then moved her legs to curl around his hips and lowered himself until they were chest-to-chest, their breath mingling.
The adjusted angle had him hitting different spots inside her, drove him deeper, and his arms came around her in a nearly crushing grip.
“You’re fucking mine, Lina.” He started kissing her neck. “You hear me?”
She clawed at his back, barely able to keep her eyes open from how good it felt to be in his arms and have him absolutely crushing her with his ecstasy.
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m yours.” He pulled her lips to his for a wet, sloppy kiss, but she couldn’t quite stop the words.
“Yours”—he bit at her lip, his cock sinking deep within her—“Otto!”
Her orgasm seemed to trigger his own, as a moment later he broke the kiss and roared with his release.
Even as their heart rates settled, and her breathing began to stabilize, he didn’t release her. Didn’t move, other than to drop his head to her shoulder. She kept her arms curled around him.
Her mind spun. That had definitely not been a sex dream.
“Otto…” He’d just—they had just—That really happened!
And she’d let him come inside her. That was one line she’d never crossed before, always too fearful of the repercussions.
She knew, technically, she was protected.
Her IUD was good for another year and a half or so.
But having the IUD had never stopped her from insisting her partner rubber up, either. Not before Otto.
Her fingers dug into the backs of his shoulders. Did she regret that?
Otto rumbled and his lips met her shoulder before he pushed himself up to his elbows. His brow dipped in the faintest of frowns. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
She blinked at him. “Hurt me?” Her mind replayed what they’d done, and all the much more precarious positions they hadn’t attempted. “How could you have—”
He brushed his fingers over the side of her face, as if brushing away a hair. “I got a little rough at the end there.”
Evelina smiled, remembering how tightly he’d held her. She glided her hands up to cup his jaw. “I’m fine. And even if I had a bruise or two, I wouldn’t be mad about it. You can always fuck me again to make it up to me if you feel it necessary.”
Otto scoffed, pressed a hard kiss to her lips, and hauled them both up until she was sitting on his lap—and still anchored over his dick. “That is not in question.” His hands spread out over her back, one sliding up to her nape. “But if I get too rough, you need to promise to tell me.”
How could I possibly regret this? She’d wanted him for so long, she had no room for regret.
Evelina leaned in and teased his lips with hers.
“I promise,” she whispered, rolling her hips slowly over his.
She swallowed his low groan and threaded her fingers back into his hair. “We still have some time….”