I slid over her body to kiss her again, but my fingers waited just outside her pussy, petting the damp folds without pushing between them.
Her breaths came in time with my light strokes, and her hips rose, seeking more. My lips kissed her fluttering pulse in her neck.
She gripped my face between her hands and looked up at me with wild eyes. “Please.”
Without looking away, I slipped my fingers into her wet center, swirling around her opening and then dragging them up to her swollen clit.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? I could slide into you right now, and you’d be ready to take me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her lower lip trembled, and her breathing stuttered as I rubbed the bud of her clit in little circles. Her legs tensed as she rocked into my hand, and as she grew tighter, I increased the pressure until she keened, her hands gripping my biceps as I unraveled her. “Oh, God. Axel.”
I felt her thighs lock around my hand, securing me against her slick flesh. Then I pressed, and she flew apart, coming with my name on her lips.
“Holy shit, you’re exquisite when you come.” My dick throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and I stroked her through her orgasm, revving her up for another one and then slipping my hand free before she got there.
“You have magic fingers.”
I licked those fingers clean, and she writhed, locking her legs around the back of my thighs until the head of my cock lined up at her entrance.
“Fuck, Langley,” I groaned. My hips slid back and thrust softly, sending my dick through her folds until the head nudged her clit.
She cried out and rolled her hips again so I was poised at her entrance. “Now, Axel.”
She was right. We were both to the point that nothing but joining our bodies would satisfy us. I pushed forward gently and hissed at the wet heat that caressed the tip of my cock.
“Condom,” I remembered, but she locked her ankles around me again, keeping me prisoner.
“I’m on the pill,” she promised with her eyes locked on mine.
My eyes flared. I’d never been bare with a woman. Never wanted to risk a pregnancy. Never trusted a woman to not try and trap me.
Not only did I trust Langley, I didn’t give a fuck if she was lying. The idea of a little girl with her black hair and my smile or a boy with my fire and her heart only made me want to fuck her faster.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Yes, I’ve never been skin-to-skin with any other man,” she told me with a soft smile and quick breaths. “Please, Axel.”
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I thrust slowly and immediately groaned. “Himmel.” The word tore from my throat as I pushed through her tight channel, her muscles gripping me in a velvet fist. I rolled my hips and moved again, taking her inch by inch, letting her adjust to my size with each movement and watching her for any sign of pain.
There was only want and desire in her eyes.
My jaw locked against the onslaught of pure pleasure as she finally took all of me. “Langley,” I groaned.
“What did you say?” she asked, her eyes wide as her pussy rippled around me.
“Langley?” I asked with a pained grin. If I didn’t start moving soon, my body was going to spontaneously combust.
“No, before,” she asked, swiveling her hips slightly as she stretched around my cock.
“Himmel?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
“Heaven,” I translated. “You’re a piece of heaven, min enda kärlek,” I whispered and withdrew almost to my tip with a roll of my hips.
“And that?” she questioned, her eyes already hazy.
I thrust inside her, taking her to my hilt, and she cried out, forgetting she’d even asked.
“You feel like hot, wet, silk,” I growled against her mouth as I started a slow rhythm that made her moan every time I took her deep.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” she ended on a whimpered moan, and I set about making her feel even better.
I kept our pace steady, concentrating on her pulse, her gasps, the fluttering of her muscles around me. Sweat beaded on my skin and hers as the bed started to creak with my thrusts.
“Harder,” she demanded.
I was only too damned happy to oblige.
Putting one hand on the headboard to protect her head, and wrapping my other arm around her shoulder to keep her in place, I did as she asked and took her harder, pounding into her with measured thrusts. Her cries filled my ears as nails raked my back. I hoped she dug in deep enough to leave marks—I was getting that shit tattooed so everyone knew exactly who this body belonged to.
Ecstasy filled every movement, sending that pleasure into a tight coil at the base of my spine. The urge to come was second only to my need to see her do the same again, to feel her clench around me this time.