“Please!” I cry, my eyes snapping shut. “This is torture!” I lift my legs to dig my heels in beneath his ass, and that’s what it takes. With a frustrated snarl, he thrust all of his thick, steely inches into me at once, slamming into my cervix, and all the air in my lungs leaves in a powerful gust.
He pants above me, his entire body tense, and I open my eyes to find him frantically searching my face. “I’m so sorry, goddess. I lost control. I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice breaks my heart, the worry so clear in his tone, and I shake my head.
“You didn’t hurt me, Viking,” I assure. “But if you don’t start moving, I’m gonna hurt you.”
He looks at me in surprise, the concern in his eyes gone as he blinks it away, and he lets out a shocked little chuckle. “As you wish,” he murmurs, and then he does just that, and fuck my life, I’ve never felt anything like it.
His big body starts to move above me, his arm beneath my hips lifting me up even farther, and as he slides in and out of me, I lose the battle of keeping my eyes open, because it’s like the feel of him thrusting into me combined with the gloriousness of his god-like body is just too much for my senses at once.
He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, dragging along that special spot inside me that makes my head spin. I’m so thankful for the way he surrounds me with his entire big body, cocooning and blocking everything else out but him, grounding me, because the fact that this is actually happening is making me dizzy. I didn’t know it could be like this, feel like this, and that it’s with a man who looks and treats me the way Neil does seems entirely too good to be true. He pulls his arm from beneath my hips and braces himself higher above me, and I grasp his bulging biceps on either side of my head. As he leans down to trail kisses down my neck, I turn my head to give him better access, the feel of his beard sending goose bumps down my body and making my nipples hard.
“So fucking perfect, goddess. More than I could’ve dreamed. Better than Valhalla,” he whispers against my neck, his hot breath and the tickle of his beard making me shiver, and I feel myself grow even wetter.
My hands tighten on his arms, and my hips tentatively lift to meet his, just to test, and he groans against my neck, scraping his teeth along my sensitive skin. He picks up speed, and I gasp and moan in pleasure, urging him on.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and then he moves one of his arms, trailing his knuckles down from my throat until he cups my breast, and I arch into his touch, wanting more of it, wanting his hands everywhere. His hips roll and pump, the perfect movement to drag himself along my G-spot and stimulate my pulsating clit. Every move he makes is to bring me pleasure I’ve never felt before, and the realization makes me emotional.
Suddenly, my eyes tear up, and the all-consuming feeling of being taken care of, cherished, worshipped, and loved overwhelms me. I move my hands up to wrap around his neck, and I pull his face down to mine, kissing him with all the emotion I’m feeling. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and in the next breath, he flips us, and he’s yanking me downward as he thrusts up into me. I cry out at the pleasure of this new position, never feeling so gloriously full before, and soon, a feeling starts to build within me, one I’ve never felt in my life. It feels different than the one he gave me with his mouth. Different than the one he taught me to give myself. It feels deeper, more intense, like it’s pulled the strength from the rest of my body to gather all of it at the center of my core.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, and I brace my hands on the pillow on either side of his head, lifting up on my knees as he holds my hips tightly and fucks up into me with mind-blowing momentum. “Please don’t stop,” I beg in one breath, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, letting the pleasure of his brilliant mastery of my body take over.
“Reach down and rub your clit, goddess. I can’t last much longer,” he says. “You’re just too fucking beautiful, so goddamn tight, and wet, and perfect.” And I do what he says, reaching between us to rub my clit. But I find it’s the feel of him, where our bodies connect, feeling him disappear over and over inside my body, the sensation on my fingers of his hard cock, soft flesh over stone, plunging in and out of my stretched pussy… that is more arousing than anything I could do to my clit. And he seems to react to the touch too, because he growls, drawing my eyes to his, and I see the ferocity on his face.