12. Maren #2
I made a sound that was not entirely dignified. “Please.”
“Please what.” He was watching my face. He wasn’t going to let me off easy.
“I want your mouth on me,” I said. The words came out rough. “Please. Right now.”
“Where, Maren?” He kissed my thigh again, teasing me. “Do you want me to lick this sweet pussy I’ve been daydreaming about?”
I groaned at his dirty mouth. “Yes! Oh, god, yes. Please!” I whisper shouted.
“Good girl.” He flattened his tongue and lapped at my clit before sliding a finger inside me, then another.
I stopped forming coherent thoughts.
He was thorough and focused and missed nothing.
His tongue working slow circles against my clit, reading what made my hips move and adjusting, learning me with the quiet intensity he brought to everything in his life.
I kept my eyes on him as long as I could.
The image of him, fully focused, watching my face while he worked, was the most devastating thing I’d ever witnessed and any self-consciousness I might have had went right out the window.
He pulled back just enough. “Stay still, baby,” he said.
“I’m trying,” I managed.
“Try harder.” He let out a small chuckle before putting his mouth back on me.
I lasted thirty more seconds.
I came apart the first time with his name in my throat and my fingers twisted in his hair and the sheet.
He didn’t stop. He eased me through it with his tongue still on me and two fingers inside me, curling to find the place that made me gasp, and kept working until the second orgasm built from somewhere deeper and longer and broke harder.
My back arched off the mattress, his other hand firmly gripping my hip, keeping me there, a sound I was going to be embarrassed about later coming out of me.
He held me through all of it. Not rushing me past it, not letting me minimize it. When I finally went still he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and worked his way back up. My hip, my stomach, the underside of my ribs.
“You’re beautiful when you come apart for me,” he rasped.
Sitting up, he took off his shirt and undid his dress pants, the sound of his belt being pulled through the loops exciting me.
Before letting them fall to the floor, he grabbed a condom and set it on my nightstand.
In nothing but black boxer briefs, his huge erection was all I could focus on and I was practically salivating.
I reached for him and pulled him to me so I could kiss him with the full measure of what he’d just done to me, tasting myself on his lips. It was sexy.
He exhaled sharply against my mouth then he said something in Swedish, low and unguarded.
“Tell me in English,” I said.
He lifted his head. What was in his face was so stripped of the usual careful containment I almost had to look away. “Du ?r perfekt,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
I reached between us, shifting up on my knees and pushing him to his back so I could tug down his briefs. I got my hand around him, and with his impressive length in my hand, he made a sound so guttural I was going to be thinking about for a long time.
“Maren.” My name was a warning.
I wanted to put him in my mouth and leaned over to take a taste when he said my name again. I was staring at his huge cock but I wasn’t going to say that.
“Maren. Not now.” He pulled me back up, and I pouted. “Another time.”
“I want you though,” I said. “Right now.”
He grabbed the condom, and had it on within a second, and turned us over so I was on my back again.
“I will always give you what you want,” he whispered against my lips as the head of his cock breeched my entrance.
He pushed inside me slowly, and I exhaled against his throat, my hands gripping his shoulders, and he went still with his forehead pressed to mine.
A long moment. His breath came out slow and uneven, and he spoke low against my skin, not to me exactly, more like something that had gotten out before he could stop it.
“Min.” It sounded like mine.
I heard it. Felt it move through me in the ether below thought because I surely couldn’t think at all. I didn’t say anything, just tightened my arms around him and pulled him closer, and then he started to move.
I understood what I’d been waiting for since August.
He hooked my leg over his hip and when the angle shifted I made yet another undignified sound and I did not care at all.
He was hard and certain and present, fully, without distraction.
The fullness of him, the delicious stretch as he filled me was otherworldly.
“Oh, fuck, Ryan.” My eyes rolled to the ceiling as the feel of him inside me took over most of my senses.
“Look at me, baby,” he said, low.
I brought my gaze back to his face and held his as I watched the restraint he usually kept over himself come entirely apart.
“D?r ?r du,” he said. “There you are.” Like he’d been waiting for exactly that.
He thrust into me, our heavy breaths in sync.
“More,” I said. “Don’t stop.”
His voice was rough at the edges. “Tell me how you like it, Maren. Tell me how to fuck you so you never forget this night.”
“More,” I whispered again, using my legs to bring him as deep inside me as I could.
He searched my eyes with his and nodded. One thrust. Harder than before. Then another. So fucking good. I licked his bottom lip as he hovered above me and then it happened.
“Harder,” I said. “Yes! Don’t hold back.”