Page 39 of Out of Bounds

“The look on your face tells me otherwise,” she replied, squeezing his dick again.

He grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her midstroke. He missed the friction instantly but knew that this was way more important than how fucking amazing a hand job by Felicity was at the moment.

“I didn’t come here expecting this.”

“I know,” she said, giving him a look like she didn’t quite understand where he was going with this.

“So I don’t have condoms.”

Felicity didn’t even blink at his statement. She simply slipped out of his lap and walked over to the small table by her door where her purse and keys sat. Digging in her purse for a moment, she turned back to him, holding up a small foil wrapper. She ripped it open, removing the condom, and let the wrapper fall to the floor as she sauntered back over to him, her glorious hips swaying from side to side. His dick surged at the sight of her, his hands aching to dig into those hips and ass as he fucked her.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she wiggled her eyebrows, slowly sheathing him. This might have been the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. Not only was she armed with protection and ready to go, she had no qualms about being the one to put it on. The way this woman owned her sexuality was something else, and it was one hell of a turn-on.

Gunnar reached down, taking her by the waist, and hoisted her back up into his lap. She let out a giggle, her face flushing slightly as he looked her in the eye. He could feel himself smile in return, lining her up so her entrance was hovering right over the tip of his cock.

“Hold on, princess, you’re in for a hell of a ride,” he said, right before thrusting all the way into her.

Felicity moaned, her fingers grasping onto his shoulders as they stayed just like that for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to him. A few seconds later she started to rock back and forth, her tight pussy already gripping him in a way that shot heat straight to his balls. Grabbing ahold of those magnificent hips, he held her in place, thrusting into her, finding a rhythm. Her beautiful breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, seeming to call his name until he took one of the tiny peaks in his mouth, biting down gently. Felicity cried out, throwing her head back, right before she reached up, removing the elastic from her hair.

Her long blonde strands cascaded down over her shoulders, making her look like some kind of goddess. And in this moment, that’s exactly what she was—a goddess.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured into her ear. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Gunnar,” she whimpered in response. The look on her face was one he couldn’t describe—a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. He knew that the Felicity he was holding in his arms was one few people ever saw, including probably most of her past lovers, and he felt honored that it was him who was seeing it. But it was also something he wasn’t going to take for granted.

“Gunnar…please…please don’t stop…” she moaned, rocking into him as he continued his pace. “I’m so close.”

“Close isn’t good enough,” he growled. Sliding his hand down her body, he immediately found her clit, circling it with his middle finger. He’d figured out quickly just how she wanted to be touched down there, and he applied the exact same methodology. She mewled in response, her breathing coming faster and heavier with each passing second. He could feel his own orgasm starting to build as her pussy gripped him.

“Yes, there…oh…G…Gunnar!!!!” she screamed, her climax washing over her. Her eyes fluttered shut as her expression contorted into one of extreme pleasure. Watching her come undone like that sent a rush of heat through him as her pussy clamped down on him.

His own release hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending shocks straight up his spine. He let out a loud roar as he emptied himself into the condom, still thrusting into Felicity’s tight channel. Fuck, that was intense. Trying to catch his breath, he slowed down, wanting to make sure that he somehow didn’t cheat her out of anything. He couldn’t remember the last time he had come that hard, and damn, after this, he wasn’t sure anything else would ever compare.

Neither one of them moved, both of their chests heaving as they let their bodies return to their normal state. Wrapping his arms tighter around Felicity, he pulled her impossibly close, making sure that virtually every inch of skin was touching.

“Hi,” she whispered into his ear. Her voice was soft and tired sounding. Long gone was the biting tone that she usually had. In its place was something that was gentle and kind, like it knew that it had found a place where it was safe.

“Zdravo,” he replied, not sure if she had any idea what it meant.

Pulling back, she gave him the most genuine smile he’d ever seen on her.

“Is that hello in Croatian?”

“It is. I don’t speak it much, since really the only people I still know who speak it are former national team teammates, who I almost never talk to.”

“I like it.”

Silence fell between them again, neither seeming to know what to say. Although, to Gunnar’s surprise, it didn’t feel awkward. In fact, he was enjoying just being here with her and hoped that she felt the same way.

“This really wasn’t my intention coming here this afternoon,” he told her after a little while. “I don’t want you to think that this is what I was after.”

“This wasn’t my intention when I opened the door and agreed to let you come in,” she replied, climbing off him and picking up her shorts from the floor. She slipped them back on, along with her camisole, and collapsed back onto the couch.

“I know. But I want you to know that I mean it.”

“I do,” she nodded.

“Because there is something else I need you to also understand.”