Page 64 of Out of Bounds

Placing another kiss on each one of her hips, he settled in between her legs, looking up at her, his eyes wide with wonder.

“You know, your tits aren’t the only thing that’s perfect,” he said with a wink. “Your pussy is also pretty divine.”

No sooner had the words left his lips when Felicity felt his tongue on her, licking from the bottom of her lips straight up to her clit. She moaned, feeling a bolt of lust rush straight to her core.

“And it looks likes it needs some love,” he continued, licking her again. “It’s all wet, just asking to be played with.”

“Please, Gunnar,” Felicity cried, feeling her pulse start to race.

“Is that what you want, beautiful?” His tongue lightly circled her throbbing clit. “You want me to tongue fuck you until you can’t do anything but scream my name?”

“Mmmhmmmm.”

“That makes both of us… But, I need to hear you say it, baby…”

“Yes, Gunnar…please…” she begged, slamming her eyes shut and circling her hips, trying to get him to make contact again.

The next thing Felicity knew, Gunnar’s mouth was on her sex, his tongue drawing patterns along her folds. She felt every little move he made—up, down, back, forth—her hands clenched onto the comforter, trying to hold on as he sent spark after spark through her. It all felt so damn good she didn’t know what to do with herself.

That was, until Gunnar reached up, his hands finding hers. He threaded his fingers through hers, unclenching them from the bedding and holding on tight. Felicity squeezed his hands, almost as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming it. He was holding her hands while worshipping her with his tongue.

It was as if everything in the world came to a halt, except the feeling of his mouth on her pussy and her hands in his. Her heart squeezed, unable to process everything she was feeling. It was a simple gesture, but one that made her feel so fucking special nonetheless. In this moment, any lie she could have conjured up to tell herself this was just a casual thing went right out the window. What they had was so much more. She was falling, and she was falling hard.

Gunnar squeezed her hand in return, right as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. The move, coupled with the newfound feelings she was experiencing, sent her flying. Felicity cried out as a crescendo of pleasure washed over her, wave after wave hitting her one after another. Her eyes slammed shut again, fireworks appearing behind her eyelids as she thrashed under Gunnar’s oral assault, him never letting up or letting go of her hand.

“Oh my God,” she said, when she could finally form words, her breathing still heavy from her orgasm.

Gunnar crawled up her body, kissing her long and slow, only partially allowing her to catch her breath. He tasted sweet and tangy from his efforts, but also of something else. There was something more there this time, she just couldn’t name what it was. Or maybe she could and just didn’t want to. So she did the only thing she could think of to try and express it.

“Gunnar,” she whispered, taking his face in her hands and looking him in the eye. “Make love to me.”

* * *

Make love to me.

It was an expression that was probably used all around the world a thousand times a night, with a variety of different meanings. But here, tonight, in this room, with this stunning woman in his arms, it only meant one thing to Gunnar.

That Felicity Sutherland was feeling it too.

“Gladly,” he whispered in return.

When he’d told her earlier in the evening that he didn’t know what this was, he hadn’t been completely honest with her. He knew how he was feeling. He knew that he had started to fall for her a while ago—probably the moment he’d met her—and that those feelings only got stronger every day. But he’d also known that she wasn’t ready to hear that. That while she’d let him inside her world and that the walls had come down, she’d been ready to put them back up without a second thought. He couldn’t blame her. She’d been hiding behind them for so long it was still amazing to him she’d been willing to let him break through them at all.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he pushed up off the bed to reach for the strip of condoms in his duffle bag. Felicity caught his wrist, tugging on it, pulling him back toward her.

“Don’t,” she said.

“What?” he asked, not following what she was saying.

“No condom.”

“You want to…” he trailed off. Was she really saying this? She wanted to go bare? Not that he wasn’t into it—the idea of feeling her sweet pussy surrounding his dick without a condom sent a thrill through him. But he also didn’t want to take any risks. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she nodded. “I want to feel you. All of you. Make love to me, Gunnar.”

He pressed his lips to her, kissing her with everything he had. Make love to her was right. His whole body filled with excitement at the thought of the two of them coming together this way. He wanted her so badly and on so many levels, and he was about to show her just what those words meant to him.

Nestling himself between her legs, he lined himself up with her entrance and eased himself in. Felicity moaned softly as her body adjusted to him, giving him a moment to soak in the feel of her hot, wet channel. Fuck, did she feel good. If he’d thought that her pussy was heaven before, it was even better now. Her tightness gripped him in a way that made his dick twitch inside of her, begging for more.