Page 18 of Thunder Thighs
"And you could do that here?"
"I've spent the last few weeks scoping potential workshop spaces. The old fish market storehouse would be perfect once renovated."
I watched a million emotions play across her face. "So, what do you think?"
"You'd do all this? For me?" She looked overwhelmed, confused, disbelieving.
"Baby," I slipped off the chair, moving to crouch between her thick thighs, my hands running up her silky skin beneath the skirt of her dress. "I'd move the earth if you asked."
She bit her lip, her hips tilting slightly towards me even as she continued to look apprehensive. "You're changing your whole life for me. Maybe you should wait to do anything until you're back home and have time to consider all the-"
My hands stopped their leisurely glide. "Excuse me?"
She bent forward, cupping my cheeks. "I'm just saying, you don't owe me anything. If you get home and this turns out to be… to be…" she swallowed. "To be a summer fling then that's okay."
Oh, no. No fucking way was I letting her think this wasn't anything more than a summer fling.
"Obviously I need to step up my game." I surged to standing, pulling her up with me. I tugged her behind me, leading her to the cabin and assisting her down the stairs. She followed, a lamb innocent to coming sexual onslaught.
The yacht was dated and in need of a major overhaul both in terms of décor and machinery but the owner had picked it up for a song and was willing to pay for the work.
It had a full kitchen, bathroom, seating area and a bedroom tacked onto the back. That's where I took her, pulling Ella through the small cabin and into the bedroom. I crowded her onto the bed, immediately tossing her skirts up and diving for her underwear.
"Gunnar!" She gasped, trying to squirm away. "Wait."
"No," I grunted, hooking two fingers into her underwear, and tearing them down her legs. "I need to taste you, baby. Need to show you, you're mine."
She gave in, letting me pull her clothes off then spread her thighs. I kissed my way up the soft skin of her legs, placing delicate kisses on the inside of each knee.
"You're mine, Ella." I hovered over her core, watching the blush of desire tint her skin with pink. "You're my home. If that means packing up my life to merge it with yours, that's fine. I want to be where you are. I can no longer imagine living a life that doesn't involve waking up with you, breathing your scent, kissing your lips, laughing with you. And when I leave this earth, I'll find you, Valkyrie. I'll search all of Valhalla for you."
I dropped my head, tongue flicking out to taste the cream of her. She blossomed under me, opening. I felt her body shudder, her gasps and moans eagerly encouraging my efforts.
"Say you're mine, Ella." I demanded, hooking one finger into her, pressing against her g-spot. Her body bowed up, lifting off the bed as she cried out in pleasure.
"Gunnar!"
"Say it," I demanded roughly, finger pressing in.
"I'm y-yours." She gasped out, begging for more, begging for release.
"Again," I barked, barely able to constrain my need.
"I'm yours, Gunnar. I'm yours. You own me."
I pulled my finger free, and surged forward, pulling her against my cock, impaling her with my hot length. We both gasped, our rhythm uneven, hurried, straining for dominance.
It was hot, heavy, and unpracticed. It was some of the dirtiest, filthiest sex I'd ever had. I drove into her, growling filthy words as she panted my name over and over, my cock turning her into a mass of squirming, heaving need. Her breasts bounced with reckless abandon and I reached one hand up, brutally cupping one while my mouth descended to suck on the other. She exploded around me, her hips thrusting against me, her pussy a tight vice of clenching pleasure milking my cock.
"Fuck," I roared, hips pistoning. Once, twice, I exploded, cum filling her insides, coating her with my scent.
I didn't fucking care we hadn't used a condom. I wanted her bred. Wanted to plant a baby in this beautiful woman so we could start our future now.
I collapsed on top of her but pulled her close, rolling us both so I was on my back, Ella draped across my front. She cuddled on my chest; our breaths equally rapid as we tried to calm.
"That was…" she made a small purring sound.
I grinned, pressing a kiss to her head. "Fuck yeah it was."
