Page 81 of Apex of the Curve
My man did not disappoint, stripping himself in front of my eyes, for my gaze only, standing confident and sure between my still-clad knees, his cock standing high, thick and long reaching almost to his navel. He throbbed with need, a pearly drop of pre-cum tantalizingly sliding from the head of his cock, making its way over the pronounced mushroom head to his veined shaft.
Oh, that was a sight. So erotic, so raw and powerful like everything else about him. Fenris was so organic, salt of the earth, no pretext no assumptions to be made. The look on his face intense as he reached for my belt and slipped the leather tongue through its restraining loop, folding it back, the leather creaking, as he freed the slip of metal from the hole.
He made quick work of undressing me the rest of the way, stopping to let down the zippers on my boots, dropping them to the fur rug at the side of the bed with a soft thud, first one then the other. My jeans sliding and slithering, belt rattling and clinking to join them with a softer thump to the floor.
He stepped up and pulled me down further, to the edge of the bed, my ass barely supported, hands smoothing and massaging up and down my thighs as he looked down at me. God, my pussy ached to have him inside me and none of this was moving quite quick enough for my taste.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he murmured.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I teased, raising my eyebrows and biting my bottom lip.
He smiled and said, “Don’t you dare take those hands off those titties, baby.”
I giggled lightly, as he massaged the top of my legs a few more times and brought his hand to his mouth.
Making a great show of getting his middle finger lubed up, reaching down between us and sliding it inside me with no resistance, as I was quite aroused already.
Still, my hips jerked slightly at the contact, and I couldn’t help my eyes closing and my head falling back as he slid that finger all the way inside me, the knuckles of the surrounding two meeting my body, the pad of his thumb slicking through my wetness and finding my clit.
He played me expertly, just the right amount of pressure, the right pace, starting me at a steady climb for the stars as he rubbed tight circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves, his eyes sharp, the calculations behind them certain as he gauged my responses.
It was like a rollercoaster that slow climb to the top, the breath held at the precipice and that wild, screaming plunge down the other side.
I bucked and writhed against his hand, but he was determined to make me overwrought, determined to make it last for as long as possible until the line between pleasure and torture became exquisitely blurred and I lost every one of my senses and faculties.
“Mm,” he said, tasting me. “I can’t wait to feel the way you tighten up like that around my cock.”
“Mm,” I echoed. “Well come here.” I rose my arm, heavy with dreamy afterglow, beseeching him to come to me and he smiled with an edge of savagery.
“Oh, no, not like that. Turn over and come slide off the edge of the bed some for me.”
The anticipation of what he would do to me once I was bent over the bed for him had me intrigued. I turned over onto my belly and slid back, my toes finding the floor, the bed a bit too high, but putting my pussy at the perfect height for his cock.
The furs were sensuous against my naked tits, teasing my nipples as he grasped my hips in his big hands. He pressed the head of his cock at my entrance and groaned in appreciation, pressing forward, slipping inside, as I gasped and gripped fistfuls of the furs beneath me.
I was still sensitive, but he knew that I was sure. Nothing Fenris did sexually was an accident. It was purely by design, and I loved it. How sure he was, how confident. How safe with him that made me feel.
He went slow at first, making noises of appreciation that sounded so sensual falling from his lips. His hands traveling over my ass, sweeping up my back as though he touched a fine piece of art. One that he never dreamed he would or could ever lay hands on.
“God, I love it when you touch me like that,” I murmured, and he gave a dark little chuckle.
“How about this?” he asked, laying a sharp, stinging slap against my ass. My hips bucked, and he laughed and said, “Oh, that did some nice things.”
I just moaned in response and wriggled a bit, trying to take him deeper. He laughed then and said, “I think she likes it.”
“God, shut up and move already!” I cried, and he laughed some more but obliged me, rolling his hips in sure, deep, slow and lazy strokes that got me on a low-key build up.
So intense, so wonderful, he gripped my hips, driving into me, sweeping his hands up my back, pinning me to the bed with our lovemaking, until all that was left was sensation and warmth to bask in.
He took me through at least two more mind blowing orgasms before he took his own, collapsing over the top of me, and holding me close.
“God, I love loving you,” he murmured with such a reverence, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked, breath catching in my throat. Sometimes it wasn’t what you said but how you said it, and this was most definitely one of those times.
“Absolutely,” he said in a tone full of such fierce certainty, there was no doubt to be had.
