“Gunnar,” I murmur.
He grunts, carrying me toward the kitchen. Thankfully, I know there aren’t any windows here, so there won’t be prying eyes. His eyes focus on mine as he drops my ass on the edge of the counter.
I’ve made a lot of bread and desserts on this countertop, but I’ve never had sex here. I wouldn’t either if I weren’t shutting down. Because nobody wants sex baguettes. Gunnar breaks me out of my thoughts as he unbuttons and unzips my pants.
Lifting my hips, I allow him to tug them down my legs, along with my panties. Reaching between us, I tug at his belt, unbuckling him, my eyes focused on his, then slide his underwear down and wrap my fingers around his length.
He’s hard and ready.
Perfect and yum.
I feel his fingers between my legs. My head falls back, and I stop stroking him because, oh my god, talk about yum. Hechuckles, his lips on the side of my throat as he curls his fingers inside me, then his thumb hits that spot.
Thatbrilliantly perfectspot.
Yes.
My hand falls away from his length, gripping the edges of the counter as I anticipate him sliding inside me. As good as his hands feel, I know without a doubt that his dick would feel a million times better.
“Gunnar,” I whimper. “Please.”
He chuckles and leans forward, then his lips touch the center of my throat. His thumb makes another circle against my clit before he slips his fingers from inside me. I widen my legs with anticipation of what’s to come, because I know it’s going to be good… so damn good.
So. Damn. Good.
Because every single time, it’s been that good. No, better than good. The best. Not that I have a lot of experience, but I know it’ll never be better than this. How could it be when I’ll never love another person as much as I love Gunnar?
When he thrusts inside me, stretching me the way only he can, God, he feels so good, hard and smooth. I want him to stay here forever. Right here. My breath hitches when his eyes flick to mine, and his lips twitch into a smirk.
“Feel good, baby?”
I could lie. But what would be the point? Lifting my hands, I curl my fingers around his biceps. His hands grip my hips, tugging me forward slightly so the edge of the counter practically cuts my ass in half. Right now, I wouldn’t care if it did.
“Better than good, Gunnar.”
And that is no lie.
Better than good. The best, actually, but I don’t tell him that. He’s got a big enough head. He shifts his face closer to mine, his lips touching my own as he begins to move inside me.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss.
His lips press against mine as he moves in and out of my body, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each downward stroke. My nails dig into the leather cut that covers his shoulders.
I’m close.
So close, although I think that at this point, I’m in a perpetual state of being on edge. Especially when it comes to Gunnar.God, his name is hot as shit, especially with his height and everything that is…him.
He rolls his hips, his pelvis grinding against my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my release. I think I might actually scream; I can feel it all building up inside me. I climb higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge.
I’m about to fall over.
I’m so close that I bite back the whimper that threatens to escape when I feel his lips touch the skin just below my ear.
Then he whispers, and when he does, those words are my complete undoing. I bring him closer to me, my hips lifting to meet his. My body begging and finally receiving its release.
And then it happens.
“Come all over me, Lainey. I need to feel you, baby. Please,fuck, come.”