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“It’s villa two.” Her voice was reserved, almost shy, drawing his attention back to the present. He smiled as he took her hand and they headed to her rooms. She grabbed the lanyard around her neck and pulled out her keycard and unlocked the door. He could feel her hands shaking and the coolness of her skin. He realized then she was just as nervous, and that fact helped to calm him down.
“I can’t say I understand what’s going on, but I know that the last few weeks I’ve been dreaming of you. The dreams started like any other, but they got more and more real. Like I had lived it, even though I hadn’t ever done those things.” She turned to face him then, and it hit him again that she was real. She wasn’t just a woman from a dream, but a real honest-to-god person — his Lisbeth. And she was here. Not two feet away from him, looking at him like the sun rose and set on him. From her actions in the meeting room and the way she ran to him in the hall, she felt the same for him as he did about her.
“Lisbeth.” His voice was a whisper, a plea for her to understand. He needed her. She immediately came to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her lips to his neck. He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer to him. His cock getting harder by the second as her soft hips pressed against him. “I don’t want to make you think I only want…” Her kiss cut off his words. Desperation was in her kiss, something he understood. He felt her hands pulling at his clothes.
“Which way to your room?” It was all he could say. He’d take her here on the marble floor if they didn’t get to the bed soon. She pulled him to the left and down the hall. They never stopped kissing except to pull their t-shirts off, throwing them as they moved. His hands encountered her lace covered bra, and he stopped moving to look at her. They were breathing hard, panting really. Each inhalation strained the cups of her bra. She ran her hands over his chest, pausing to run her thumbs over his nipples. He smiled when he remembered she knew that he liked that. A lot. She smiled then bit her bottom lip. They looked into each other’s eyes for seconds before he reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
He pulled the straps down inhaling sharply as her breasts slowly came into view. He noticed his fingers were shaking when he placed them on her collarbones. He trailed the tips down her chest, pushing the lace away from her body, revealing her pale pink nipples. They were exactly like he knew they’d be. He’d licked and sucked them before, many times. He raised his gaze back to her face then smiled as he cupped the back of her head and brought her lips to his. Their tongues met in a slow exploration. They both moaned as he pulled her in tight, skin meeting skin. He brought one hand to her body, pinching and gently twisting a nipple. He knew just how hard to do it, to make her weak.
She found the opening to his pants, her hands trembling so much that she fumbled to undo them.
“God, yes. I want to go slow, Lisbeth, but I don’t think I can this time.”
“I don’t want it slow. I want it like the first time in the hostel.”
“But I made you come in the shower several times before I took you to my bed.” He moved to take off the rest of her clothes. “Then I ate your pussy.” His cock jumped at the memory.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll come as soon as you get inside me.” Her voice was shaking.
He hoped so. He was primed and ready to explode. He pushed her jeans from her body then his own pants fell to the floor. He had to touch her, feel her clit. He wanted to taste her too. There was so much he wanted to do with her. To her. He could bring her pleasure quickly. He knew just how hard and fast to strum her clit. He slid his hand between her underwear and her body, bringing his fingers to her warm, wet slit.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
Her body arched against him, and he could tell her knees were weak. He pushed her panties down her thighs, picked her up and sat her on the bed. He jerked the scrap of lace off her body before he roughly parted her thighs, dropped to the floor and buried his face in her pussy. God, her taste, the feel of her intimate skin against him, so familiar and so perfect. He sucked her clit into his mouth just as she grabbed his hair and pulled him tighter to her body. He was determined to make her scream. He used his tongue and fingers, sucked, licked and fingered her to completion. Her cries finally penetrated the fog in his brain. Her juices covered his fingers and chin.
He was panting hard. “Are you still on the shots? I don’t have protection.” God, he hoped she was okay with it. He needed inside her.
“I am. I’m clean, no one in a year and always with protection. I think I know you well enough to assume the same.”
He’d never fucked a woman without a condom. Only her. Even though he’d never met her. “Yes.” He didn’t stop to think about the pain of her sleeping with other men. He stood, pushing down his boxer briefs, excitement made him uncoordinated so that he nearly tripped. He moved to place his cock between her spread things and grasped the base to guide it into her. He held his breath as he pushed inside.
“Holy fuck.” She felt better than he remembered. So warm, wet and tight. Her walls gripped his cock like a fist. He was still standing between her thighs. He looked down to see himself buried deep inside her and it nearly made him come. He closed his eyes briefly before shifting his focus to her face. She was gazing at him with a look that made his heart almost stop. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. He felt her walls clench his cock. This was going to be over embarrassingly fast.
“I’m sorry, Lisbeth, but I’ve hurt for you for so long.” He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard and fast. He’d make it up to her later. He dug his knees into the side of the mattress for leverage. He had to close his eyes again, nearly coming as her tits bounced when he slammed into her. He heard her scream just as the tingle started in his cock.
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold off, but it was like holding back a wave on the ocean. He threw back his head and pushed deep inside her body just as the head of his cock felt like it
blew off and his balls turned inside out. Little tremors shook him as he continued to empty himself into her. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face and chest were pink, her eyes were closed, and a light sheen of perspiration covered her.
He leaned down to cover her body with his. His mouth crashed into hers. He didn’t want to be soft or sweet. He needed to devour her. He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes. “I can’t tell you what it means that you are here in my arms. I don’t understand how any of this happened, but I’m damn glad it did.” He smiled at her, feeling her heart pounding against his chest. Just as she probably felt his.
“Oh, it’s a long story. And it’s an unbelievable one too.”
He adjusted himself, so he was resting on his elbows but gazing into her eyes. His legs were sticking straight out, hanging off the bed, while hers had wrapped around his waist.
“As unbelievable as being in love with a woman I’ve never met. And I do love you, Lisbeth Mohr. With all my heart. And I’m never letting you go again. I can’t.” He loved to watch her eyes light up when he said how much he loved her. It never registered that he now knew her last name.
She raised her hand to cup the side of his face. “I love you too, Stieg Warner. More than you’ll ever know and I’m glad we’re together. Finally. Even though we’ve never met.” Their laughs turned to moans as he lowered his lips to her throat.
“I’ll never get enough of you. I’ve been addicted to your taste since I tasted you in Leipzig.” He whispered the words against her skin, felt her heart hammering against his chest, tasted the saltiness of her skin, heard her sigh. He was totally immersed in everything about her. And he’d never been happier in his life. He reluctantly pulled from her body and stood up. He reached out his hand and pulled her with him.
“Let’s shower, and I’ll order food. I want you under me as soon as possible, but we missed lunch. We’re going to need energy.” He pulled her gently to the bathroom with the large glass enclosed shower. Opening the door, he turned the water on and joined her in the tiled bathroom while the water warmed. He knew just how hot she liked the water when she showered.
Her eyes roamed his body when she suddenly bit her bottom lip and dropped to her knees in front of him. She raised her hand and brushed her fingertips over the small tattoo on his left hip, between his hipbone and pubic hair. “Meine ewig liebe Lisbeth” She raised her eyes to meet his. “I remember when we got our tattoos in Hamburg. Did it freak you out as much as me when you saw you had one?”
He watched her move her hair off her shoulder and recognized the permanent ink on her left shoulder blade. He’d picked out the design. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin, tracing the image. “Poor Jonas thought I was trying to flash him my dick. That about freaked him out as much as me seeing I had a tattoo.” He heard her snort and grinned. “There are so many things that I don’t understand about this, Lisbeth. I’m confused in so many ways, but just having you with me, I realize I can’t imagine my life without you.” He reached down and pulled her up before backing them into the shower.
The tiled shower was large with a built-in bench on the opposite side as the shower head. They took their time, slowly soaping up each other, kissing, teasing and building their sexual need. He felt her lips and tongue teasing first one nipple then the other. He threaded his fingers through her hair, panting. He brought his lips to her ear, biting the lobe then moaning.
