He chuckled against my skin then rewarded me with another round of slow licks that drove me crazy. I was panting and desperate with need when he slid a third finger in me. This time, I hissed out a breath at the stretch.
“No screaming, June,” he said a moment before his mouth closed over me.
My mouth opened in a silent cry of both agony and delight as his tongue and fingers worked in synchrony to bring me to the edge. I tumbled over willingly, grinding down on Tor, trying to remember to breathe as my eyes watered from the intensity of the sensations. My core pulsed around his fingers, and he growled, not easing up. I squirmed, trying to escape the overload, and he thrust deeper.
Finally, he lifted his mouth and met my gaze. I could see the unquenched passion simmering beneath the surface.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours.”
He stood, kicked off his pants, his erection spearing the air, then he lay on the bed.
“Show me.”
I could have played it safe and reached for him with my hand. He no doubt would have loved it if I had used my mouth on him. But I knew what he wanted most from me.
My legs shook as I leveraged myself up and straddled his hips. He drew a ragged breath as I slicked my wet folds over his length.
“I know what you were doing,” I said, bracing my hands on his chest as I moved. “Three fingers were a tight fit, though. I’m still worried this is going to hurt.”
“I will never hurt you. That is why I’m down here and you’re up there. You’re in control, my June. I will do nothing but lie here as you have your way with me.”
He folded his arms behind his head.
“How long have you been thinking about this?”
His expression turned hesitant. I petted his chest and rocked over him more firmly.
“Tell me, and I’ll do more than slide over you.”
He groaned slightly and removed his hands from behind his head to grip my hips. To hold me still.
“When Adam severed his relationship with you, I couldn’t stop thinking about his stupidity and how I wanted you for my own. I craved your taste. The sounds you made. The smiles you gave me. Your touch. Your hugs. Breathing in the scent of your hair as you sleep. I thought of holding you against the wall and thrusting into you while you made your little noises. Over the kitchen counter—it’s the perfect height. On your hands and knees in bed. I thought of sinking my cock deep into your sweet pussy many, many ways.” His eager expression turned troubled. “But then you looked at my cock with fear.” He sighed gustily and lifted his hand to toy with my nipple.
“Some of my brothers had the same problem.”
“What problem is that? Too big?”
He shook his head. “I am not too big, June. I only need to work harder to earn your willingness to see that truth for yourself.”
I lightly shook my head at him. “You’re a smooth talker, Tor. I like it.”
Grinning, I gently kissed his lips.
He drank me in with his greedy mouth and groaned when I lifted my hips and reached between us. The bulbous head of his cock felt like a fist pressing at my entrance. The kiss helped distract me, but not enough. How did he not think he was too big? I broke away, gasping for air as I tried to lower myself onto him.
“Wait,” he said. He reached between us, lifting me as his fingers delved into my folds before reseating me. The head slid in, stretching me, but not uncomfortably so.
Tor’s pupils dilated so much they were round and very little green was left.
Inch by inch, I worked myself down his massive shaft until I couldn’t go any farther. I was full. Too full. Stretched beyond anything I’d ever felt before.
“I think this is it,” I said, moving cautiously.
“Up,” he said, his hands lifting me several inches. “Again.”
This time, I slid down his length more easily. He had me repeat the process twice more. On the final time, our hips met, and he growled.