He manages to pull my underwear halfway down my thighs with just his mouth until he gets impatient and basically bites the strap, snapping it in half.

“Hey,” I tell him, looking up. Those were my only nice ones!

He stares at me with raw impatience. “I’ll buy you another pair.”

“From where? Disney–” but the rest of my sentence dies on my tongue because he yanks my thighs apart and buries his head between them, his hands on my thighs and pressing hard enough to leave bruises.

I immediately stiffen at the first contact of his tongue and then I start to melt.

Oh…I’m melting.

Right into his mouth.

He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit and instantly I am dissolving into a sea of stars while a galaxy at my middle whirls tighter, tighter.

No, this won’t take long at all.

“You taste so perfect,” he moans into me and I instinctively grab the top of his head, my fingers winding in his hair and holding his head against me, though I think I couldn’t pull him away even if I tried. “So sweet, so beautiful. A lavender ocean. I could taste you forever.”

His words trail off into grunts and little moans, telling me how much he’s enjoying this, enjoying me.

“Oh god,” I cry out, feeling like I’m losing oxygen already as his tongue plunges deep inside me. My hips rock and I feel like I’m being too demanding for wanting more but from the way he’s gripping my hips, squeezing my delicate skin and pumping his tongue in and out of me, I know he wants to give it.

Something hot and electric starts to build in my core, working its way up my spine, and I’m growing more frantic for my release. I want to come so badly it’s driving me crazy and yet I want this to last forever, the sight of his head between my legs, his mouth wet and open and ruthless as he licks me out.

I am being devoured.

I am being ravaged.

I am…

God, “I’m coming,” I say, breathless, and the world pauses in that heavy, silent, slow-motion moment before the bomb goes off. “I’m–”

A cord is pulled deep inside me and I am yanked into another world, a shooting star made of fire and livewires and I’m calling out his name, “Viktor, Viktor, oh god, so good,” and I’m practically whimpering as I come back to earth, my body convulsing, my thighs squeezing both sides of his head.

“Was that good?” he asks a moment later.

I’m still struggling to catch my breath, my body oversensitive, my heart so loud and fast in my head that I can’t think straight. I look to see him staring at me eagerly, framed by my thighs, his mouth wet, glistening on a curved smile.

There are pieces of lavender in his hair.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “Yeah…I…”

There are no words.

But he has words.

“That was for you,” he says, his voice taking on this low, guttural tone. “This is for me.”

He stands up at the foot of the bed and starts stripping.

The shirt that was partially unbuttoned is now thrown to the floor.

His shoes are kicked away. Socks peeled off.

His hands go to his pants, unbuckles his belt with stealthy confidence, and my eyes go from his face to his chest to his abs to now his underwear as he pulls down his boxer briefs and steps out of them.

I know I’ve seen Viktor like this before. Naked.

But I’ve never seen him like this before.

Cock extended, large and hard.

For me.

I still stand by what I thought the first day that I saw him naked, that I would love to suck his dick like a fucking porno.

He can tell, too.

Perhaps he wants to pretend it’s that day all over again.

I bring it up as he walks toward me, his cock hard as it juts out between us. I’m barely able to take my eyes away from it.

“Pretend you were that stranger on the first day?” he questions. He shakes his head and stops right in front of me. “No. I don’t want a stranger to suck me off. I need it to be you. I’ve dreamed about that lush peach mouth of yours for days.”

Fuck. He doesn’t mince words. I wonder how dirty his thoughts are in Swedish.

I sit up and he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and holds it near my lips. “Suck,” he demands. “Min lilla persika.”

I swallow hard, unsure of what that means, unsure if I can fit him all in my mouth but I’m more than willing to try. I reach out and hold him in my hand, feeling his hot, smooth shaft pulse in my palm.

I’m turned on again in a second.

I look up and meet his eyes and he’s staring down at me with a look that can only be called carnal, his eyes urging me to go on.

My grip around his cock tightens and he lets go and slowly pushes his hips forward until his cock slides in my mouth. The salt of him hits my tongue, creating another wave of need through me and as he pushes through my lips, his hands glide into my hair.

He groans and I can feel him grow even harder, like steel. In my mouth he feels fat and swollen, and sometimes he’s pushing in hard, it’s impossible to accommodate all of him.

But I try, licking and sucking, the suction sounds and wetness filling the air and I’m pumping him into my mouth faster and faster, occasionally razing him with my teeth which only makes him moan louder.

“Fuck,” he says and then mutters something in Swedish as he abruptly pulls out. “I’ll come in your mouth later. Now I want to come in you.”

The thought, as much as I want it, makes me pause.

“Condom?” I ask. “I mean do you have one?”

Do we need one? That’s what I’m really asking.

He looks at me with glazed eyes until he blinks some clarity back into them. “I do.” He clears his throat. “I am clean though. I get tested regularly, it’s well, they’re very adamant about health check-ups. Are you on the pill?”

I nod. “Yes and I’ve been tested. Recently. When I came back to California.” I pause, not sure if I should continue or not. “I haven’t had sex since I came back. For over a year.”

He barely reacts. “Then I should make this worth your while.”

You already have, I think.

And then he’s pushing me back on the bed again, kissing me, licking me, consuming my whole body for the second time, his cock pressing against me here and there as we find our spots in the sheets.

He grips under my ass, pulling it up toward him and then gets between my legs, determination on his brow.

I’m so wet still that the slightest movement forward and he slips in.

Oh…fuck.

“Maggie,” he groans, pinching his eyes shut as he buries his head into my neck and I can feel his hot, ragged breath, already struggling for control. “The things I want to do to you, I don’t think I can do them all this time.”

“There will be other times,” I manage to say, my hands sliding over his shoulders, down his arms, pricking him lightly with my fingernails as he pushes in further and I spread around his thick girth. I’ve never felt so…full. So taken.

So his.

“Yes, tonight,” he says and the way the words hang in the air I realize tonight and tomorrow and the next night are all we have to do all the things we want to do with each other.

Life just isn’t fair.

“Don’t think,” he whispers in my ear before taking my lobe in his teeth and tugging. I feel like a million sparks are raining down my spine. “Don’t think, just feel.”

I am feeling.

Everything.

“I feel,” I tell him. “Just don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck,” he growls and then he slams his hips forward until he’s pushed all the way in. It feels like he’s pushed the air right out of my lungs.

I gasp loudly and he presses his hand over my mouth, over my cheek, holding my head down with force as he starts to fuck me at a punishing pace, his hips strong and relentless as they drive his cock in and out. My breasts jostle from each thrust, the bed starts to creak and move, I can hardly focus on anything, my grip digging in tighter in a wild attempt to hold on.

“You feel so good,” he grunts into my neck, one hand now pinning my arms above my head, while the other slides between us and starts tapping my clit. “Come for me again, I want to see your face as you’re coming. I want to see what you look like when you call my name, when I’m fucking you so good. Helvete.”

Holy shit, this dirty talking Swedish bastard is going to be the death of me.

He hisses and then stabs forward, sinking in so damn deep I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. I feel like I’m being folded in half. I cry out, half in pain, half because it feels so amazing that nothing, no one, will ever satisfy me again.

“Oh my Maggie,” he says before cursing some more in Swedish. “You were made for me, weren’t you? This, your amazing cunt, it’s so perfect, too perfect.” He groans, his head thrown back, sweat trickling down his throat and then snaps forward again, faster, harder. My hands trail down to his hips, his ass, grabbing on desperately.

Lavender is flying everywhere.

My thighs start to shake and the pressure from his slick fingers increase. There are no neat and tidy circles, instead it’s sliding all over the place with every relentless pump into me but I don’t need much.

“You like this, don’t you my Maggie,” he growls at me, staring at me with the wild eyes of someone completely raw and primal, operating on the basic instinct to fuck and fuck. “You love my cock, how it fills you, how deep I am inside you.”

I can’t even answer him. My world is spinning tighter until there’s nothing else but him and me. No hotel, no bed, no people in the world outside. Just us and the smell of musk and lavender.

My eyes shut and I grow tight and then it’s just “Oh god!” and my orgasm crashes over me again and I’m no longer myself, no longer in my body, the only thing I am is this boneless thing that’s spouting off words and sounds that make no sense at all.