Across the Music (Across the Ocean Book 2) (30 page)

She starts twitching, and makes herself heard

Of course you know, she gets what she deserve.

I lay down in bed, she gets to the job at hand

I dont stand up, until she commands me to stand

She is in complete control, she knows what to do

Nowhere in the world I’d rather be, than here

Yes the girl knows how to do it, beyond any measure

It is a true priviledge, to know this kind of pleasure

This moment is good, that cannot be debated

Is this not why this whole game was created?

PS. This is just a rough translation. Maybe some of it doesn't make any sense. You inspire me, and turn me on in the best way.

I laugh out loud at the disclaimer at the end, and look up at him, aroused and amused. Looking at him as he gazes down at me in return carries my humor over into something deeper, and more important. He has been so honest with me from the start that he doesn't always 'get' the things I've been through; cannot understand the depths of pain I've experienced, but I don't think I've ever seen somebody try so hard to do just that. To be here for me, and to hold my hand as he has. My heart overflows with something I'm not too familiar with when I look at him. I want and need him around, and I'm so grateful that he's here with me. He wrote me a sexy song, turned me  on with his words that I didn't even understand. I'm crazy for this guy.

Once we are back in the flat, we take our shoes and jacket off and stand in the middle of the hallway, staring at each other, overcome with emotion. I need him, and I want him. His words about wanting to be more than my friend, well he's proven all of that to me. I want to be more than his friend too, and I also need him now to help me forget this anguish that is dwelling within me. I take a step closer to him, lifting one hand to rest it against where his heart is beating against his chest. He glances down at my hand, then looks back into my eyes again, curiously.

Remembering how him and Loki were with me at the summerhouse when I woke up from my nightmare, and how I felt during and after; secure, satisfied, wanted. Gunnar is a rare type of man, one that cares and gives. He seems to want to be
the
person for me. He can be for me all that I need, and I can only hope to offer him a fraction of that back.

I lift up onto my toes, and press my lips firmly to his, surprising both of us. His arms instantly come around me, careful of my ribs. His hands slide up and down my back over and over, as though he can't get enough of the feel of me. Our lips slowly move over each other's, learning about each other in this extremely intimate moment. My blood begins to pump in my veins, eager for his hands upon my naked skin. My clit is throbbing in time with my blood, and my own hands slide under his simple black shirt to wander over the warm skin of his stomach and lower back.

A low sound comes from his throat, and he moves suddenly; lifting me in his arms and carrying me into the living room without jostling my ribs too much. He sets me down next to the lounge piece of the sofa, and looks down at me with heat blazing in his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asks softly, unsure of what he's allowed to do here.

"You." I say simply. I realize that this moment will change the course of our relationship, and the friendship idea will go down the drain. This doesn't upset me, but excites me further. If Gunnar was mine, I would be safe, but most of all; I'd be happy. Gunnar makes me very happy, and he makes me
feel
something.

"I'm yours." He grabs the sides of my face with his hands, cupping gently as he leans down to lay another kiss on me. My head is quickly spinning as he begins to nip and nibble on my mouth; sliding his tongue between my lips to lick at my tongue. The kiss grows deeper and deeper, until I can no longer tell where one of us begins, and the other ends. His fingers thread through my hair in the ponytail, then carefully pulls the tie out to let my locks fall free and loose down my back.

His lips leave a blazing hot trail down my cheek, chin, and then down my neck. His fingers leave my hair to pull his shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor carelessly. His hands are quickly on my body again, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs as his lips run across my collar bones, the valley between my breasts. I close my eyes and let myself be swept away in the sensations.

My own fingers run through his thick dark hair, holding him to me, almost afraid that he'll disappear. I've never had anything in my life as good as Gunnar is for and to me. Surely there will be a price to pay later down the line, but right now I just want him for my own. He pauses for a moment; long enough for me to realize he's stopped and to open my eyes. He's looking at the new tattoo Loki gave me yesterday; one that I had forgotten about entirely in the chaos of last night.

"When did you do this?" His voice is husky with desire, but soft and curious. I look down at the space under my bra, seeing the black lines of the treble cleft meeting the heart.

"Early yesterday, Loki did it for me." He looks at it for a moment more before bending down to kiss it softly. My heart flutters in response to how gentle he is with me.

"It suits you." He kisses it softly one more time before his hands lift to unhook my bra behind my back. The quivers of desire are rippling through my body and causing liquid heat to burn between my legs. My bra falls down my arms, and I allow it to fall the remaining distance to the floor before wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on tip toe to lick and nibble on his earlobe; trailing my tongue around the delicate upper curve before allowing my teeth to sink into the bottom. His breath sucks in, and I can feel his cock pressing firmly against the fly of his jeans.

I pull back for a second, grasping at the button and zipper of his pants and eagerly undoing them. He's been so kind and generous to me, I want to spice it up and give more to him. Sliding his loose pants and boxers down his legs, he helps to kick them off his feet. His glorious cock is hard and eagerly waiting for me, bobbing slightly when it notices my attention on it. I slide my own panties off, and pull his shirt up and over his head and throw it carelessly somewhere onto the floor. We are both naked; exactly where I want and need us to be. I glance around me for a way to do what I have planned, and the lounge tongue of the couch is long enough for Gunnar to lie back on. I look to him and give him a small smirk, motioning with my head towards that part of the couch.

"Lay down, mate. We're going to have some fun." His eyebrows pop up curiously, but he only smiles and does my bidding. Once he is lounging on the couch, he folds his arms under his head and looks at me expectantly.

"What should I do now, Mistress?" There's a humorous tone to his voice, but the dart of lust that heads straight to my pussy tells me that I like being called his Mistress a little too much. I give him a wink before climbing up to sit on his lower stomach, his cock pressed against the seam of my ass. His hands immediately come out from under his head, and he places them at the junction of my thighs; his thumbs grazing the lips of my pussy lightly, teasingly.

I allow his fingers to move softly over me for a long moment before I turn around and away from him; on all fours above him with my head over his cock, and my pussy above his own face. His arms immediately lift to wrap around my hips, pulling my pussy down to his eagerly waiting lips. He obviously needs no direction, as his tongue slides between the lips of my pussy to find my swollen clit. I haven't even had a chance to slide my lips over his cock before I'm twitching and moaning in response to his attention. If I ever had a doubt as to whether this incredible man wanted me, it would vanish due to the way he eats my pussy; like a starved man eating his favorite meal. My hips can't help but ride his face, and I turn to his cock to return the favor.

I slide my lips over the head, holding myself up with my arms on either side of his thighs, as I take as much of him into my mouth as possible, keeping my lips tightly pressed around him. His hips buck up towards me, and I can hear a growl come from his throat behind me. Pulling back, I move my head in small, slow circles around his cock, allowing the sides of my mouth, lips and tongue to glide around the sensitive tip of his cock. Lifting one arm from the couch, I hold myself precariously so as to not hurt my ribs, and wrap my fingers firmly around the base of his shaft, pulling tightly up and down in tandem to my mouth.

I'm having some difficulty concentrating on the task at hand, due to Gunnar driving me crazy with pleasure from his own mouth. His tongue has begun to flick around in crazy circles around my clit, and I feel a thumb at the entrance of my pussy, pressing slowly yet firmly in and out. There are no other sounds in the room except our breathing, moans and wet sounds of our mouths fucking each other.

My orgasm is a short distance away, as I can feel the coiling in my lower belly; signifying a large explosion of pleasure is on its way. I continue to suck on his cock like it's the last thing I'll ever do, when I feel another of his fingers press carefully into my ass and begin moving in tempo with the finger in my pussy. I haven't had too much anal play in my sexual experiences, and I'm unprepared for the pleasure that overtakes me, causing my legs to tremble and quake weakly and for my efforts on his cock to waver.

He begins to suck on my swollen and sensitive clit with his tongue flicking against it while his fingers work their magic within me, and I'm thrown completely off guard when my orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami tidal wave. My body spasms violently, and I have to pull away from blowing Gunnar in order to not accidentally use my teeth.

Stars shoot passed my vision as I'm launched into the stratosphere and left to free fall back to Earth, holding on to Gunnar for dear life. I'm still convulsing, moaning and wallowing in the pleasure when Gunnar flips me over and moves quickly out from under me, moving into the hall and to who knows where. In the span of thirty seconds, he rushes back again with a condom packet in his fingers; teeth ripping it open as he deftly slides it onto his rock hard cock.

"
Komdu, ástin mín
," he murmurs soothingly to me as he helps to lift my limp limbs to where I am resting my stomach over the plush arm of the couch on my knees. I'm pleased that at this point, I can't even feel my ribs. "Just relax and let me take care of you." Climbing onto the couch behind me, he guides his cock between my legs and pushes smoothly inside of me in one movement. We both moan with the pleasure, even though my pussy is still clenching with the orgasm I just had. I'm sensitive, but he feels so good inside of me; filling me as though he is the one who was made to do so.

His hands grip my hips, and he begins to pump in and out of me, while I rest my head on my arms on the overhang of the arm rest. I am so sated and tired, and even with as good as he feels inside of me, I know I won't orgasm again. This is for him, and also for me I suppose. The intimacy we are sharing in this is like nothing I've had with anybody before. There is something unspoken between us, and understanding that there is something within us that needs the other.

It doesn't take Gunnar long before he presses hard against me, digs his fingers into my hips, and groans loudly and deeply in his throat. I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me with his release, his hips moving and jerking against me as he spends himself inside of me. I'm grateful he ran to get a condom, because I hadn't even thought about it.
Always a gentleman
.

Damn, I love this woman. I love her. I love everything about her. Maybe I'm talking silly because I just had an incredible orgasm, and the dopamine is running high in my veins, but there has never been another woman who has made me
feel
so much. I pull out of her carefully, and looking down at her; realize that she's fallen asleep. She's probably absolutely exhausted, and I don't blame her one bit.

I carefully move her body into my arms, trying not to disturb her too much in the efforts, and carry her naked body to her room to lie her down on her bed. She's limp as a cooked noodle as I cover her with the duvet and tuck her in. Her breathing is deep and even, with a soft snore every so often. She's adorable, perfect, and mine. She gave herself to me today, and now things will be different.

Now it's my job to protect her and keep her safe, from whatever needs to be kept at bay. Right now, it might be Loki. I head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and to take a quick shower, figuring out my plan on how to handle this whole ordeal.

I've left Sophie to sleep, she seems to be completely knocked out and exhausted. I made a trip to the hospital without her, knowing I needed some time with Loki alone. I hope he's awake, and that I can get the clues I need to piece together what really happened. I'm highly doubtful that this has anything to do with Sophie, and all to do with Loki's bad habits and choices. I need to know for sure so that I can help ease Sophie's guilt and help her realize that this isn't her fault, and that she shouldn't harbor it within herself and let it eat away at her like I know her brother's death has.

I finish parking and walk quickly into the hospital, heading for the room that Loki is in. We were here only a few short hours ago, but visiting hours are still open for two more hours. I open the door to Loki's room and step inside, closing the door quietly behind me. Loki really does look like a complete wreck, and it pains me to see my friend like this. It frustrates me that he has gotten himself into another mess like this. Part of me wants to punch him myself, to knock some sense into him.