Page 48 of Essence of Fear

“Can I?” she asked when he readied to open the foil packet.

Pav hesitated. “If you want to, of course.”

“I do.”

Mostly because it let her touch him and see him. She liked being able to do that—to be the one to choose to free his erection from his boxer-briefs; to let her fingers trail over the length of his cock, drifting over the thick veins and grazing the head where his precum had started to gather on the blunt tip. She smoothed her fingers around his length and stroked once, then twice. His hips jerked forward from the motion, and a harsh grunt fell from his lips. She looked up to see his teeth were clenched while he watched her.

But he let her touch.

He let her play.

She needed that, too.

It was only once she’d slid the condom down his length and pushed his boxer-briefs down enough that he could step out of them did he finally push her back to the bed. Her legs fell open far easier than she expected. She welcomed him more willingly than she thought she would.

His lips connected with hers as the blunt head of his cock came to rest against her slit. His tongue clashed with hers as his hips jerked forward, and he took her. She was wet enough for it, but it still took a second, and then two before her body adjusted to the length and width of his cock. But she liked that feeling, too. Liked the way her pussy had to stretch for him, and how his back shuddered under her hands when her nails dragged down his skin.

He waited just long enough for her to breathe, and then her back arched high from the bed. She wanted more—needed to feel him pounding into her until she came again, and was spent enough that the dreams weren’t going to visit her this night.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

His teeth found her throat, then, and his hips snapped back before meeting hers again. His pace was fast and deep. It was just enough to hit all the right spots, and have her tightening her legs around his hips to get him even deeper.

He was right.

It was too much.

It also wasn’t nearly enough.

“Fuck,” he grunted against her lips.

Viktoria laughed, breathless and spun.

God, she’d missed sex.

“More.”

Kissing her chin, his looked up, and she met his gaze. “You only have to ask.”

8.

PAV HAD not expected to wake up with his cock in Viktoria’s mouth, but he really wasn’t going to complain about it, either. If she wanted to get his dick in her mouth, then he was up for that. Whatever she wanted.

She’d been timid the night before—at first. And then it was like she remembered what sex could feel like when it was good, and the woman was fucking insatiable. He was all too happy to be the one feeding into that desire of hers.

He couldn’t fuck her enough.

Couldn’t get enough of her.

The feeling of her.

Her taste.

The way she smelled.

All of her.

It drove him crazy.