“Good,” I whispered with a giggle.
More than good. I felt amazing and sated. Calm. Not as scared. And having Rune behind me helped and eased my panic about it. I was glad because I really did like the one time he took me from behind in my shower. I hated thathemade something I enjoyed into something I feared.
Rune kissed my ear and nuzzled me. “If I knew fucking you like this would have helped you, I would’ve done this sooner.”
“I don’t think I would’ve been ready.” I barely heard my own whispered words as my head tingled. My body went numb, but this time it was a good type that lasted for a few minutes before a tingly warmth flooded through my limbs. I smiled softly as I soaked up the wonderful feelings. I never wanted it to go away.
My smile slipped as I remembered Rune and the sudden seriousness of what we talked about. Opening my eyes, I turned my head enough to peer at him.
I caught him staring at me already and staying quiet for a long moment, turning over my words in his mind. He drew his eyebrows together, forming creases at the bridge of his nose and on his forehead.
I didn’t like seeing him upset. And I didn’t like it when it was because of me.
“You never would’ve been,elskan mín.”
I parted my lips and bunched my eyebrows together as I processed his meaning.
He pulled out of me, and I bit back a whimper from already missing him inside me. Smirking at me, he got to his knees and helped me sit up. He got to his feet while helping me up, keeping his hands on me after I stood.
Gravity hit, and his cum dripped out of me, wetting the inside of my thighs. I squeezed them together as my sensitive clit throbbed. My cheeks warmed, and I glanced at him to see if he caught me getting turned on by it.
His eyes glinted with amusement and desire. His dick was still hard and glistened with both of our cum, making it even more tempting to assume the position again while definitely screaming,“Fuck me, Daddy!”
There was no way I could keep going. Not after being so thoroughly fucked that I was sure my ass was red. I was positive I had bruises on my throat from Rune’s tight grip too. But for whatever reason, I still throbbed, needing another orgasm. I didn’t want to ask him for more when I was sure he was tired and needed a minute, no matter that he was hard and ready to go.
I’d heard about women being diesel trucks and able to go a long, long time. They weren’t wrong about it. Even when I went solo with my BOB, I could have multiple orgasms back to back, not needing a minute like what I’d heard about men needing.
Rune chuckled as he got into the water that met just below his chest. He held his hands out for me, beckoning me closer so he could help me in.
“You forget what I am, beauty, and I’m finding that I have to remind you often, which is adorable. I’ll give you however many orgasms you need to sate your needy little pussy. I’ll die a happy man if it’s between your pretty little thighs. I’m yours to do what you want. And although I’m a god and worshipped by many, I’ll be the one worshipping you and your divine cunt.”
His large hands gently held onto my sides, his fingers spanning wide across my ribs, making me feel smaller than what I was. His dark blue eyes sparked with amusement, and the corner of his lip curved into a smirk as he didn’t let me go when I was in the water.
I inhaled sharply, and butterflies flapped around in my stomach. I squeezed my thighs together to stop the fluttering in my clit as he leaned down and slanted his mouth over mine. It was a languid kiss as his hand roamed over my hip, then between my legs.
A whimper escaped me, my hands whipping up and into his hair to hold on to him as he rubbed his finger over my clit. The water made it easy to stand when I felt like I was about to lose my balance from the impact of my building orgasm.
“Rune,” I gasped into his mouth as he stroked my bundle of nerves, and one of his fingers dipped inside me. I reached down with one of my hands and found his dick still hard. He groaned into my mouth while he jerked forward into my touch. I couldn’t believe I was falling into the cliche thought from all the romance books I’d read, but he really was like velvet wrapped around steel. The two different textures blended into one that somehow made it perfect. My fingers didn’t meet as I circled them around him and began stroking him.
He parted from our kiss for a shuddering breath. His fingers pumped faster and stroked harder on my bundle of nerves. “Isa.”
Oh god. Listening to him moan because of me was something I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. Hearing him moan my name did something to me. It made me feel powerful that I was the one who brought him pleasure.
Was it the same for him when I moaned his name?
To answer my question, he pushed the intensity he felt whenever I said his name. The way it went straight to his dick and tightened his balls. The full-body shudder and tingles that came with it.
God, it was orgasmic.
Picking me up with one arm curled around me, he aligned us and thrust into me as he brought me down at the same time. We both groaned as we shared through the link how it felt. It wasn’t as weird or shocking to me anymore. It was something I knew I would look forward to in each intimate moment we had.
My hands held on to the back of his head as he rocked into me with a steady pace. He raised me so only the head of his erection was barely inside me before he dropped me back onto him to fill me completely. So that with each time we joined fully, he left his mark inside me. To make me remember how he felt while buried deep in my pussy, stretching me until I was scared I couldn’t take much more.
“So full,” I whimpered.
“So tight,” he groaned before his mouth seared mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, the taste of strawberries exploding on my tastebuds. The same unknown berry came with it and blended until it became his strawberry flavor.
Why did he always taste like strawberries?
