“Are you going to join me?” she asks with a curl of her index finger. “Take off your clothes, Berk, or I will.”
I glance down at my suit and shirt. My gaze falls beyond that to my freshly polished shoes.
I start to reach for my tie, but Astrid moves.
She crawls across the bed, slides off it and onto her knees in one fluid movement.
The sight of her in front of me sends all the blood in my body rushing to my dick.
I’m suddenly harder than I was two minutes ago, which seems impossible, yet I’m aching. I’m craving her touch.
Her hands move swiftly as she unbuckles my belt, then the button on my pants and when the sound of my zipper being yanked down pierces the silence in the room, I hiss.
“Astrid,” I bite her name out through clenched teeth. “I want to taste you.”
Her green eyes linger on my open pants before she trails her gaze up my body until she’s looking at my face. “Me first.”
The part of me that wants to feed her my cock battles with my desire to lick her until she screams.
All I can manage to do is nod.
“Thank you,” she says as if I’m doing her a favor.
Fuck.
I tangle my fingers in her hair when I feel the first touch of her hand on my cock, and when she frees it from the confines of my boxer briefs, I groan as she kisses the crown before gliding her tongue over the length.
“So good,” she whispers as she steals a glance at my face.
“So good,” I breathe out in a growl.
My eyes roll back as I fuck her mouth with slow, steady thrusts driven by her moans, and the intense feeling of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Astrid
I rub a fingertip over my swollen lips.
I don’t need to say a word. Instead, I look at Berk as he watches my every move.
“Fuck, Astrid,” he rasps. “I can’t believe I’m still standing.”
I can’t believe it either.
He came with such force that I struggled to swallow all of it. But I did as he uttered words of praise.
He told me how good it felt. How incredibly hard he was going to come, and then he did.
“You liked that,” I state with a small smile. “I liked it more.”
“There’s no chance in hell you liked that more than me,” he argues through a chuckle. “That was incredible. It was the best…”
I search his face as his voice trails.
I don’t need him to tell me that I blew him better than any woman has before. I felt that in the way he stroked the back of my neck as he shot his thick cum down my throat.
I saw it in the gratitude swimming in his eyes as he looked down at me.
His hand jumps up to scrub against his forehead. “I need to find my bearings.”
I smile inwardly because I’m responsible for that.
I’m responsible for this put-together, sophisticated businessman losing himself.
I felt him let go, and it wasn’t all about the release.
He allowed himself to feel. I see it in his eyes now as he searches my face for something.
I drop my ass on the bed and cross my legs as he stands in front of me with his semi-hard cock jutting out from the opening in his pants.
“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters as he tucks himself back into his boxer briefs.
I let out a small laugh.
His gaze darts to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I want to return the compliment, but I own his instead. I push my hair back over my shoulders to be sure that he’s getting a perfect view of my tits.
That’s enough to drive him to his knees.
His hands land on my thighs.
“Apart,” he bites the word out through clenched teeth as though he’s trying desperately to hold onto his last shred of self-control.
I give him what he asks and part my legs slightly.
His gaze falls to my core. “More.”
I slide my legs further apart. “Like that?”
“Like that,” he whispers as his head drops and his lips touch my inner thigh.
I fall until my back hits the bed. A million thoughts crowd my mind as he burns a trail of kisses toward my pussy.
I fist the blanket when he draws his tongue slowly over my seam. He circles my clit with his tongue, sending a string of quiet noises mixed with a spattering of “ohs,” falling from my lips.
I close my eyes against the weight of my desire and give in to the feeling of his tongue, his lips, and the sharp nip of his teeth as he claims me.
“There are condoms in the bedside table,” I whisper as I watch him shed his clothing.
Taking my eyes off of him isn’t an option.
Each inch of skin that he exposes is more impressive than the last.