"Because I can't stop thinking about it."
I shifted closer to her, and her breasts crushed against my chest, and her thighs pressed against mine. "Me either."
Her eyes snapped open, blazing brightly. "This doesn't change anything."
"What doesn't—"
Her lips slammed against mine, cutting off my words and stealing my breath. I growled, surprised, and then her tongue was sweeping against my lips and her hands were in my hair, pulling me down, and she was lifting on her toes and gasping and tilting her mouth to deepen the kiss.
Need took over, then, and I dipped at the knees, filled my hands with her ass, and lifted her. She immediately and instinctively hooked her legs around my waist, and her arms circled my neck and her hands clutched at my hair, and she kissed me with everything she had.
I walked us toward the bed, supporting her with one arm and peeling her shirt off with the other. She broke the kiss long enough to toss the garment one way, unhooking her bra and flinging that the other way.
With both of us topless, her heavy, lush, beautiful tits swaying between us, she cupped my face in her hands and stole a soft, delicate kiss. "Tell me you have condoms, this time, Duncan. Please."
"In my toiletries bag," I answered.
She unhooked her legs and slid to the floor. "Go get them."
I went to my bag and ripped the zipper open, grabbed my leather toiletries case, and withdrew the new box of condoms, ripped it open, and tore free a few squares from the string.
When I turned back to the bed, Rune was wriggling out of her jeans, taking her panties with them. My eyes caught at the apex of her thighs, at the dripping honey of her arousal, and I stalked toward her.
She kicked her jeans and underwear aside, putting a palm to my chest as I reached her. “Wait."
"I'm no mood for games, Rune," I murmured in a low grumble. "I need to taste you."
She yanked at the fly of my jeans, roughly shoving them down. The waistband of my boxer briefs caught on my erection, and she pulled them away, dragging both garments down past my hips. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside, growling as Rune's hand wrapped around my cock.
"Rune, wait. I need—”
She spun us so my back was to the bed, stepping into me so I had to step backward. She took the condoms from me, tore one packet free, tossed the rest toward the head of the bed, and ripped the packet open with her teeth.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she lifted onto her toes and shut me up with a kiss, rolling the condom onto me hand over hand, eliciting a soft snarl from me.
"I don't want that right now, Duncan," she breathed.
She clenched her arms around my neck and gave me her full weight, forcing me to pick her up—I palmed the soft warm flesh of her ass and lifted her, and those strong thick legs circled my waist once more. This time, there were no layers of clothing between us, just the hot wet cradle of her sex against my belly and the grip of her thighs around my hips. Clutching my neck with one hand, Rune reached between us and gripped my dick in the other, guided me to her opening. Pushing up with her thighs, she fit me into the slick press of her seam.
"All I want is this." She claimed my mouth, demanded my tongue, and then broke away again as she sank onto me. "Holy shit," she gasped as I slid a few inches inside her. "Duncan, oh god, holy shit."
I lost my breath as she pulsed around me, hot and tight and slick and wet, and my legs shook, and my eyes squeezed shut and heat billowed through me. "Rune, fuck, fuck, oh god fuck!"
I heard her whimper, a soft, quiet, almost broken sound.
“You okay?" I asked.
She pressed her face into the side of my neck and nodded. "You're just…" she tilted her hips subtly, and I slid a little deeper, drove a little further inside her. "You're fucking huge, Duncan."
I laughed, but it came out as more of a rough, ragged groan. "You…you really know how to…" I trailed off into a wordless, huffing growl of shocked ecstasy as she sank onto me further yet, taking me deeper, and now I was buried fully inside her, aching at the rippling squeeze of her vise-tight pussy. "Oh god, Rune. You really know how boost a man's ego, saying shit like that."
"I…" she had her arms cinched tight around my neck, face buried in the side of my throat, and she used her grip on my neck and shoulders to lift herself, dragging my cock back out through the hot clutch of her pussy, groaning at the slide of me through her rippling, spasming channel. "Oh my god, Duncan. Holy shit. Holy shit." She sounded like she could barely breathe, her words thin and breathless and shaky. "I knew you'd feel amazing inside me, but…oh god, oh god. I didn't know it would feel like this."
Words failed me. I needed…my god, what did I need? Her. All of her. More of her. I needed to move, to take her. To feel her slide and feel her come.
"Rune," I gasped. "I need to move."
She slid wet, stuttering kisses from my throat to my chin, to my jaw, to my mouth. "Duncan," she whispered. “Just…be gentle. You're a lot."
