Page 40 of The Hitchhiker in Panama
“Obviously.”
We both chuckled together, but our laughter died quickly. I zeroed in on Eivind’s lips, pink and plump and perfect. They parted, waiting patiently for me to make a move.
I brushed my lips so slightly against his. We both breathed, still for a moment, before Eivind gripped me harder and my lips came crashing down onto his. Tasting each other, we made out with wild abandon.
Eivind started walking us to his cabin. I busied myself with showering his neck and ear with attention, kissing and nibbling as I went.
Kicking the door closed, Eivind moved toward the bed.
“Oh wait! Don’t forget to plug in your phone.”
Eivind grunted and unwrapped my legs from around his waist, tossing me playfully onto the bed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and plugged it in, setting it on the small counter in the corner of his cabin. Turning back to me, he put a knee on the bedding between my legs and climbed up, holding his body over mine.
The curtains were open, and the dying light of the day shone in the room enough to see by. Eivind’s eyes roamed my face, a serious look I’d never seen on him before. Then he tilted his head down.
Slowly,finally, his lips grazed mine again. The kiss was soft and gentle, just a moment of touching before he pulled back. He kissed me again and again, shifting to the corner of my mouth. When he came back, I let my lips part, and he took the invitation to kiss me deeper.
My hands were on his ribs, his in my hair. We kissed slow and languid, our tongues tasting each other. Eivind shifted, sliding his knees down and relaxing his lower body against mine. I gasped when his erection pressed into me, breaking the kiss.
Eivind chuckled and rocked against me gently. His mouth migrated to my neck, kissing my pulse point.
“You feel so good underneath me,” he whispered.
I whimpered as he shifted the pressure and pulled my knee up to his waist. I rocked up to meet him, and we kissed again, deeper and hungrier.
Suddenly Eivind lifted off me. He pushed up onto his knees, and I was left spread and panting beneath him.
“Jesus,” he said, running his hand over his head.
He got up from the bed and pressed a button on the fan nearby. Air flowed over my heated skin.
He rejoined me on the bed, putting his elbows on either side of my hips and pressing into me lower than he had before. A finger played with the strap of my cami and gently pushed it off my shoulder. He traced the edge, pulling the top down to expose my breast.
“The first time I saw you in a bikini,” he said. “Do you remember?”
I nodded. “It was the first time I saw you shirtless.”
He smiled, staring at my exposed nipple, and let his finger wander across my sensitive skin.
“I was hard the whole time. I had to keep my knees bent so no one would see. You are so beautiful.”
Eivind leaned down and pressed his mouth to my breast, licking my nipple and closing his lips around it. I gasped and pressed my hips up into his chest. He nipped and sucked until I squirmed against him, my head thrown back and my eyes shut tight.
He let my breast go with a pop and then tugged my other strap down and began to play with my left breast. Eivind gave his attention wholeheartedly to my body, building me up until I had to pull him off me.
“Eivind,” I panted. “Please. I need more.”
His face broke into a wolfish grin and he pulled back onto his heels. Impatiently, he unsnapped the button of my shorts and yanked them and my knickers down together all at once. He tossed them over his shoulder and, with a palm on each of my thighs, pushed my legs apart.
Eivind staring at me hungrily was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“I can’t always cum from this,” I blurted out.
His eyes shifted to look at me. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
He grinned and bent over, putting his mouth on me. My hips bucked against my will, and Eivind slid down further and wrapped his arms under my legs, palming my belly and sliding his tongue around, licking, kissing, and exploring. He teased my clit, touching and kissing but never lingering.
