Page 41 of The Hitchhiker in Panama
I writhed and encouraged him; he listened and soon pressure built low in my body.
“Oh God,” I said.
Eivind closed his mouth over my clit and sucked lightly. My head pressed back against the bed, my eyes squeezed shut, and I focused on my body.
“Oh God. Eivind. Eivind. Suck harder, suck harder, suck harder,” I chanted.
He did, and I fell apart, pulsing deep inside, my core clenching. Our eyes met for a moment, Eivind’s piercing blue on fire in the dark shadows, but my eyes closed, my head fell back, and I went limp.
Nineteen
Eivind gently let go but kept his mouth pressed to me, kissing me carefully. He worked down my inner thigh a little bit, and his hair prickled my skin as he rubbed his face against the sheet. He crawled up my body and we were eye to eye.
“Can I kiss you?”
I raised my head and put my lips on his before his words were even finished. I opened and tasted myself on him, letting our tongues slide together.
Eivind pulled away first. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his shirt off. Then he stood and finished stripping and reached over to a small cabinet on my left, one with a sliding door. He opened the door and pulled out a strip of condoms, then tossed them next to me on the bed.
He climbed back between my splayed legs and tore a condom off. His erection jutted out, hard and thick.
“Should I put this on?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” I tried to take the condom from him to open it and put it on myself, but he backed away.
“I think it is better if I do it.” He chuckled as he ripped the wrapper open and rolled the condom down his shaft. Holding himself above me, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I will not last long. But I promise we will do it again, ja? If you feel okay.”
I pulled his head down to kiss me again. “We have four days.” We both grinned between kisses. “We can do more than that.”
Eivind reached down and rubbed his hand against me, spreading the slickness. I shifted, trying to open myself up more to him, and he pressed his cock into me. He worked in carefully, stretching me a little as he went.
His hand came back up and his arms pressed into the bed on either side of me. His hips moved in shallow thrusts until he was all the way in, our bodies pressed tightly together.
We breathed.
We kissed.
Eivind rolled his hips and our lips broke apart, both of us panting.
“Goddamn it.” Eivind laughed harshly. “I am so close already.” He looked away, embarrassed.
I grabbed his face in both hands. “Eivind, look at me. You’re going to fuck me again, right?”
His eyes rolled up and he groaned, thrusting into me again. “Yes.”
“Promise me,” I said.
His hips moved, dragging his cock in and out of me.
“Promise me you’ll fuck me anytime I want.”
He said something in Norwegian, but it started in aja, so I took it as an affirmative. The muscles in his jaw clenched, his chin tucking down and his hips picking up speed. We were both sweating.
A few more thrusts and he bent over me, his body straining as he shouted into the bed. He twitched, pressed so deeply into me, and I hummed against his neck, stroking my fingers up and down his back.
We were quiet and still for a few moments. The boat rocked gently in the water.
Eivind inhaled and pulled back a little bit, taking some of his weight off me. He rained kisses on my neck and shoulder, eventually finding my lips and kissing me deeply. He was still inside me, and we stayed that way for a few minutes.
