The lace cups fall away, baring me to his stare.

Warm brown eyes fixate on my exposed breasts as he gets his first look at me.

A moment of vulnerability strikes, an emotion I don’t usually feel, especially around Gunnar.

I’m slight in stature, always have been, which means no part of me is well endowed, particularly that of my chest. As I lay here sprawled before him, I can’t help but wonder how I measure up. Thankfully, it’s not something I have to wonder about for long …

“You’re fucking perfect.” The sincerity radiating in the deep husk of his voice obliterates any and all insecurity I had.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I counter, trying to play it cool. “You should lose the rest of your clothes so we can compare other body parts.”

A chuckle escapes him before it softens into a grin. “Soon. First, we need to get you nice and ready for me.”

I’m about to tell him I’m more than ready, twenty-four years ready, but all words flee me on a rush when he cups my sensitive breasts in both of his hands.

“Oh.” A sharp breath impales my lungs at the feel of his touch on my bare skin, but it pales in comparison when he drops down and takes a beaded nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

My back arches off the mattress as a cry of pleasure races past my lips.

“So responsive,” he croons. “And so goddamn pretty.”

He tortures each one of my nipples, giving an equal amount of attention to both. His tongue lashes, lips suck, and teeth graze in a way that turns me into a writhing mess.

My hips lift, seeking friction for the throbbing between my legs, but it’s still not enough. “Please,” I whimper.

Groaning, he takes mercy on me and travels his mouth lower, raining hot kisses down my stomach until reaching the waistband of my jeans.

Heat builds in my belly as he attempts the first button in a long line of them, but it proves to be a struggle.

I curse myself for the attire I chose, knowing these jeans can be a bitch to get undone, even for me.

“Jesus, what kind of sorcery is this?” he snaps.

“Here, let me do it.” Pushing his hands away, I pick up where he left off and manage to get the first one undone in quick fashion, but my hurried attempt at the second proves futile. “What the hell?” I growl, my fingers practically splitting open as I work up a sweat.

Giving up, I try to shimmy them past the top of my thighs.

Gunnar pulls on my pant legs to help, but the extra slim waist is no match for the thigh bulge. “Fuck it!” Grabbing either side of the top button, he pulls with all his strength, sending the rest of them flying through the room.

I barely have time to register the incredibly hot act before he has my jeans off and pulls me to the end of the bed.

He drops to his knees before me, his gaze fixated on the pink lace as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. “Lift up.” His order is raw with desire.

I follow the command, allowing him to pull the thin material down my legs.

A guttural sound rumbles from his chest as he takes in the most intimate part of me. “Fuck, Elle. Look at you. All smooth and bare.” His hand snakes between my legs, fingers parting me further for his viewing pleasure.

I gasp and shiver at the cool air, the temperature a startling contrast to the raging heat.

“Easy,” he coaxes gently, his voice soothing the myriad of emotions tearing through me. “Be still and I promise to make it good.”

I have no time to dissect that statement before he lowers his mouth to my aching flesh.

“Oh, god!” My cry decimates the silence as Gunnar devours me like a starving animal, his tongue inflicting the most exquisite torture. Each tantalizing lick dances across my senses, transporting me to highs I never thought possible.

When I think I can’t possibly withstand another second, he inserts a single finger inside of me.

My hips jerk off the mattress, the snug invasion almost too much to bear.

Gunnar bands an arm over my hips, fastening me in place, and uses his wicked tongue to conceal the tightness of his finger, leaving only pleasure in its wake.

I immerse myself in it, allowing it to consume my very being. It’s liberating and freeing all at once and has my body responding on its own accord.

My fingers entwine in the tousled strands of his hair, tugging and pulling with each fiery caress of his tongue and force of his finger.

“That’s it, Elle. Fuck my face.” Gunnar’s groan of approval vibrates against me, heightening the sensations. It’s not long before I begin to reach the point of no return. It builds inside of me to a high degree yet remains just out of reach.

“Gunnar, please,” I beg, having no shame at this point.

Growling, he gives me what I want. His tongue focuses on my clit, working harder and faster until there is no stopping the beautiful destruction. It sweeps through me like a catastrophic hurricane, submerging me in a sea of never-ending pleasure. My cries echo through the room, threatening to drown us both.

Gunnar is relentless through it all, dragging out every beautiful sensation until there is nothing left.

My lungs fight for air as I search for some semblance of normalcy. I barely register Gunnar losing the rest of his clothes before he moves over me, and it’s the powerful collision of our naked bodies that has me crashing back to reality.

Our sharp breaths collide on impact, the sensation taking us both by storm. My arms come around him at the same time he buries his face into my neck. For long seconds we do nothing but revel in the feel of our hearts beating as one. It’s the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had with another human being, and it’s now my favorite one between Gunnar and me.

After a kiss to my shoulder, he lifts his face, his intense gaze penetrating every beat of my heart. “You ready for this?” his question is loaded with so much more than what’s about to take place between us.

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in my answer. “What about you?” I ask, turning the question on him. “It might only take once, and if that happens, there is no coming back from it.”

I hate to put it like that, but the thought of him later regretting this absolutely devastates me.

“I think we’re already past the point of no return, Elle,” he says, his gaze steadfast. “At least it is for me. There is no way I will ever be able to look at you again and not feel what I do right now.”

That revelation blankets my soul in an undeniable warmth. “And what is it you feel right now?” I ask, unable to help myself.

A heart-stopping smirk steals his expression, hinting at a secret. Instead of revealing it, he evades the question and distracts me with a kiss. I decide it isn’t something that needs to be revealed right now because this kiss says so much more than words ever could.

As we become lost in one another, Gunnar shifts his weight to one forearm and reaches between us, preparing himself by rubbing the smooth hard flesh of his cock through my wet heat.

I whimper as he passes over the already sensitive bundle of nerves and feel a renewed desire.

“Jesus, you’re wet,” he groans. “Good thing, because you’re going to need it.”

It’s a statement I don’t quite understand until he pushes the tip of himself inside of me.

A sharp breath penetrates my lungs, the tight invasion even more intense than I anticipated. Every part of my body clamps around his.