StoneHardPassion (7 page)

The growl that broke from his chest was almost painful in
its intensity. Desperate urges drove through him as she bared herself to his
gaze and he shuddered, already on the brink of orgasm, just from the sight.

It was like seeing an exotic, erotic bloom open its petals,
and he couldn’t resist touching it, stroking through the pink folds. The outer
lips were puffy and slick, the inner, framing the entrance, were hot and
drenched. Drawn upward to the prominent clitoris, he circled it, was rewarded
with another whimper of pleasure.

But it all looked so delicate, fragile in comparison to the
thickness of his finger. How could her body accommodate even that, much less
his cock? Everything he’d read said it would, but he had to be sure he wouldn’t
hurt her.

With the tip of his index finger, he gently explored the
opening, saw it contract at the slight touch. Her hips jerked and her thighs
seemed to press farther apart. Emboldened, he pushed forward into the wet,
clinging depths of her body.

Oh Freyja.

He’d never felt anything so sublime, so incredibly wonderful
as the way her pussy fisted around his finger, seemed to tug it deeper. Pulling
back, he pressed in once more, just to feel the sensation again.

“Yes. Oh
yes
. More.”

Did she mean more fingers, or more movement? Vidar decided
to give her both. Adding his middle finger was a lot easier than he expected,
and Jasmina seemed to really like it too. Now as he thrust she lifted her hips
to meet each incursion, gasping with pleasure. It reminded him of their last
encounter, when she’d wrapped her fingers around his cock and he thought he’d
died and gone to Valhalla. She’d also sucked him, and that had been even
better.

His mouth watered at the thought of returning the favor, but
he wasn’t sure she’d want it as much as he wanted to do it.

Pushing his fingers in deep, he held them unmoving in her
pussy, his balls pulsing in time to her rhythmic inner contractions.

“Do you want me to kiss you there too, Jazz?”

The walls of her pussy tightened, as a long, hard shudder
moved through her body.

“Oh, by the stars. How can you even ask?”

Flexing his fingers, unsure, he sought clarification. “Is
that a no?”

Jasmina’s head came up, her eyes opening. The wild light in
them struck an answering chord deep in his belly.

“Fuck you, Vidar.” Her voice trembled, broke on his name.
“Do you want me to beg?”

By all the gods, the thought made his balls pull tight and
he heard himself say, “Yes.”

A sob broke from her throat, but the beat of her pussy told
him her lust was amplified by his answer.

“Please. Please, Vidar.” She was trying to be mocking, but
her words were thick, laden with need. “Please suck my pussy, my clit, while
you’re finger-fucking me. Make me come before I die from your teasing.”

Restraint snapped, turning him into something he didn’t
recognize in the slightest. Keeping his fingers inside her, he shoved his other
hand under her ass and swooped down, tongue extended, lips open, ravenous for
her.

At the first touch her taste exploded into his mouth, making
him growl with pleasure. As he resumed fucking her with his fingers, Jasmina
wrapped her legs around his shoulders, crying out his name so it echoed through
the apartment. Lapping and sucking, Vidar wasn’t even sure what he was doing,
only knew he wanted more and more of her decadent flavor, was incredibly
turned-on by her screaming joy. Finding her clitoris, he swirled and flicked
his tongue over it, heard her cries escalate.

He’d ended up flat on the floor. His cock was pulsing, his
balls ached. Each time he licked or sucked at Jasmina he reflexively humped the
rug. The combination was going to make him come. He knew it, but couldn’t stop
what he was doing, driven to keep on until she begged him to stop.

“Yes—fuck—I’m gonna—
Vidar
!”

She screamed. Her body bowed up, her pussy clamped down, and
the combination set off a fiery chain reaction in his body. Keeping his mouth
over her drenched, succulent flesh he groaned with release, hips pumping in
time with hers.

Her legs fell away as though boneless and the movements of
her body slowed to the occasional tremble. The only sound was the rough rasp of
their breathing, interspersed with soft moans each time an aftershock caused
her inner muscles to briefly lock around his fingers.

“Oh, by the stars.” It sounded almost as though she might be
crying and, suddenly fearful, Vidar lifted his head. But she was smiling, her
eyes gleaming. “That was amazing.”

The thrill of masculine pride took him by surprise. The
shock of renewed desire made him smile in return, but there was only one thing
he wanted to say.

“More.”

Chapter Seven

Jasmina shuddered, her recently satiated desire spiking
again at Vidar’s words and the heat in his eyes.

How had she ever thought him shy? He was a beast, and she
was loving every moment of his attentions—even those surprising dominant
tendencies. It had never been her thing before, but when he exerted control
over her body, demanding her compliance, she went wild.

Who knew that’s what she needed in a man?

Apparently Vidar did…

She still couldn’t believe the intensity of their
lovemaking. Just having him look at her reduced her to melting need, the
expression in his eyes filling her with the kind of warmth that had nothing to
do with the physical.

He’s your friend—now a fuck-buddy. Don’t spoil it by
falling for him.

But as tender craving overtook her again, she worried it
might already be too late.

Vidar was still watching her, his eyes sparkling until they
looked like sunlight on the shallows of a tropical sea. With a slow, deliberate
motion he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, lifted them to his mouth.
Watching him lick her intimate essence from the digits brought a moan to her
lips. His smile grew broader as he sat back and started unlacing his boots.

Going up on one elbow, she tried to give him a level look.
“Do I get to play this time?”

He raised his eyebrows, tried to get his smile under
control, but he couldn’t completely erase the happy set of his lips. “Was I
playing with myself?”

Jasmina pouted. “I didn’t mean it that way, and you know
it.”

Vidar chuckled as he pulled off his boots. “Well, I could
let you take over, have your wicked way with me. Or—” Before she realized what
he was going to do, he pounced. In a thrice he had her flipped and pinned
stomach-down on the rug, his huge body bracketing hers. “Or you could be a good
girl for a little longer. Let me kiss all these tattooed feathers on your back.
Do anything else that might occur while I’m back here.”

“Shit.” Briefly she thought about struggling, even
translocating out from under him, but knew she wouldn’t. Already excitement had
her in its grip, was gnawing at her control. “Damn it, Vidar. Are you always so
demanding?”

“Only with you, gorgeous.” His mouth was right at her ear,
and she shivered at the need thick in his voice. “Only with you.”

She was trying to find a response, but his lips were already
moving, finding the sensitive place beneath her ear, his tongue circling warm
and damp on her skin. With a moan of surrender, Jasmina sank into the
sensation, losing herself again in his caresses.

Never had a man made her feel as wanted as Vidar did. No
other sexual encounter had touched her so deeply, or taken her past pleasure
into almost drugged ecstasy. Each movement of his lips on her skin caused a
shock of bliss, every time his hands came into contact with her flesh
heightened her desire.

If she didn’t know better she’d think he was using sex magic
on her, if not for the fact it always gave her a headache and was therefore
easy to detect. His lips moved across her back, sweeping from one side to the
other, the tip of his tongue tracing erotic sigils on her skin until she
shuddered and moaned.

No, it was all Vidar, making her crazy with lust, her body
writhing in impotent arousal as she longed for the night never to end.

“I need you.” The words came without thought, and his lips
paused at the small of her back. “Please, Vidar. I need you.”

His growl of agreement fired sparks through her blood and as
he straightened, freeing her lower body, she went up on her knees.

“By Freyja, Jazz.” He palmed her ass, his voice so low and
thick she could hardly understand the words. “Is there any part of you that
isn’t beautiful?”

The flush of pleasure inundating her at his words stole her
breath. She’d heard it before, but had never believed it—
felt
it—like
she did right now. Before she could even think of a reply, his tongue rimmed
her ass, and she cried out in delight.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”

Apparently encouraged, Vidar continued the tender assault
with lips and tongue. Drowning in bliss, Jasmina felt her legs start to give
out, but Vidar had one hand under her, palm flat on her belly, and held her up.

Then his other hand curled under as well, and one big, blunt
fingertip found her clit. With a shriek she was sure could be heard down in the
street, she came again.

When her senses returned, she was lying on her side, locked
in Vidar’s arms, the huge, gorgeous body cradling hers, his hand stroking her
hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d taken off his pants, but was glad he had. The
hard length of his cock rested against her hip, and she reached down between
them to caress it lightly. Despite the second mind-blowing orgasm, she ached to
have him finally inside her.

“I want this. Now.”

He shuddered, his arms tightening around her shoulders. But
he didn’t move. Instead he drew a harsh breath and said, “You seem so tiny. I
don’t want to hurt you.”

Once more warmth that had nothing to do with sex swept
through her chest, and she leaned back so as to see his face. “I’m so ready for
you, you won’t hurt me.”

But she could see from the shadows in his eyes he didn’t
believe her, and his hand trembled slightly. Had something bad happened in his
past? Some stupid troll woman make him think his cock was too big, or cried
after he’d made love to her, saying he’d hurt her? Just the thought made her
blood boil, but she tempered that emotion, not wanting him to see and think she
was angry with him.

Reaching up, she stroked his cheek, and decided it was her
turn to do some seducing.

“Trust me.” She whispered it, rubbing her thumb over his
lower lip, letting a gasp slip free when he swiped at it with his tongue. “I’m
so wet for you, so aroused, I ache for your cock. The only way I’ll be hurt is
if I don’t get it soon.”

His cheek heated under her fingertips, and his eyelids
drooped. But he still wasn’t completely reassured. “Are you sure?”

Moving her hand to his shoulder, she gave a little push,
following as he rolled onto his back. “More than sure.”

She straddled his thighs and wrapped her hand around his
erection. It was so hard it stood straight up from his belly and she shifted
forward until her mound pressed against it. Putting her feet flat on the floor
and using her thigh muscles, she lifted up until the tip of his cock slid
between the lips of her pussy. His eyes were wide, watching her face, but then
they fell to where their bodies touched so intimately. His face tightened and
his cock pulsed in her hand.

Knowing he was watching made the moment even hotter, and she
couldn’t wait even a second more. Letting gravity do its job, she relaxed,
arching as the thick head began its incursion, stretching her so gloriously she
wanted to scream with delight. But she held it back, knowing Vidar may mistake
it for something other than bliss.

“By the gods.” His voice, reverent, dark with pleasure,
faded into a low, growling moan as more and more of his length pushed into her
pussy. “By the gods.”

She would have agreed, except the ability to speak had
deserted her, leaving her a squirming, mewling being of pure physical pleasure.
She’d never felt so filled, completely possessed, and she loved it. Vidar’s
face was growing red, and his hips flexed beneath her. What would it be like if
he were on top, muscular ass driving his cock into her? She moaned, swiveled
her hips, taking the last of his length, feeling the base of his cock pulsing
just within the entrance to her pussy. His breath hissed in, and he froze, his
gaze lifting to meet hers.

Bracing her hands on his chest, her hair cascading down to
brush his torso, she started to rock, lifting and falling, riding him hard,
unable now to hold back her moans of bliss. His hands closed on her hips,
started helping her with her motions, his lower body rising to meet hers each
time she pressed down. Vidar growled, a grimace of pleasure baring his strong,
white teeth, the longer canines giving him a thrilling, feral expression.

Pressure began building low in her belly, ramping higher and
higher with each move, each sound they made. He was about to come. She saw it
in the way his face stiffened, felt it in the escalating motion of his hips,
the bite of his fingers. Her orgasm was still a little way away, but it didn’t
seem that important when she saw his head rear back, his entire body begin to
shudder. Giving him pleasure, watching him achieve it, was all that mattered.

He slammed into her, his body bowed up, every muscle
straining, but he came silently, as though the orgasm rendered him mute.
Rocking against him, she hoped to prolong his pleasure, seemed to succeed as he
shuddered again and again, relaxing incrementally between each aftershock.
Although he was done, she couldn’t bring herself to disengage. Instead she
repositioned her legs so as to be able to lie on top of him. Immediately his
arms came around her, wrapping her in warmth and his earthy scent.

Sighing with happiness, Jasmina closed her eyes and snuggled
into his neck. Was there ever a time she’d felt this content after sex,
especially if she hadn’t come? Even with orgasms, all other men and her
encounters with them faded into insignificance.

That knowledge gave her a little shiver of apprehension, and
the urge to lighten her own mood. She kissed the underside of his jaw and
murmured, “Maybe next time we can try the bed.”

Vidar made a sound deep in his chest and tightened his grip.
She wasn’t prepared for him to roll over, and squeaked in surprise as he
flipped her onto her back and settled above her. It would take some time to get
used to how swiftly and gracefully he could move when he wanted to.

“Maybe time after next…”

His voice faded, leaving amusement and something darker
lingering in the air between them. That’s when she realized he was still hard
and, with a thrill of pleasure, wrapped her legs around his waist. The change
of position made his pubic bone press against her clit, and she gave a little
gasp, reflexively rocked against him.

He smiled, and she grinned back. “Yeah, definitely not this
time.” She stroked his cheek, then ran her fingers into his hair. “I haven’t
had a chance to tell you how much I like this new look.”

The touch of color staining his cheeks and suddenly shy
expression in his eyes made her heart melt. “I’m glad.”

She wanted to ask if he’d shaved and cut his hair for her,
but couldn’t bring herself to do it, unsure of which answer she’d want to hear.
The intimate connection between them felt too intense as it was, and she didn’t
want anything making it stronger. Yet Jasmina also didn’t want to hear him say
it hadn’t been because of her.

Contrary bitch.

Vidar shifted, hips pressing closer and she gasped, gripping
his shoulders as a shock of sensation fired out from her clit. He watched her
face through heavy-lidded eyes, and flexed against her again.

“That’s so good.” She kept her eyes open, wanting to see his
reactions. Anticipation made her inner muscles tighten with an uncontrolled
spasm and a soft groan came from between his slightly parted lips.

“For me too.” Although low and rough, there was tenderness
in the words too. He cradled her head in one hand, fingers twining through her
hair, and his eyes drifted closed. “I can’t believe how good.”

Jasmina tried to move her pelvis, spur him on, but he was so
heavy she was trapped. “You planning to just lie there for the rest of the
night?”

The corners of his lips tilted up, and his eyelids fluttered
although they didn’t lift. “No. I just want to savor you a little. This is very
special to me.”

Why that should make her arousal increase, she didn’t know,
but it did. A tingling wash made her nipples contract and goose bumps feather
across her entire body. She slid her palms down to his biceps, exploring the
hot, taut skin and squeezing the muscles. It felt almost surreal to be able to
touch him however she wanted, and the sensation of his strong body over her,
inside her, under her hands, was almost too sublime. Threading her hands under
his arms, she trailed her fingers along his rib cage and around to the
straining hills and planes of his back. Another shudder fired through her, and
they both gasped.

Vidar’s eyelids rose, and Jasmina’s breath hitched again at
the passion sparking in his slumberous gaze. Her mouth went dry, forcing her to
lick her lips. His gaze fell to follow the motion.

“I want to kiss you.”

He sounded as though it would be an imposition, which
considering the intimacy of their current situation should have been amusing.
Strangely, there was nothing funny about it.

“I want you to.” And she did, with a sudden, desperate
hunger. “Kiss me, Vidar.”

He didn’t look away from her mouth as his head dipped.
Jasmina held her breath, her lips softening in welcome.

Their noses bumped, and Vidar drew back.

“Damn.”

She didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. Angling
her face slightly, she raised her head and pressed her lips to his.

Vidar went completely still, his firm mouth resting,
unmoving, against hers for a moment. Slowly she eased back and he followed, his
lips shifting, finding the perfect position over her mouth, a low growl of
pleasure vibrating from his chest into her skin.

Jasmina inhaled, just as his chest expanded on a deep breath
too. With a shock of recognition she knew they were drinking each other in,
cementing a connection already stronger than any she’d ever known. The thought
made her lightheaded, but couldn’t force her to pull away. Nothing short of an
explosion could do that.

The tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip and she moaned,
opening for him, inviting him in. But he seemed determined to take his time,
lightly stroking the sensitive flesh just inside her mouth, exploring the shape
of her lips. A shudder went through her, and she brought one hand up to grip
his hair, tightened her hold on him.