Page 104 of Gunnar

Her gaze doesn’t waver.

“I won’t.”

I move in again, my mouth on hers, trying to stay slow. I can’t. Not with the way she responds. The way her body keeps moving closer, like it’s trying to get to mine.

My hands go to the hem of her pajama top.

Her breath catches, her body stilling in a way that tells me she’s paying attention to every movement.

I lift the fabric slowly.

Her gaze stays on mine as I do it, steady, unflinching, even as the cotton slides up over her skin, exposing her inch by inch.

My beast purrs at the sight of her bare breasts. Two perfect, round mounds, topped by the sweetest pink nipples. I drop my head and take them into my mouth for the second time today.

She moans. She’s wilder now, more confident, and it’s as sexy as hell. When I grasp the waistband of her pajama pants, her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop me.

Slowly, slowly, I ease them down, exposing that sweet dark triangle between her soft thighs. I push them apart, and desire shudders through me as I see her bare pussy for the first time. So pink and perfect. She squirms a little as I hold her right there, taking her in.

“Gunnar,” she whispers.

“What?” I say.

Instead of answering, she bites her lip.

Oh, I get it. It feels good. Weird, and exposing, but good. I spread her with my fingers, revealing her tiny, closed entrance, barely big enough for one finger. Soon my cock is going to break through it. It seems impossible. But I know she’s gonna take me, because she’s my mate, and her pussy is made just for my cock.

I’m burning to make her mine forever. But first I need to taste her.

I dip my head and lick her the length of her slit.

Her hips buck and she gives a wild cry. She’s so sensitive, my girl. It drives me crazy. When I flick my tongue across her little bud, she cries out again, and her fingers tangle into my hair.

“Oh, Gunnar, that feels so good,” she mutters as I lick her back and forth, figuring out her rhythm. My beast might be feral, but it senses what she needs.

Soon, I feel her body trembling, her hips rising rhythmically to meet my lashing tongue.

“Oh my god,” she cries out like she can’t quite believe it. “I’m going to come—” she wails, and explodes right in my mouth. Her honey-sweet juices flow out of her as the orgasm surges through her body.

It’s a long time before she’s done, and she falls back limp against the pillow, breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing. She’s not embarrassed now, all spread out in front of me, eyes soft with sated pleasure.

Now, my beast growls. At last, it’s right. I strip my shirt off carelessly. Then I notice her eyes burning into me, taking in my body.

Suddenly, she sits up and runs her hands all over my chest before planting kisses on my belly. “You’re so sexy,” she murmurs.

I’d never thought of myself as sexy before, but I sure love the way her eyes feast on me, like she can’t get enough. She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

Then—I can hardly believe it—she unfastens the zipper on my jeans.

I’m not wearing any underwear and my cock springs out, massive and rock-hard.

“Oh—” she says, taking it in the first time. She’s wondering how it can fit inside her. Maybe she doesn’t want it to⁠—

Holy crap. She reaches out and suddenly, her small dainty hand wraps around my throbbing shaft.

Fuck.

I hiss out a groan through gritted teeth. Pre-cum is leaking from the end. She rubs it all over the head of my dick and up and down my shaft.