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.
“Shit.” Gunnar’s voice resonates a pain that rivals my own. “Try to relax, Elle.”
Clinging to his shoulders, I do my best to breathe through the burn as he breaks through every barrier, inch by inch. Once he’s fully seated inside me, he stills, giving me time to adjust, his lips brushing a kiss to my temple.
“You good?” he asks.
“Oh yeah, never better,” I lie on a painful breath.
His chuckle is strained as he brings his forehead to rest on mine. “We’ll take this slow, okay?”
I nod, appreciating that, especially when it’s obvious he’s already struggling to hold back. He doesn’t need to say it. I can hear it in the rasp of his voice and feel it in the rigidness of his body.
As promised, he moves with careful precision, gently gliding back and forth, as if my entire body is made of fragile glass.
While the burning sensation ensues, so does an abundance of other emotions, and I make sure to revel in the entirety of this moment. How his gaze penetrates mine as he completes me, body and soul. How he keeps every stroke gentle and considerate, despite his own needs, something he has always done. It makes me eternally grateful to have him as my best friend and only further reaffirms what I should have known all along. That this moment was always meant to be shared with Gunnar. Just like every other defining moment of my life.
“You with me?” he asks, his gaze penetrating and jaw locked in restraint.
“I’m with you,” I whisper, lifting my hand to his face. “I’m always with you and I always will be.”
It’s something I’ve told him countless times before, that I’ll never leave him like his no-good parents did, that we will be best friends until the end of time. Yet, this time it hits differently. It’s reflected in the depths of his eyes, in the emotion stirring beneath the warmth.
I’m rewarded with another soul-touching kiss that has me falling even deeper into the moment with him. As my body adapts more to his, the initial sting recedes, giving me the courage to test the waters. With a cautious lift of my hips, I venture into uncharted territory, and it ignites an electrifying response from both of us.
Gunnar groans, his hot breath ragged and heavy with desire. “Feeling better?”
“Yes. You can go a little deeper.”
That permission earns me a deeper thrust of his hips. I moan and revel in the fullness of him, loving how the boundaries between our merging bodies blur.
Gunnar maintains that pace, the intensity of his restraint growing with every stroke. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, his skin coated in a sheen of exertion, adding to the raw, primal energy surrounding us.
My fingers dig into the corded muscles of his shoulders, getting lost in every groove as I try to keep pace. With every push and pull, we exchange a beautiful dance of desire that heightens with every breath.
It has another impending release building within me, sending my pulse racing in tandem with the frantic beat of my heart.
Gunnar senses the shift. “Give it to me, Elle,” he rasps. “I want to feel it all over my cock this time.”
The need in his command stokes my own like a flash fire. “Only if you come with me.”
