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“Lord…”
Gunnar’s strong hands slid up her back, then down to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her body trembled from his touch, and when he added pressure, she moaned.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
He chuckled lightly. “Giving you a massage. I don’t think I’m doing it wrong…”
He wasn’t, and Tyler decided to loosen up and enjoy his ministrations. This was ten times better than the brief experience she’d had of a Gunnar massage in her barbershop that one time, and the fact both were nude only enhanced the experience. He was hard, his length brushing against the outside of her thighs and backside as he moved his hands up her back, and she felt her body turn to jelly with relaxation and arousal.
“How many women have gotten the Gunnar special?” Tyler asked drowsily.
He laughed, working on her shoulders now. “‘The Gunnar special’, huh?”
“Hmm,” she intoned incoherently. She was starting to fall asleep, and the last thing she wanted was him hearing her snore!
“I gave my sister some,” he admitted.
Tyler laughed. “Did you?”
“I needed to practice! And Inge is notorious and brutal with her honesty. She started coming to me whenever she needed one; gave me ten dollars for an hour.”
“How much is this costing me?”
His lips kissed the nape of her neck. “How much is it worth?”
Tyler sighed and stretched, feeling his lips move down the column of her spinal cord. His hands slid along her sides before moving beneath her and cupping her breasts. She felt him slip between her legs as he moved back up her body, and she opened her legs wider instinctively.
“It’s worth this much?” Gunnar asked with an amused tone.
“Don’t tease me,” Tyler begged.
He moved his hand between her legs and played with her, dancing along the puffy, moist nether lips. Tyler undulated her hips in time with his caresses, and she vaguely heard a drawer opening and closing. She was so close to her climax she completely missed the sound of a foil package being torn open, and just as she was about to fall over the edge, he entered her smoothly.
“Fuck.”
“Love,” Gunnar corrected, draping his body completely over hers and kissing her cheek.
Her body shook through her climax and his thrusts, his moans accelerating her arousal again. Her hands stretched over her head and he linked their fingers together, his hips pumping against her behind and his shaft stretching her woman’s channel so wonderfully. Gunnar buried his head in the crook or her neck and made slow love to her, whispering in Norwegian, his breath hot and tantalizing against her skin.
“Baby,” Tyler whined.
“Kjære,” Gunnar whispered, kissing her clavicle.
“Oh…”
He pulled back and slipped out of her, causing her to mew in protest, but he turned her so she rested on her back. His eyes locked with hers, he re-entered her body, both of them moaning low at the reunion.
“I love how you feel surrounding me,” Gunnar said lowly.
“I love you inside me,” Tyler admitted, unable to do nothing but be truthful as he looked at her so intensely, thrust into her so deeply.
Chest met chest as Gunnar framed her face in his hands, dropping kiss after gentle kiss along the planes of her face. Tyler held him close, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping him in a vice. Soon, Gunnar began twisting his hips, not withdrawing at all, and Tyler’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“You love this,” Gunnar panted, nipping her bottom lip.
“Yes…”
“You love this,” he repeated, thrusting harder than he had in a while.
“Yes!”
“I love this,” he said, slowing back down and rocking his hips. He kissed her forehead. “I love everything about this, Tyler.”
“Gunnar…”
He kissed her, his mouth and eyes open as he mated his tongue with hers. Tyler caressed the angles of his face, the muscles in his arms, neck, and shoulders, and sighed when he pressed his lips over the space where her heart beat.
Suddenly he flipped them over again, this time with him on his back and her on top, and he gave her a wicked smile.
“Ride me.”
Tyler nearly came from his command, her arms nearly too weak to support herself. She braced them on his sweat-slicked chest and closed her eyes, lifting her body off his length slowly before sinking back down even slower.
“Damn.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, and repeated the motion a little faster.
She soon found a slow and steady rhythm, her eyes still closed as she tried to focus to prolong the pleasure. She felt his eyes on her, then his hands as they cupped her breasts. She squeezed his member with her internal muscles when his thumbs thrummed her nipples, followed by his tongue and mouth.
“I’m so close, kjære.”
“Come for me, baby,” Tyler murmured.
“God, Tyler.”
“I want you to come,” she repeated, kissing the tip of his nose. “Come with me, honey.”
“Tyler…”
“Feel me squeeze you,” Tyler said against his cheek before nipping at it.
His hips were furious now, and her breath came in and out in spurts. As before, Gunnar linked their fingers together and kissed the back of her hands before letting out a guttural yell with one final, hard thrust. Tyler’s release came a second after his, and her body collapsed atop his, relishing in another mind-numbing climax.
Gunnar cuddled her close, his mouth skimming her hairline. Tyler drifted her fingers along his collarbone and sternum, her eyes stinging as she was painfully close to tears again. She’d never felt so connected with someone in all her life, and that scared her. What did a person do after experiencing such intense emotions?
“Sleepy,” Gunnar mumbled, bringing her closer.
She nodded, grazing her nose against the pulse point in his neck. Sleep. That actually sounded like an excellent idea.
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