Her heart swelled. Sven was so different than her first boyfriend. Cole had only cared about getting her into a position so he could mount her. Sven paused and observed and complimented her. She wasn’t just an object to score. She was his equal, his lover whom he was generous to give pleasure to and take from.
He removed her bra next. His eyes became unnaturally luminous when he saw her nipples. The crowns of her breasts were hard and sensitive from arousal. “Pink,” he muttered, “so fucking pretty.” He leaned down and licked them.
Annalise jerked involuntarily. She widened her eyes. The pleasure… unbelievably good. How could this be? Electric shivers coursed down her spine Morsels of delights exploded in the area where he painted with his tongue.
“Babe, you taste as good as you look.” Sven kneaded her breasts and licked the side of her jaw. Her toes curled in pleasure as he grazed and suckled her flesh.
Annalise grabbed his shoulder, digging her short nails into his expensive designer shirt. She moaned unconsciously. Her heart raced as he licked his way down, to the hollow of her throat, her cleavage. He let out a primal-sounding growl before he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard.
“Sven!” She clawed his flesh. “Oh.” The sensation was unbelievably wicked. Deep drawing pleasure shot from her nipple straight to her sex, making her pussy ache and become wetter. She fisted a handful of his hair as he sucked and sucked until she was ready to shout. Annalise caught herself from telling him to stop. No, she didn’t want him to stop. No way. What the hell she was thinking? She wanted more. The pleasure he’d introduced made her instantly addicted.
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p; Sven released her nipple. He licked and sucked it again. Hard. He trapped her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
She instantly hyperventilated. God, it was so damn good it should be a sin. Her body quivered. She was about to lose her mind. She burned inside and out. She became too hot. The air around her became scarce. She tried to breathe. Her chest constricted. His mouth was hot. Her abused nipple was even hotter. Brimstone of lust scorched her to cinders. Inside his mouth, Sven circled the peak of her nipple with his tongue as he continued to suck and suck and suck—
It slammed her like a tornado. Fast. Furious. Vengeful.
Annalise shouted as she threw her head backward and arched her back in pleasure. She came so hard it knocked the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes watered. She was lightheaded. If she were a cartoon character, she’d see birds flying in circles above her head.
“Anna, that was beautiful.”
Goodness! Was Sven watching her having an orgasm? She instinctively covered her chest with her arms. Embarrassed.
“Are your breasts that sensitive?”
Annalise was sure her face looked like a boiled lobster. “I guess.”
That wicked smile of his returned. “Hmm. I think I found your kryptonite.” Sven squeezed her breast and sucked her unmolested nipple.
That one sent her into her spiraling ecstasy. She squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be free from his delicious torture; she wanted to do the same to him, touch him, discover all of his secrets like he discovered hers, but Sven wouldn’t let her. He wrestled her into submission, immobilizing her so he could put his mouth anywhere he wanted to.
Annalise squealed, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as Sven continued his lewd assaults. He marked her flesh with his teeth and buried his face in her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. One by one, the remaining of her wet clothes flew from the bed. She instinctively closed her legs when Sven slid her panties to her ankles.
He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”
Was she that easy to read?
“You sure you’re not a virgin?”
“Sven!”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. He slipped his free hand into the juncture of her thighs, where he found she was soaking wet. He stroked her curls and her swollen pussy. “Don’t be shy.” He breathed his words onto her lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you? I can touch you, kiss you, and taste you, anytime I want.” His voice went an octave deeper. “The way I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Mine.” His gaze smoldered. “All mine.”
“Yours,” she echoed, mesmerized.
“Damn right.” He played with her curls and felt her wet seam. He found her clitoris and played with it, making her fidgety. “Good?” he asked.
Not trusting her voice, Annalise nodded. The way he rubbed her invoked all kinds of aches within her. Her pussy contracted. Her pulse raced. Heat surged through her veins. The familiar need to reach the peak of pleasure started nagging again.
Slowly he rubbed his finger along her moist lips, then into her opening and inside her. Annalise stiffened. Sven soothed her with soft murmurs. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until the pad of his palm mashed against her vulva. She swallowed a lungful of air as the muscles of her vagina tightened around his digit.
“Damn it, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” Sven said with a half growl.
She fidgeted again.
He kept grinding his finger against the tight walls of her sex, slicking her cream until she was well lubricated. The pleasure climbed up higher and higher. Annalise clawed his shoulders.