Bright Midnight

Anders pushes me against the wall and places hot, fevered kisses down my neck as he brushes the hair off my shoulder, then his head dips to my breasts, where he gently cups and cradles them, before his fingers curl along the neckline of my shirt, pulling it down until my breast is popping free out of my bra. His tongue swirls around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, making it pebble-hard, my nerves electric.

I moan loudly, my eyes closed, head back against the wall as his wide palms roam over my breasts, down my waist, between my legs. I step back, trying to help him get my jeans and underwear off, and I only have one leg freed before he’s pushing me back again, rougher this time, grunting in my ear.

My god, he’s intense.

Especially when I catch sight of his eyes, the way they burn into me, letting me know exactly how much he wants me, desires me, needs me.

He reaches down between my legs and I immediately let him in, the slow tease and push of his fingers where I’m already wet and waiting impatiently for him, while he pulls my nipple into his hot mouth, pinching the hardened tip between his teeth.

Another greedy noise escapes my mouth as it sends shockwaves down my spine, making me feel like I’m molten hot, my body running wild now with building desire.

“I’ve been dreaming of this all day,” he says hoarsely, the lust dripping in his voice as he kisses my mouth.

“Is that so?” I manage to say against his lips. “I recall something similar this morning.”

“Not enough for me,” he grunts.

“Good,” I tell him flirtatiously, placing my hand against his chest. “Then you won’t mind if I return the favor.”

I reach down and place my palm against the crotch of his jeans, feeling the hard mass of his erection before I unzip them. I reach in and grab his cock, making a fist, and kiss him madly as I pull him free, pumping my hand up and down his shaft, feeling his hard heat sink into my palm.

He groans, biting his full lip, eyes pinched shut from the sensation. I can’t help but grin, loving the way pleasure looks on his face, particularly when I’m giving it to him.

Then I sink down to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, carefully, wanting to take my time in teasing him, letting him know what I can do for him, how badly I love the feel of him between my lips.

His hands go to either side of my head and they grip me hard, holding me in place as I fist the base of his dick and start pumping him into my mouth, faster now. It’s messy and wet and my teeth occasionally raze along the rigid, veiny length, something I think he enjoys judging by the way he gasps and how hard he’s holding my head in place, like he wants to fuck my mouth into oblivion.

“God I want you to suck me dry,” he says, voice gruff, and a thrill runs through me as he seems to get even harder in my mouth. “Shoot my load straight down the back of your throat.”

Hello, my dirty talker.

I almost stop to tell him that it can easily be arranged, that I’ll swallow him whole, lick him all up, every last drop, but then he suddenly moans and stops fucking my lips.

“Wait,” Anders says breathlessly. “I need to come inside you.”

I pull my lips away from his dick, his skin velvet soft and hot, and get to my feet, shooting him a coy smile. As much as I wanted to finish him off, I’m not complaining about this going in a different direction.

Before I can say anything though, he’s kissing me fiercely, enough so that it steals the air from my lungs, makes my toes curl against the floor, and then he’s whirling me around until my arms are up high, palms pressed flat against the windowpane, my breasts pressed against it.

It is the middle of the day and my breasts are on full display here, spilling out of my bra.

Luckily, there’s no one out in the small bay right now, and the only ones who can see us are the seagulls.

I’ll have to let Anders know if that changes.

But he’s already moving on. With a caveman-like grunt, he roughly parts my legs by sliding his hand between my ass and the back of my thighs. Then he grips my waist as he adjusts the swollen tip of his wet cock against me.

He wastes no time before pushes himself inside me, deep and hard as hell.

FUCK.

I gasp loudly from the feel of him, the tight squeeze that makes me feel short of oxygen. He’s whispering Norwegian sweet nothings in my ear, and I eventually relax as he slowly eases in and out, and my body starts to expand around him, wanting more.