Page 38 of Out of Bounds

Gunnar ran his hands up along her sides, bringing them to her breasts. His thumbs almost immediately found her nipples, slowly circling them through the flimsy material of her top. The soft material felt amazing rubbing against her sensitive peaks, but she knew that it would only feel better without that barrier in between them. She reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifting it over her head. Gunnar’s eyes went wide, a look of surprise taking over his face as he drank in her naked torso.

A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over her when another moment passed and Gunnar still hadn’t reacted. She’d always been rather proud of her boobs, thinking that what she’d been blessed with naturally looked just as good as some of the pairs that she knew women had paid top dollar for. But the lack of anything other than some blinking from the man she was currently mounting was making her start to wonder. Reaching down to the floor to try and find her discarded tank top, Gunnar grabbed her arm, his face now scrunched in confusion.

“Whatcha doing there, beautiful?” he asked.

Beautiful… Felicity’s heart squeezed as she repeated the word in her head. Gunnar Gracin thought she was beautiful.

“I wasn’t done looking at those,” he said, nodding toward her breasts.

“You weren’t doing anything, so I thought maybe—”

“Stop thinking,” he told her, cutting her off, his voice gruff. Her body heated at the gravelly sound—good Lord, was that sexy. “Look here, Effie, you may be strong and in charge out there, but tonight, in here, I’m the one calling the shots. Got it?”

A rush of heat engulfed her, and it was all she could do to nod. How was it that this man could set her on fire with just a few words? When it came to sex, she’d always been the one setting the rules, and she’d never even considered letting someone else take control. Until now.

Without so much as a whisper, Gunnar stood up from the couch with her in his arms. He loosened his grip, letting her slide down his body to her feet, before he whipped his own sweater off. Felicity ran her hands over his broad shoulders, loving the way his skin felt. They’d been this close, even if for only a moment, when he was in the tub. But she hadn’t taken the time to appreciate just how beautiful he was in that moment. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants and letting them fall to the ground, until he was in nothing but his skivvies. The pair of gray boxer briefs clung to him like a second skin, and that bulge she felt earlier was now even more prominent. Of course, because of the tub she knew what was in there as well, and she couldn’t wait for her turn to play.

Following suit, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly lowered them to the ground. Looking back up at Gunnar, her breath hitched when she saw him lick his lips. He placed his hands on her hips, tugging her into his hard body, and kissed her again.

Not letting up on his kisses, he picked her up again, and she wrapped her legs around him just before he sat back down on the couch. His movements now were deliberate and strong, kissing along her jawbone and down her neck, making his way to her breasts. Felicity arched her back, trying to direct him there faster, but he was on his own timeline. Relaxing into his touch, she closed her eyes, trying to give over that control that she’d held on to for so long. When his tongue found her nipples, she cried out, loving the feel of his mouth there. It sent a shot of lust straight to her core, causing her to arch her back even more. She reached for his hand, wanting to feel the pads of his fingers against the taut peak that wasn’t currently under oral investigation, but he pulled back from her grip, instead snaking it in between her legs.

He ran his fingers along the outside of her sex ever so lightly, like he was casually letting her know he was there. The featherlight touches made her heart race. He continued like that for a moment, running his hands along the apex of her thighs, barely making contact with her folds. She wanted so badly to take control, to tell him where to touch her. But he’d made it clear that he was in charge, and there was a part of her that liked that even more. Her senses were heightened not knowing what was coming next. Every new touch and pathway he followed only drove her more insane, wanting him to stop teasing. But she knew he wouldn’t.

“Your tits are even more perfect than I thought,” he said, letting go of the nipple he had in his mouth with a pop. “But by the feel of this, your pretty little pussy needs some attention.”

“Please,” she moaned, swiveling her hips, trying to get him to make contact.

“I like it when you beg,” he whispered, as his fingers finally found her core.

Felicity let out a groan, giving in to every new sensation. With slow and drawn-out motions, Gunnar avoided her clit, making smalls circles around it. She was so turned on from all his teasing and attention elsewhere, she could already feel an orgasm building inside her. If he kept this up, she was going to be a puddle in his lap in record time. Returning to her chest, his teeth lightly bit down on her sensitive peak as he slipped two fingers inside her, almost immediately finding the spot no man had ever been able to find with just his hands before.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, pleasure surging inside her.

“That’s it, come for me, baby,” he growled, moving his thumb to her clit, rubbing in that same circular motion as earlier.

That was all her body needed, her climax ripping through her. Pitching her body forward, she grabbed ahold of his shoulders again, dropping her head into the crook of his neck as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced washed over her. Her skin felt like fireworks going off, accompanying the ones she was seeing behind her closed eyes. She could feel her whole body quiver, as Gunnar never let up, riding out the orgasm with her, making sure she experienced every last second of it.

When she finally came down from her high—after what felt like forever—she collapsed into him. His large, warm hands caressed her back, making her feel cherished. Heaving out a sigh, she felt his dick twitch against her, reigniting something inside her. If he could do that with just his hands, what could he do with that monster she knew he had in there?

“Gunnar,” she said, sitting back up. Looking deep into his eyes, she bit her lip, trying to look coy. “Fuck me…please…”

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“You want more?” he asked, a knowing grin covering his face. She playfully rolled her eyes in response, and he could see she was trying to avoid giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Don’t make me beg,” she replied.

“I do like it when you beg,” he said, kissing her. Her kisses were strong and passionate, with an understated sweet taste that held on at the end. They were so Felicity it wasn’t funny, and he was sure that it wouldn’t take much to get totally lost in them.

Running her hand down his chest, Felicity traced his pecs before circling his nipple lightly and moving on to the ridges of his abs. She trailed her finger around each one, like she wanted to know every inch of him. Maybe she did—after this afternoon he certainly wanted to know every inch of her.

When she reached the elastic of his briefs, she stopped momentarily before slipping her finger just inside and running it along his skin. Her touch was soft, but strong and confident. He could tell that she was battling inside, wanting to take charge. He doubted this stunning woman had ever experienced sex where she wasn’t the one calling the shots—all those walls she had put up wouldn’t allow for such a thing. But tonight was different. He was going to show her just how good it felt to lose control.

He captured her hands with his, moving them downward and pulling his briefs down. His dick sprung free, and Felicity’s eyes went wide as she licked her lips in anticipation. She wasted no time, grasping it and gently squeezing. Her warm hand felt glorious, like stepping into the summer sun, and he let out a groan to let her know just how much he liked what she was doing. Kicking it up a notch, she reached in between her own legs, running her fingers along her wetness before taking his cock back in hand and sliding it up and down, coating him in her juices.

“Oh shit, baby,” he said, sinking into the cushions, getting lost in the intensity of her motions. Each stroke was better than the one before, and he knew that if she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last, and this wasn’t how he wanted it to end. He wanted her to come one more time, preferably with him buried inside her, his name being screamed at the top of her lungs. There was just one problem.

“I want to fuck you, Felicity,” he said. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. But we have one little problem.”