Sven Filthy Modern Vikings
Watching her, she looks so peaceful sleeping in the bed and snuggled on the pillow I was occupying. She is so damn beautiful. Her full thick brunette hair is cascading around and framing her cherub face. I need for her beautiful green eyes to open and grace me with the icy glare I know I will receive.
The fact that she has been sleeping for most of the trip has me concerned. In my haste to get her alone, I didn’t make sure if she was actually able to make the journey. Damn. Hopefully that little slip will not cause me any more problems than I feel I already have. I need to make sure she is ok. Leaning down I kiss her lips softly, while not wanting to wake her if she needs the sleep.
“Sven.” She sighs my name. It is as if she knows I am near. I love that she can sense it’s me even while she is sleeping.
Brushing her hair lightly back from her face with my fingers, the slight contact has the feel of her being a bit warm. Shit. Going towards the cockpit I pull my phone out to call my friend, Baron Rhodes. He and his brothers own a security company that specializes in IT and identification. About three years ago, they helped my Uncle Hagen with an overseas IT issue involving an attaché and his family.
“Sven. As I live and breathe. How the hell are ya?”
“I’m good Baron. How’s life?”
“It would be better if women weren’t so fucking hardheaded.”
“Amen to that brother. And on that note, that is why I’m calling. I sort of kidnapped my woman and brought her to Fiji. Unfortunately, now, I think she may be sick. Is your retired doctor friend still there?”
“Coleman. Yes. He is. Where should I send him?”
“To the Calypso side.”
“What’s your eta?”
“Say in an hour. I want to give her a chance to get situated.”
“Done. Have fun.”
“Thanks man. I owe you.”
With that phone call out of the way, I sit and wait for our plane to land. My mind is awhirl with any and all thoughts of just about everything. I want and need her to want us as much as I do. And fuck knows how much I want us. The exasperating woman is the very air I breath and she refuses to believe it.
I am immersed inside my own head and don’t realize when we have landed, until the host comes to let me know. Deciding to let Cymion continue to sleep, I need to make sure our accommodations are in order before I wake her. Fortunately for us, the Viscount has a helipad to the left of his bungalow making it so we can go from the jet to the beach.
The first thing I notice when I get off the plane is the cabanas and the bluest fucking water on the opposite side of them. After checking to make sure the fridges are stocked, I go out to go wake Cymion only to find she is already off the plane.
I stand back and watch her. I do this often. Standing in the shadows and taking in everything about her. Her cute little button nose with those plump juicy lip, that would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. Especially when they are wrapped around my cock and gagging for me. Shit, Sven. Get a grip. I think to myself as I am making an adjustment with my cock.
“How long have you been standing there?” She startles me out of my thoughts.
“Long enough for my cock to get hard picturing the fun we are going to have here.” Even now, after all we have done, she still blushes when I say dirty things to her.
“And just how long do you plan on us staying?”
“As long as it fucking takes for you to get used to your new life. For you to stop fucking running every time I make things real. As long as it fucking takes, Cymion. But right now, I want you to get refreshed and then get comfortable. I have the doctor coming to check you out.”
“WHAT?? Why would you do that? I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor.” See, it’s shit like that. Her overreaction to a simple visit from the doctor that lets me know something is wrong. She is keeping something from me. Motherfucking secrets are the enemy.
“What’s the big deal? It’s a simple check, precious. I’m worried about you. You slept the entire flight except for the bathroom break. That is not like you.” I pull her close to me, needing to feel her body heat and have her in my arms.
Never mind the fact that my dick is volunteering as tribute to have its first fuck in the sand, but for now I need to know she is ok. In a swift change of demeanor, she wraps herself around me and nothing is better than her being in my arms.