I looked in his eyes, I focused for a nanosecond and then I told him the truth that would be the truth if I’d drunk from a glowing cup, just woke up in the morning, was eating lunch or was about to fall asleep at night.
“Frey Drakkar, I trust you with every inch of me.”
I barely got out the “e” in “me” when his mouth was on mine, he ground his h*ps into me at the same time his arm drove me down into his h*ps and I groaned deep into his throat.
Oh God, it was too much, too big. I tore my mouth away, shoved my face in his neck at the same time my hands, acting on their own, yanked up his sweater so they could get to the sleek, muscled, unbelievably brilliant to the touch skin of his back.
“Too much, Frey,” I whimpered against his neck as I felt his lips and tongue at mine and his h*ps kept grinding into me. “God, baby,” my head arched back, “I’m going to come with just this.”
His arm moved from my neck so his hand could cup my head and he positioned it to facing him as he kept pushing his h*ps deep into mine.
“Oh yes, my love, prepare,” he warned on a low growl. “You’re going to cl**ax over a lot of ‘just this’.”
Then his mouth took mine, his tongue invaded, hungry, devouring, his h*ps pressed in hard and I came, fast, deep and hot.
It was excruciatingly beautiful.
I was still cl**axing as he yanked off my sweater, my boots, my socks and breeches, taking my underwear with them, my eyes were somnolently focusing and I watched him pull of his sweater.
At the mere sight of his chest, I did a full body tremble.
Then he disappeared as he dropped to his knees between my legs, I sucked in a breath of anticipation, he tossed my legs over his shoulders then his mouth was on me.
Oh my God. He was good at this normally, really good.
Hungry and fevered, both him and me, it was off the charts.
No, there was no chart. It was indescribable.
My heels dug into his back, my h*ps lifted to rub against his mouth as his big hands cupped my ass to pull me to him and he took and took and took and I came again and again and again, crying out at first then whimpering, my fingers in his hair, holding him tight to me.
“Frey,” I gasped, suddenly needing him, “my turn, baby.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, he sucked deep one, last, gorgeous time then his mouth went away and I sat up, jumped off the table and was on my knees in front of him before he’d got the first button opened his breeches.
I took over unbuttoning his fly then I took over, taking him in my mouth.
This was something I liked to do but now it was something I adored and the noises Frey was making, noises coming deep from his chest, his big hands cupping either side of my head lightly, his h*ps thrusting gently into my mouth, it was fantastic.
Oh God, I was close again.
Before I could let go, he pulled out and his hands were in my armpits, yanking me straight up. My arms went around his shoulders, my legs around his hips; he strode swiftly to the bed. By the time we got there, I had one arm down, my hand at his c**k wrapped around, guiding him to me so when he dropped me to my back on the bed with him on top of me, I had him right there.
Then he was inside me.
My body arched and I came instantly. It took Frey about half a minute longer.
And thus it began, it was about touch, taste, scent, sight, sound… and trust.
Every moan, groan, grunt and whimper was a caress, every inch of his skin that caught my eye was a lazy, effective stroke, the smell of his hair was a tight embrace and actual touches and the flavor of him took me almost instantly to orgasm.
I thought I had Frey memorized but that afternoon every nuance of him was burned so deep in my brain I’d never forget it, not a second, not a touch, not a taste, not a vision, not an aroma, not the barest whisper.
It was the most intense, profound, agonizingly beautiful thing I ever experienced; every second sheer perfection.
And after hours, when we came down, when the strokes became more languorous, the whimpers more subdued, the groans turned to growls and our eyes grew less fevered, I knew I was in love.
Not with a man who would share this with me and give me multiple orgasms multiple times but with the man I would chose to share this with, trusting him enough to open myself so completely, I was fully exposed and instead of taking everything, he handed me the world.