Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Astrid
I rub a fingertip over my swollen lips.
I don’t need to say a word. Instead, I look at Berk as he watches my every move.
“Fuck, Astrid,” he rasps. “I can’t believe I’m still standing.”
I can’t believe it either.
He came with such force that I struggled to swallow all of it. But I did as he uttered words of praise.
He told me how good it felt. How incredibly hard he was going to come, and then he did.
“You liked that,” I state with a small smile. “I liked it more.”
“There’s no chance in hell you liked that more than me,” he argues through a chuckle. “That was incredible. It was the best…”
I search his face as his voice trails.
I don’t need him to tell me that I blew him better than any woman has before. I felt that in the way he stroked the back of my neck as he shot his thick cum down my throat.
I saw it in the gratitude swimming in his eyes as he looked down at me.
His hand jumps up to scrub against his forehead. “I need to find my bearings.”
I smile inwardly because I’m responsible for that.
I’m responsible for this put-together, sophisticated businessman losing himself.
I felt him let go, and it wasn’t all about the release.
He allowed himself to feel. I see it in his eyes now as he searches my face for something.
I drop my ass on the bed and cross my legs as he stands in front of me with his semi-hard cock jutting out from the opening in his pants.
“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters as he tucks himself back into his boxer briefs.
I let out a small laugh.
His gaze darts to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I want to return the compliment, but I own his instead. I push my hair back over my shoulders to be sure that he’s getting a perfect view of my tits.
That’s enough to drive him to his knees.
His hands land on my thighs.
“Apart,” he bites the word out through clenched teeth as though he’s trying desperately to hold onto his last shred of self-control.
I give him what he asks and part my legs slightly.
His gaze falls to my core. “More.”
I slide my legs further apart. “Like that?”
“Like that,” he whispers as his head drops and his lips touch my inner thigh.
I fall until my back hits the bed. A million thoughts crowd my mind as he burns a trail of kisses toward my pussy.
I fist the blanket when he draws his tongue slowly over my seam. He circles my clit with his tongue, sending a string of quiet noises mixed with a spattering of “ohs,” falling from my lips.
I close my eyes against the weight of my desire and give in to the feeling of his tongue, his lips, and the sharp nip of his teeth as he claims me.
“There are condoms in the bedside table,” I whisper as I watch him shed his clothing.
Taking my eyes off of him isn’t an option.
Each inch of skin that he exposes is more impressive than the last.
He mentioned working out, but I can’t see even an ounce of flesh that isn’t toned and tight.
I gaze at the light dusting of hair that covers his chest. It bolts down in a thin line, drawing my eyes with it.
His hand trails over his erection.
He starts toward my bedside table with slow and easy steps.
There’s a moment of hesitation when he yanks open the drawer to find the already open box of condoms.
Hushed words fall from his lips, but I can’t make them out.
“What?” I whisper.
He turns to me just as his teeth land on the corner of the foil package. He rips it open, and it’s so raw and primal that I drop my hand to my pussy.
“You’re hot as fuck.”
That brings a smile to his lips as he sheaths himself. “Said the woman touching herself.”
My legs drop open to give him a clear view. “That’s happening because of you.”
I let out the softest moan as he approaches me.
His hands land on my ankles, and my body is pulled down the bed with a swift tug.
He steps between my legs, his gaze never leaving my fingers as I circle my clit in a slow, torturous circle.
“Keep doing that,” he growls as he leans down to take one of my nipples between his teeth.
I cry out and pull back but not from the pain of his teeth when they clamp down. I’m racing toward another orgasm, and I need to slow down.
I have to slow down.
He flicks my nipple with soft lashes of the tip of his tongue before his teeth rake across it. The pain is less sharp this time, but still, it feeds a need so deep inside of me that I have to close my eyes to gain back control.
“I want to come with you inside of me,” I whisper in a plea.
“Open your eyes.” His voice comes out hoarse.
I look up and into his face. It’s etched with agony as if he can barely control the need he feels.
I recognize it. I feel it too. That need has crowded out everything else.
There is only a pressing, undeniable, untamable need to fuck.
He fists the base of his cock before he slides the tip over my cleft.
With his eyes burning a path into my soul, he takes me in one solid thrust until he’s buried inside me.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes from not only his size but the emotion that I can’t contain.
“Ah, fuck,” he bites out the word in a deep growl. “This is too fucking good.”
His lips find mine, and with each thrust of his cock inside of me, he kisses me until I come beneath him, writhing and whimpering and mostly hoping that I’ll feel this again and again.