the goddamn door wanting her with every fiber of my being, while she’s there on her bed wanting me.
So with one adrenaline-fueled, heart-pounding burst of strength aimed right above her locked knob, I bust through her door, and the image I find will haunt my fantasies for the rest of my life.
Just before her scream of surprise, I get one mental snapshot—Astrid in the middle of her bed atop her covers, her knees up and spread apart, her hips lifted, grinding her glistening pussy against the little silver bullet she presses to her swollen clit. Her toes curling into her comforter, showing she’s close, so close to coming, as her face presses into her pillow.
But now she looks at me in shock, and I can only imagine the picture I must make, filling her doorway with my big body after having broken inside her room like a fucking thief in the night.
But she doesn’t look at me in fear. Astonishment, yes, but not the terror that filled her eyes last night when she was still inside her nightmare. And somewhere in there, I see it. A plea, begging me for something, as her breath saws in and out of her lungs, but I’m not sure what until she finally whispers.
“Please, Neil. I need to come.”
And I nearly fall to my knees.
I make it to her in two strides, jerking away the bullet and turning it off. I take hold of her ankles and yank her across the bed until my legs are between hers, and then I pick her up, much like I did last night on the stairs, and I carry her to my room.
I feel the heat of her wet pussy against me once again, but this time it’s only my thin T-shirt that separates her from my abs. When I get to my big bed, I don’t toss her on it right away. I grasp hold of the back of her head and finally allow myself to relive that night a year ago, and my mouth crashes down on hers.
It’s like a shot of electricity strikes through my veins the moment our lips connect, and then it splinters through my organs when my tongue dips inside to stroke against hers. And all the while, she’s moving, grinding her pussy against my stomach, still trying desperately to find the release she wasn’t able to get using her vibrator.
When I turn to lay her down on my bed, she breaks her mouth away with a gasp, shaking her head. “No, no, I’m filthy. Covered in sweat, Neil.”
I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. “I don’t care, goddess. You taste and smell so good.”
But still, she tightens her legs around me, not wanting me to lay her down. “Please. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. I want it to be perfect. And I’ll be too self-conscious if I’m not clean. Please.”
I’m walking toward my bathroom before she can finish the last of her plea. If all she needs is a quick shower to make this perfect for her, so she can relax and fully enjoy the pleasure I’m about to give her, then that’s a small fucking price to pay.
I sit her bare ass on the counter, hearing her hiss when her hot flesh seals with the freezing stone. She lifts her arms, and I whip the tank top off over her head. Her sports bra is ridiculously tight, and we struggle to get the elastic over her breasts and up her back before it finally gives in and sets her free. And there she is, naked before me for the very first time. I’ve had countless fantasies of what she might look like, bared to me just before I take her, but none of those fantasies compare to the reality that sits in front of me. She truly is a goddess, flawless, absolute perfection in my eyes, despite the scars I can now see along her overheated flesh that she’s always kept hidden.
Later.
I’ll save those for later.
Right now, I can’t stop to think about them.
I yank my shirt off, taking only a split second to toe off my shoes and rip off my socks before my shorts and boxer briefs follow. And then she’s lifted in my arms again, and I’m carrying her into the shower through the opening in the glass. I turn on the rain shower, and as she unlocks her legs from behind me, I nearly go cross-eyed as her body