Denying Bjorn (8 page)

“I should be doing this to you,” she admitted as she rolled her head forward and from side to side.

“Yes, oooh, that feels so good, Bjorn.” She groaned louder as his thumbs dug in between her shoulder blades in a rhythmic fashion.

“You’ve got little knots in your muscles,” he told her as he continued working them out.

Lydia sucked in a breath. “Yeah, I know. Ow, a little too hard, baby.” She groaned in pleasure as he adjusted the pressure. “Ahh, that feels so good, yes, right there.” She leaned against him. “You really know how to spoil a girl.”

“You deserve it,” he breathed as his hands slid over her collarbone. “Are you hungry yet, doll?”

“No. You?”

“I’m good for another few hours. We had a late lunch and nibbled on those honey-roasted peanuts when we came here,” he told her. “How’s Chinese?”

“Yes, I haven’t had Chinese food in a while. Beef and broccoli or kung pao chicken sounds like a plan.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready to eat.”

“I will.” Lydia smiled as Bjorn’s hands traveled from her collarbone to her breasts. “Oh, Bjorn.” She moaned. “Baby.” She pressed her lips together tightly and bit her lip in ecstasy.

“Do you like that?” His voice was a whisper as he lightly pinched her diamond-hard nipples through her bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the fabric of her blouse.

“You know I do.” Lydia placed her hands over his and pressed her ass against him. “Mmmm.”

She hummed as his lips caressed the other side of her neck and he locked his arms around her in a firm embrace. Gently, he nipped at her flesh before laving the area with his tongue. One of his hands crept up, grasping her chin in a firm embrace, turning her head toward the living room so that her neck was exposed. He began to kiss her there again, making her moan. The erotic tickling sensation made her wet with desire, and that sensation intensified as his other hand fondled her breast.

“Bjorn.” She wiggled and gyrated against him as he rolled his hips forward. Her breathing labored as a moan slipped past her lips. She wanted him now. “Please don’t tease me.”

“I have no intentions of doing such thing,” he whispered and continued nibbling her flesh. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he insisted through shallow breaths. “We both are.”

Lydia squirmed again, but he pinned her hips in place. “Yes, we are.”

“Shower with me.” His voice was a low and husky. “Once we’ve finished, I want to lick the beads of water from your skin.” Slowly, he began to pull the chemise blouse over her head. Lydia held her arms up as he freed her from it.

She licked her lips as he undid the button and zipper to her black jeans. Gently, he patted her on the ass, motioning for her to lift up. She did, and wriggled out of them effortlessly. With a grunt, she tossed them to the plush dark brown carpet and turned to face him.

Greedily, his mouth slanted over hers, his teeth grazing over her top lip, tugging ever so lightly before nipping her lightly. Lydia moaned in response as Bjorn cupped her ass and pulled her hard against his erection. She cried out as his fingers wove their way into her silk panties. Lydia arched her back and ovaled her lips as she slid into his touch.

He groaned his frustration at the silken panties. “These . . . are in the way,” he grunted as he rested a finger on her clit. Roughly, he tugged at the fabric as his breathing increased. Bunching the panties up, he gently tugged them between her wet folds.

“Unhh, Bjorn!” Every nerve ending was awakened as pleasure assaulted her senses. She found difficulty catching her breath, and her stomach quivered as she began to pant.

In a long, sensuous slide, his hands found her breasts. For a few moments, he lavished attention on them. “This must go too.” He unsnapped her blue lace bra and flung it to the floor. Immediately, he caressed her full breasts once more before tweaking the nipples. “Mmm, so ready for me to suck on them,” he teased.

Lydia swallowed in anticipation and gyrated in complete submission because she wanted him to take her completely. She wanted him to devour and own her on this night. There was no turning back now. She writhed against him in a slow, sensuous manner.

He gently smacked her on the ass. “Lay down, doll. I’m going to taste you.”

Lydia smiled and did as she was told. Lying down, flat on her back, she spread her legs wide. One was propped up on the sofa, the other dangled off the cushion.

* * * *

Bjorn’s hungry gaze swept over her body as she toyed with her breasts and tweaked her nipples. He groaned again as his cock pressed against his slacks. “Oh, babe. Damn it, these are in the way.” Roughly, he grabbed the silken panties. As he slid them down the length of her body, he heard them tear.

“Bjorn?”

Through hooded eyes, he looked at her. “Babe, you don’t know what you do to me. So bloody hungry for you,” he admitted before flinging her panties over his shoulder. “Ah.” He slid down between her legs and rested his face against her inner thigh.

Inhaling her fragrance, he dipped his head against her shaved mound and kissed her there as his hands cupped her ass. He was rewarded when she shook beneath him. “That’s it, doll.”

He bent down again and dove deeper between her folds while probing her lips with his tongue. Groaning, he sucked in her budding clit before slipping a finger inside her.

“Look how you drip for me.” He closed his eyes as her aroma seduced him, coaxing him into a frenzied state he hadn’t thought possible. It had been so long since he’d made love to a woman, and this felt so right. He needed to be inside her, but didn’t want to rush.

Bjorn licked a long, sensual stroke from the top of her pussy to the bottom. He groaned against her skin at the sounds of her pleasurable moans while swirling his tongue around her flesh.

“Oh my God, honey!” Lydia gripped his shoulders hard while jerking her hips against his head. She grunted and sank her fingers into his blond mane. As she rolled her hips hard against him, he licked and laved her clit while sliding his fingers inside her and thrusting as deep as he could. She’d wrapped her legs around his head in her throes of passion. Lydia’s body shook at her first orgasm, and her legs tightened around him.

As he drank greedily, Bjorn was forced to hold her down while he continued to slurp and drain her shaking body. She bucked wildly, and he dug his fingers into her ass, making her whimper as she came hard. At last, he completed his ministrations and gazed past her rounded breasts and hard nipples.

“Mmm,” Bjorn mused as he slid up her body, delivering sticky, wet kisses along her soft flesh. He lingered a few moments at her flattened belly, dipping his tongue into her belly button.

“I want to suck you,” she admitted. “Let me taste your cock.”

“Not yet. I’m not finished with you,” he told her. “I want you to come for me again.”

“N-No. I can’t,” she stuttered breathlessly while he delivered kisses along her mound, her torso, and eventually her breasts. “No,” she said with a shiver. “I can’t, not so soon.”

“Are you sure?” Bjorn pinched her pussy lips together before spreading them apart. He slipped a finger inside her wetness, and she damn near jumped off the couch. He had to pin her down. His cock was painfully hard and sought freedom from its refuge. But, this was about Lydia, not him. All he wanted to do was please her, until he drove her insane.

She reached down and grabbed his cock through his slacks, eliciting a loud moan from him.

“Babe,” he warned, “behave.” He grunted as he slowly, methodically speared and spread his fingers deep inside her while thumbing her clit. Before she cried out again, Bjorn gently bit her along the crook of her neck just before he covered her mouth with his.

When she did as he asked, he thought he’d explode in his pants. They kissed, long and hard, their tongues dueling with each other, and they soon began to playfully nip each other’s tongue and lips.

As he manipulated her wetness, Bjorn’s mouth found her breast. Grunting, he worked his wet lips around her taut, dark nipple while pressing his tongue to it. He continuously strummed a steady rhythm over Lydia’s clit and pussy.

He chuckled deeply as he felt her body tense and spasm beneath his. Releasing a slow, guttural breath through his teeth, he nipped her neck, then her breast, while working her faster, in and out, in and out in his slow, erotic rhythm. Every so often, he’d thumb her clit, pushing her closer to the brink of her orgasm.

She writhed beneath him as he worked her harder, faster, spurring her on to her second orgasm.

“Come for me doll,” he demanded.

When the orgasm slammed into her, she threw her head back against the cushion of the sofa and screamed loud. He loved that she was so vocal. It turned him on, made his cock harder than steel, fueling his arousal. He smiled as he watched her body quake a few more times, and she panted heavily. He removed his fingers, licked the digits, and slid off the sofa, onto his knees beside her.

“Time for a shower,” he insisted. “Can you move?”

“Barely. I feel like jelly.”

* * * *

Before long, Bjorn and Lydia found themselves in the shower, soaping one another up. He felt her groan and her body tremble as he embraced her from behind. He explored every delectable curve on her body with his hands. His cock, painfully rigid, sought refuge in her wetness.

“Lydia, babe.” He tossed his head back and viewed her through hooded eyes as she began to slowly stroke him.

“Do you like that?” she asked as she manipulated his cock. “I think you need some release.”

“Keep that up, you’ll make me spill.” He groaned against her neck. “I don’t want to come just yet. Ah! You’re so damned sweet. C’mon, babe, you’re making me lose my religion here.”

She chuckled as she slid down his body, to his cock. He grabbed her by the hair as she guided his tool into her mouth.

“Lydia!” he ground out as she accepted his cock down her throat. “Sweet baby! So damned sweet.” He looked down to see her beautiful eyes seductively looking up at him. “Oh, babe.” He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her face in a merciless rhythm.

He was surprised when she grabbed his ass, slamming his hips into her face to the point where he was balls-deep in her mouth. She gagged a few times, but continued. He howled in pleasure as the back of her throat housed the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck it all to hell!” he grunted. The little vixen had slipped her tongue down to tease his balls as she swallowed his cock, threatening to make him explode.

“Babe.” He tried pulling from her, but she refused to let him go. “Oh, you’re trying to make me come.” He tossed his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and surrendered to what she was doing to him. She squeezed his cheeks, forcing him to fuck her face. “Oh, you’re so sweet. Fucking close,” he groaned before spewing his come down her throat.

“You’re so bad,” he breathed as he helped her up to her feet as the shower beat down on his back. Eagerly he turned off the water and opened the sliding glass door. He stepped out first on the rug, and she followed. Bjorn grabbed a large, fluffy white towel and draped it around them before escorting her to the bedroom.

“You have a beautiful home,” she told him as he laid her down gently on the bed.

“Thank you,” Bjorn said before removing the towel from around Lydia. As promised, he licked water drops from her body. He laved her neck, then her breasts, and he complimented her on her beauty as he paid homage to each nipple. He pulled, twisted, and gently tweaked them before rolling his tongue around them once more.

“Bjorn,” she gasped as he continued worshipping her with his tongue. Soon, he was between her legs, lapping at the moisture clinging to her pussy. She held his head there until he delivered a few more powerful strokes from bottom to top.

He loved how she bucked beneath him, and soon, her arousal made him drunk with passion.

“Please, make love to me.” She held him tight in her grasp. “Please,” she begged.


“You make me want to come hard when you beg me like that, woman.” Quickly he reached over into the nightstand and retrieved a gold coin. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled. “I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me.”

“Ready,” she whispered breathlessly as she lay back on the large pillows.

He witnessed the dim lighting caress her satiny, brown skin as he sheathed himself with the condom. He had been wrong. There was no way in hell he would have been able to refrain from making love to her tonight.

Bjorn hovered over Lydia, gently stroking his cock against her slit. It pleased him to see her arch her back upward. He explored her body as he pressed himself against her. Fondling both breasts, he gently squeezed her nipples before moving his fingers to her neck and shoulders.

While he cupped her face, Bjorn leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She wriggled her hips impatiently, spurring him on. Bjorn smiled before reaching between them, dragging his hand seductively down the length of her body before clutching his cock in his hand.

With a groan, he adjusted himself before positioning his cock against her drenched folds. His breathing became ragged as his pulse sped up.

* * * *

Lydia’s eyes widened. Bjorn’s tousled hair framed his stern face. His gaze sliced through her, sending a spark of excitement throughout her core. She slid her hands around to his ass, eager for him to penetrate her.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” he breathed.

“Yes,” she ground out. “Don’t tease me so much, Bjorn.”

She watched as he closed his eyes and opened them again while sheathing himself deep inside her. She spasmed once or twice at the intense passion kissing his face, and the sensual gaze in his eyes.

“Oh, Bjorn, I’m coming.” The feeling centered in on her clitoris, and for a fleeting moment, she could feel the contraction there. Oddly enough, she’d never experienced that before.

He rocked in and out of her as she brought her hips up off the bed, meeting his movements. They stared into one another’s eyes as they slowly made passionate love. Their gasps, the acoustic guitar, and the bed moving beneath them were the only sounds in the room.