he kissed the side of my neck in that spot. “Just… everything.”
“I’ll give you everything and more,” he promised, bending low, grabbing me by my outer thighs and hoisting me up his tall body.
I gave him no resistance, hopping up, wrapping my legs around him frustrated by the layers of denim and cotton still between us.
I held his face between my hands, kissing him fiercely as he turned me around and took the half step to the bed, setting me down on its high edge, leaning forward on his hands to either side of my hips, pressed in the furs. He kissed me for a time, then broke it just long enough to order me to lie back.
I was his obedient girl, and did just that, but only because the anticipation for what he would do to me next was too strong not to.
He stood, raising up to his full height and went for the belt at the front of his jeans.
“Play with those beautiful titties,” he demanded and awkward though I felt at first, I didn’t want to disappoint my man. I let my hands drift up to the sides of my neck, my arms covering me, as I made a great show for him, letting my fingertips glide from just behind my ears down my neck. I tipped my chin to the ceiling and looked up my nose from my prone position, locking gazes with my lover as I performed for him.
His nostrils flared slightly as he worked at his belt and his fly, watching me grip and massage my breasts for him at his behest, arching slightly as I teased my own nipples and waited for him to get naked, and for whatever would happen next.
My man did not disappoint, stripping himself in front of my eyes, for my gaze only, standing confident and sure between my still-clad knees, his cock standing high, thick and long reaching almost to his navel. He throbbed with need, a pearly drop of pre-cum tantalizingly sliding from the head of his cock, making its way over the pronounced mushroom head to his veined shaft.
Oh, that was a sight. So erotic, so raw and powerful like everything else about him. Fenris was so organic, salt of the earth, no pretext no assumptions to be made. The look on his face intense as he reached for my belt and slipped the leather tongue through its restraining loop, folding it back, the leather creaking, as he freed the slip of metal from the hole.
He made quick work of undressing me the rest of the way, stopping to let down the zippers on my boots, dropping them to the fur rug at the side of the bed with a soft thud, first one then the other. My jeans sliding and slithering, belt rattling and clinking to join them with a softer thump to the floor.
He stepped up and pulled me down further, to the edge of the bed, my ass barely supported, hands smoothing and massaging up and down my thighs as he looked down at me. God, my pussy ached to have him inside me and none of this was moving quite quick enough for my taste.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he murmured.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I teased, raising my eyebrows and biting my bottom lip.
He smiled and said, “Don’t you dare take those hands off those titties, baby.”
I giggled lightly, as he massaged the top of my legs a few more times and brought his hand to his mouth.
Making a great show of getting his middle finger lubed up, reaching down between us and sliding it inside me with no resistance, as I was quite aroused already.
Still, my hips jerked slightly at the contact, and I couldn’t help my eyes closing and my head falling back as he slid that finger all the way inside me, the knuckles of the surrounding two meeting my body, the pad of his thumb slicking through my wetness and finding my clit.
He played me expertly, just the right amount of pressure, the right pace, starting me at a steady climb for the stars as he rubbed tight circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves, his eyes sharp, the calculations behind them certain as he gauged my responses.
It was like a rollercoaster that slow climb to the top, the breath held at the precipice and that wild, screaming plunge down the other side.
I bucked and writhed against his hand, but he was