But I can’t have his mouth there.
His brows snap together in question. “Lainey?”
“Not your mouth. Not this time,” I whisper.
He narrows his eyes on me, biting the corner of his bottom lip before he releases the flesh. “He didn’t fuck you, but he did that?”
It’s a guess. I didn’t tell him that Paul didn’t fuck me. I didn’t tell him anything. But one thing Viking is not is dumb. He’s not a fucking idiot, and he can read me really well for some reason. Even for someone I haven’t had a whole lot of interaction with, aside from watching and pining from a distance.
“We didn’t have sex, but yeah, he did that,” I whisper.
“Well then, I’m going to have to erase every goddamn memory of him.”
VIKING
I ignore the fact that Paul touched any part of her, tasting her, especially before I could, as my mouth moves down her body, and I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees, throwing them over my shoulders.
I flatten my tongue before I slide it through her folds, circling her clit before she whimpers. Her fingers slide through my short hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.
Feels so goddamn good.
I moan, my tongue on a mission to make her come. Her taste floods my tongue, and I shift my focus from her sweet pussy to her clit. I need to taste her release. I need to blow her fucking mind and make her forget Paul ever existed, at least until she marries him.
Grazing my teeth across her clit, I slide one of my hands up her thigh, then I find her center. Slipping two fingers inside herwarmth, I curl them as I make a come-hither motion. Lainey thrashes around on the bed.
I open my eyes to watch her as she does. She’s so fucking beautiful. Now I don’t just want to taste her cum, I want to watch her come, too. She lifts her hips, meeting my fingers and tongue. It doesn’t take her long.
She’s so close.
So damn close.
She’s whimpering and writhing beneath me. She’s absolutely breathtaking. Not just because my face is buried between her thighs, but also because she is just that fucking gorgeous.
When she comes, her body freezes, and I feel her cunt clamp down around my fingers. I don’t stop my movements. I continue focusing my tongue on her clit and my fingers moving inside her.
Lainey’s fingers find my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, and it’s hot as fuck. So goddamn sexy. I only slip my fingers out of her center when her body relaxes. She moans, sinking into the mattress.
I touch my lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh, then slowly shift my body up hers until my cock is aligned with her center. I don’t slam inside her, at least not yet. Rising to my knees, I decide that I don’t want to be on top of her. I want her close, so fucking close that we almost become one.
Reaching down, I wrap my arms around her back and pick her up so her tits are pressed against mine. Instinctually, Lainey slides her arms around my shoulders and holds on to me.
My dick is hard and waiting.
Gripping her hips, I hold her still, my eyes finding hers before I gently lower her down onto my length. One of her hands slides up my neck, her fingers curling around me there. Her eyes are focused on mine as she begins to move.
“Gunnar,” she breathes, the soft voice going straight to my goddamn dick.
I can feel her warm breath wash over my face as she fucks me slowly and sweetly. My brain feels like it’s spinning. I can’t even form a goddamn logical thought right now. I’m not in control, and in a different way than I’m used to.
I’ve never been one to fuck slow. It’s always been something I did for relief, for fun, or out of boredom. None of those circumstances apply when it comes to little Lainey-Rose with the rockin’ fucking body.
“You feel so good,” she moans.
“Baby,” I grind out, my teeth gnashing together as I look directly into her eyes.
Releasing her hip with one of my hands, I guide my fingers up her spine, tangling my fingers in her hair, holding her tightly there.
“You feel better than good. You feel fucking fantastic.” Shifting my face forward, I touch my lips to the side of her throat before I continue. “You fuck me so good, baby.”