Page 55 of Rune
The sound that escaped me was half choked, half moaning as my walls tightened around his fingers and my hips rocked restlessly, begging for more.
Rune’s thumb moved upward, sliding across my clit as his fingers fucked me. Slowly at first. Then harder and faster as my soft whimpers grew into desperate moans.
My pulse was wild, unruly.
Heat flooded every inch of me.
My clothes felt too tight, too scratchy against my sensitive skin.
“Rune,” I whimpered.
I didn’t know what I was asking for: more, him, for the pace to stay exactly the same.
I was feral with the need for release. No thoughts seemed capable of forming, let alone sticking.
“I’m right here,” he murmured, as my hips rocked against him, feeling the hard line of his desire pressing against my butt. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”
And because somehow, somewhere along the way, I did learn to trust him, I did exactly what he said.
I let go.
My body tightened violently as the orgasm spread through me, stealing my breath and my voice as the pleasure overtook me over and over.
The orgasm had barely subsided before I was wrenching away, turning in his arms, grabbing the sides of his face, and pulling him close enough for my lips to seal to his.
There was a second of stunned stillness.
But then his arm was around my lower back, crushing me to him as he took control, lips slanting over mine again and again, stoking the desire he’d just extinguished.
The hard press of him against my belly had my stomach coiling tighter.
I pulled away, my lips on his neck as I reached down and palmed him through his underwear.
A shiver racked his system as a deep groan escaped him at the touch. Emboldened by his reaction, my hand glided up then slipped under the waistband, freeing his hard length, then closing my hand around him.
His breath stuttered and I watched as his eyes went hazy and heavy-lidded as I stroked him. It wasn’t long until his need took over, making him rock into my hand.
Head angled toward me, I lowered down in front of him. The desire turned his eyes molten as I leaned in and sucked him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his hand grabbed the back of my neck.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I worked him slowly at first, then faster and deeper as his breath went shallow, his hand crushing the back of my neck, his hips rocking himself deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fucking my mouth harder, deeper.
My hands went back, sinking into his ass as his body tensed, his breath catching, then his body jerking as he came down my throat.
He was still in my mouth when there was a knock at the door.
“Open up,” Sofia called.
We both jerked away—Rune yanking his underwear back into place, then quickly fetching a shirt as I got to my feet.
“Coming,” I called, flattening my hair and swiping under my eyes to catch the couple of tears that escaped from how deep I’d taken him. “You okay?” I asked, yanking the door open.
“Yeah. You didn’t need to leave,” Sofia said as she came into the room. “Hey, Rune.” She shot him a big smile.
