She shivers. “Lief.”
I bite her ass and she whimpers, the muscle tightening under her skin before she pushes back against my mouth as I kiss the spot. I smack her ass. “Spread your legs.”
“Make me.” She teases, wiggling her butt at me.
I bite her upper thigh, growling as I dig my teeth in. She moans and hits the wall before I let up. I force her legs apart, jerk her hips back and devour her pussy again. Lapping at her clit, claiming her the only way I can.
She rides my mouth, doesn’t hide a single sound, then comes for me again. Standing up, I push two fingers into her wetness. Her head falls back and she reaches back to stroke my cock. “Fuck, you’re going to …”
A moan cuts her off and I thrust my fingers into her harder before moving them forward and back, hitting all those sensitive spots that she needs to be touched. Valerie trembles and whimpers before coming again.
“I like how you come, viper,” I whisper in her ear. “Especially when I know it’s for me.”
“You’re so good,” She murmurs, wavering on her feet.
“We’re just getting started.”
I prove it by making her get on her knees. She licks and sucks, showing me again what her mouth can do. I keep my hand in her hair as she brings me closer and closer to the edge. Pleasure teases my head, threatening to drag me down, but I’m not ready to come.
I jerk away from her and she whimpers. “I didn’t finish!”
Scooping her up, I toss her in bed. She gasps as she hits the mattress. I sit on the bed and look her over, ready to ravage her. I pat my lap and she comes immediately, straddling me and sliding herself down over every inch.
I groan and drag my nails down her back, watching her groan as she braces herself on my shoulders. She tests me with a few rolls of her body, then bounces on me, her tits moving with her until I cup one and bend over to suck her nipple.
Her nails scrape across my skin as she tries not to fall. All she can do is grind on me and she does, moving against me until I feel her pussy quiver. She’s on the edge. That’s my cue. I thrust into her hard, dragging her back with me, squeezing her to my chest as I ram into her again and again.
All she can do is take it.
“Lief! Lief!” She howls my name as she comes again.
I pull out, giving myself two seconds to stop my orgasm, before putting her on her feet and bending her over the bed. She hums something in her throat, but then I’m inside her again, holding her hands in place as I lick and kiss her throat while fucking her.
When she wiggles against me, then adds to every thrust by bouncing against me, I know I’m fucked. I can’t hold out, not with her. Not forever. We come apart together and I quiet my groan by digging my teeth into her shoulder.
She loses her footing and falls to the bed, panting and struggling to catch her breath. I smile as I take care of myself, then I pull her into bed, trying to get her comfortable. She jerks me in with her and fits herself to my side.
I’m not a cuddler, not really. But she feels good. Warm, soft, better than any pillow I’ve ever had.
“Just hold me for a few minutes.” She asks, voice hoarse and dry. “I like cuddling.”
When I don’t move my arms, Valerie grabs my hand and pulls it around her hip. I clutch her ass and she giggles, moving closer and nuzzling my neck. It’s too sweet, too intimate. I clear my throat, but she squeezes me tighter and tangles our legs.
I raise my other hand to stroke through her hair and the sound that she gives me is so satisfied and warm that I do it again while kissing her forehead.
“I used to dream about going to Europe.” She says softly. “About actually going on adventures instead of watching other people get to have them on T.V.”
“What kind?” I ask.
“So many different kinds.” She tugs on a strand of my hair before stroking across my chest. “The normal tourist kind of adventure where I just go find peace and fun. The Indiana Jones kind where there’s action and treasure. The kind where I end up helping a spy or have to get out of some intense issue where life is on the line. Where I get magical powers for no reason.”
I chuckle and feel her lips press above my racing heart. “My life isn’t that exciting, Viking. But when I watch a movie or read a book, I get to experience something totally different … until the last page or the credits. Then it’s over and … and I’m still in my little apartment alone with school and work waiting.”
“Normal can be nice,” I comment softly. “All that action …”
She lifts her head to look at me. “What, Lief?”
“Don’t you think it would get to be too much after a while? That your morals would start to leave? Everything is about survival … it’s exciting until it’s exhausting.”