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A raspy laugh bursts from him. “I’m going to fuck you.” He reaches a hand between my open legs, trailing a finger through my dripping folds. “And it will be so good you won’t know whether to scream or cry.” His other hand closes around my hair, gently coaxing me to turn my head. He nips at the soft skin on my bared neck. “My preference would be you screaming my name.”
I’m so wet I can hear the sucking noise as he plunges two fingers inside me. An ache pulls on the inner walls of my pussy, and my thighs clench against his hand.
“Yes.” My voice is husky, coated with such an overwhelming need that my legs would collapse if I weren’t lying across the desk.
“Stay there.” His command is gruff before cool air hits my back and goose bumps pebble my skin.
Where is he going? With my cheek flat against the desk, I watch him move to the other side of the room where his bag is. I don’t dare shift positions for fear that he’ll deny me the promised pleasure. A foil packet crinkles, and the breath I’d been holding is released. I watch him roll the condom on, his dick standing proud and hard. My fingers itch to do it for him. Next time! I’ll insist he lets me do it.
Rory is bigger than any man I’ve been with before, and I squeeze my thighs in anticipation. He looks up and grins when he catches me watching him. I don’t care if he can see my desire. I want him to know how much I want him.
“You ready?” he asks, moving back to me. I twist my head around as he lines up behind me.
“So ready!”
But still, he makes me wait. Instead, his fingers plunge inside. Once. Twice. Three times, he pumps them in and out.
Frustration makes my jaw ache. “Rorrryyy,” I grind out.
His cock nudges my entrance before he leans over me. “Is this what you want?” He pushes in an inch, then another, and another.
My grip tightens on the desk, holding myself in place.
Excruciatingly slowly, he fills me. “Hradar. Hradar … Damn it, faster,” I demand, forgetting my English again.
And the breath whooshes from my lungs when he plunges balls deep into me in one powerful thrust.
I’ve never felt so stretched, so full. I gasp to fill my lungs with air, thinking I might pass out if I don’t catch a breath. My orgasm is just out of reach.
He withdraws a little before plunging deep again. My hips bang against the desk, but I feel no pain. The stretch is so exquisite, nothing else matters. Again and again, he retreats, then fills me.
My muscles clench, then release … until I’m spiraling out of control.
“Fjandanum,” I scream, and the Icelandic word for fuck reverberates around the room, only drowned out by Rory’s loud groan when he comes shortly after.
He collapses over me in a long exhale, and I savor his warm, all-encompassing embrace.
“Am I squashing you?” he asks, his breathing still labored.
“Not at all. But the bed might be more comfortable for both of us.”
He chuckles, and his breath tickles my ear. I want to cuddle closer to him, and I’m not normally a cuddler.
“Stay there,” he says, pulling away from me.
“Oh my God, you can’t be ready to go another round?” I ask, but again, I don’t move from the desk but watch him over my shoulder as he discards the condom. “Because I have to tell you, the two orgasms have totally wrecked me.”
His laugh is fully unleashed this time as he returns from the adjoining bathroom and strides across the room to scoop me into his arms like I weigh nothing more than an elf.
“You wrecked me too,” he says when I’m cradled against his chest.
He walks over to the bed, bends to pull back the covers, then rolls me onto it.
I ride the resulting wave of water. Giggling at the way it wobbles under me. “Imagine having sex on this.”
Suggestively, he raises his brows. “Maybe we won’t have to imagine it. Roll over so I can hop aboard.”
I do a complete turn, and before the water can settle, I’m rocked up and down as Rory plops himself down beside me. I let the waves throw us together.
