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Chapter Twelve – Ashe
I was happy to have Varg back in bed with me.
Time waited, ticking in its tracks. Each step to the door was another one off the path. A set out trip, like leaves on a stream, was pulled to a final conclusion.
The night was warm, and I wore the sort of booty shorts banned at the office, dyed black to fit the occasion. Loki’s Laugh proudly adorned my back. The tee was already in need of a vacation.
“I can get you another?” Varg observed, pulling it over my head.
“Signed?”
“If you’d like.”
Taking my breasts, one in each hand, he started to lick my nipples. Carefully, his tongue made the rounds, in ever diminishing circles.
“Oh,” I gasped, as, at last, his lips closed gently over my nipple.
Rock hard from his touch, he sucked lightly and thoughtfully.
“Yes?” he asked, fingers tipping the brass button.
“Yes.”
Taking the other, he continued to suck, as my fly reverse-engineered, the waistband loosening as the normal tiny brass teeth came undone. Denim at my feet, I stepped out quickly, with Varg continuing to suckle. Every nerve, even those not near, responded to his efforts.
“I seem overdressed,” he observed, as ghosts of pleasure were still pulsing through me.
He disrobed, and then our jeans were alone on the floor again.
Down to nothing, we embraced again, his hand going south of my border.
“Oh,” I gasped, as he squeezed my ass.
“I’m going to spank you.”
“Okay.”
He carried me to the bed without a word and then he put me over his lap. Biting my lip, I quivered as he held my hip while pulling my panties down.
“Try to relax,” he said, my cheek in his hand, prepping for the first strike.
Settling down, his other warm hand on my belly, I did my best to get ready, my tender flesh responding under his strokes.
It wasn’t that bad, just the flat of his hand thumping against my skin. It felt good, like a vigorous massage, getting the tissue deep to the bone. Turning his hand, he swept upwards, like an ice cream scoop, taking handfuls of my tender flesh, squeezing but not hurting.
“How’s that?” he asked, grabbing another handful.
“Nice.”
“Now comes the fun part,” he whispered.
The stretch was soft and considered: first my pussy, then my asshole, coaxed by his gentle hands. It was a wonderful thing to feel, foreign as it was. That was the idea, though, and there was no one I trusted more to relieve me of my innocence.
His cock was raging and was super hard.
“Can I help?” I gasped, my need to have him in my mouth suddenly urgent.
“Soon, you first.”
His voice was ragged with lust.
Returning to my body, he found a good beat, working my pussy with his other hand.
Light, his gentle fingers, moving like the tide, teased me, layer by layer, building the storm that ended in my shaking calm, my hips raising further onto his attending hand.
He turned me like nothing, putting me on my back.
My mouth and heart open, he slipped his cock inside me— just the head at first, giving me a bit of a taste, until I was ready for more. He was nothing if not considerate. Following his lead, I opened wider, taking him into my throat, not sure if it was still part of the kink, even if it seemed so.
Varg eased himself into my mouth, going deeper and deeper. I didn’t even feel like I might choke.
Easing back, just a touch, he started to move again, fucking my throat like a master. He was my master, in every way, my body his for the taking. Everything new, we tried, only bringing more pleasures.
Varg only had my interest at heart, not a whiff of self-interest to be found. I basically had to ask if I could pleasure him. Even then, I came first.
Face-fucking me to his full, Varg started to cum. The slight tremble in his cock was quite familiar. He pulled out, my intense need to suck his cock making me whimper. Stroking my cheek, he angled the tip, dropping four large, sweet helpings into my mouth.
“Good?” he asked.
“Great,” I confirmed, licking my lips clean after swallowing the last of him.
A short shift, barely felt, and I was back looking him in the eye. At least as close as I ever got.
“I want you to fuck me. Don’t worry, I’m sober, as you saw, and absolutely consenting. Please, I want you to pop my cherry,” I begged.
“Well, I can’t argue with that, can I?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Any preferences for positions?”
“Surprise me.”
“Brave words.”
“I trust you.”
“Lay back, Love.”
The mattress came up to meet me. My mind was swimming with anticipation, opening my legs to his tender attentions. Keeping a hand on my pussy, Varg got my vibrator and some lube from the drawer on my side of the bed.
“How long have you known I had that?” I asked him.
