at me. Do I really look like I
want to stop?”
She swallowed hard, her gray eyes
met his and she dropped his shirt to the floor. “No, you look rather
interested.”
“Interested? No, shit?” He stalked
her again, backing her toward his bed. Enough of this tentative crap from her,
damn it. He wanted his fierce bitch back. Her confidence. Her passion. He would root out whatever left her so
unsure of her appeal, removing it once and for all.
When Yohana reached the edge of his bed, she sat abruptly as it caught her in the back of
the knees. Per pressed her onto her back. Lifting her legs onto the bed, he
climbed over her. He bent down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. She
arched into him, snaking her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Their
tongues dueled while he sank down onto her, pressing his chest to hers and thrusting
his hips between her spread thighs. She wrapped her long legs around his waist,
her nails digging into his back.
Per lifted his head, staring down as
she slowly opened her eyes. “Why in hell would you think I don’t want you, älskling ? ” He pressed his cock into her
pussy.
“Past
experience.”
“Does it feel to you like there is
any doubt of my desire?” He caressed her face as her eyes avoided his. “ Yohana , look at me.” Her eyes met his with great
reluctance. Per ran his fingertip over the arch of her brow. He rolled his hips
against her, smiling when her eyes widened and she gasped. “Do you have any
question about how badly I want you?”
She cleared her throat. “No. Your
arousal is most impressive.”
He chuckled, brushing a kiss over
her lips. “ Tack så mycket .”
Yohana shook her head. “Why do you keep talking to me in Swedish?
I can’t understand you.”
“You will…eventually.” He kissed her
again. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even teach you to whimper and moan in Swedish.”
Her mouth opened and closed. “Damn
it, Per …”
Per nipped her soft lips, drawing a
moan from her. “What?” He dropped teasing kisses against her cheeks and
forehead, returning to her parted lips. His fingers trailed down her side and
along her fine thighs. “What, Yohana ?”
“When you touch me, I can’t think.”She writhed under his light touch, turning her head
from side to side.
“Good. Quit thinking. Feel. ”
He leaned back to ease her stocking
down one truly stunning long leg. He stroked her curved thigh, caressed her
firm calf, finishing with worshipful kisses along her inner thigh, behind her
knee and finally the arch of her foot. Per repeated the process with her other
leg, setting both feet on his chest. Damn, even her feet were sexy. She’d
painted her toenails the same faint pink she’d applied to her fingernails. He
reached out, caught her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them over
his shoulder.
White fur covered her mons , just as he’d suspected. He took a deep breath,
scenting Yohana’s desire. He wondered if she was as
pink as her finger- and toenails. Time to find out. Per turned his hungry gaze to her face. Yohana was
aroused, but nervousness registered in her tense facial muscles and the
tentative expression in her eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to lose
interest in her. That was just not fucking happening—now or ever.
Per ran his palms over her shins,
stopping at her knees. He gently but firmly pressed outward to spread her open
for him, letting her feet fall to either side of his body. As his gaze surveyed
her pussy, he moaned. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her.
God, he had to go muff diving or die in the attempt. She was as pink and
perfect as he thought she’d be.
“ Fan, du är het , ” he growled, lowering his head to the siren call of her
sex. He inhaled deeply, his mouth open slightly to catch the full range of her
sensual perfume. He skimmed his fingers over the smooth skin of her inner
thighs, wedging his shoulders between her legs when she started to close on
him. He glanced
want to stop?”
She swallowed hard, her gray eyes
met his and she dropped his shirt to the floor. “No, you look rather
interested.”
“Interested? No, shit?” He stalked
her again, backing her toward his bed. Enough of this tentative crap from her,
damn it. He wanted his fierce bitch back. Her confidence. Her passion. He would root out whatever left her so
unsure of her appeal, removing it once and for all.
When Yohana reached the edge of his bed, she sat abruptly as it caught her in the back of
the knees. Per pressed her onto her back. Lifting her legs onto the bed, he
climbed over her. He bent down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. She
arched into him, snaking her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Their
tongues dueled while he sank down onto her, pressing his chest to hers and thrusting
his hips between her spread thighs. She wrapped her long legs around his waist,
her nails digging into his back.
Per lifted his head, staring down as
she slowly opened her eyes. “Why in hell would you think I don’t want you, älskling ? ” He pressed his cock into her
pussy.
“Past
experience.”
“Does it feel to you like there is
any doubt of my desire?” He caressed her face as her eyes avoided his. “ Yohana , look at me.” Her eyes met his with great
reluctance. Per ran his fingertip over the arch of her brow. He rolled his hips
against her, smiling when her eyes widened and she gasped. “Do you have any
question about how badly I want you?”
She cleared her throat. “No. Your
arousal is most impressive.”
He chuckled, brushing a kiss over
her lips. “ Tack så mycket .”
Yohana shook her head. “Why do you keep talking to me in Swedish?
I can’t understand you.”
“You will…eventually.” He kissed her
again. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even teach you to whimper and moan in Swedish.”
Her mouth opened and closed. “Damn
it, Per …”
Per nipped her soft lips, drawing a
moan from her. “What?” He dropped teasing kisses against her cheeks and
forehead, returning to her parted lips. His fingers trailed down her side and
along her fine thighs. “What, Yohana ?”
“When you touch me, I can’t think.”She writhed under his light touch, turning her head
from side to side.
“Good. Quit thinking. Feel. ”
He leaned back to ease her stocking
down one truly stunning long leg. He stroked her curved thigh, caressed her
firm calf, finishing with worshipful kisses along her inner thigh, behind her
knee and finally the arch of her foot. Per repeated the process with her other
leg, setting both feet on his chest. Damn, even her feet were sexy. She’d
painted her toenails the same faint pink she’d applied to her fingernails. He
reached out, caught her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them over
his shoulder.
White fur covered her mons , just as he’d suspected. He took a deep breath,
scenting Yohana’s desire. He wondered if she was as
pink as her finger- and toenails. Time to find out. Per turned his hungry gaze to her face. Yohana was
aroused, but nervousness registered in her tense facial muscles and the
tentative expression in her eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to lose
interest in her. That was just not fucking happening—now or ever.
Per ran his palms over her shins,
stopping at her knees. He gently but firmly pressed outward to spread her open
for him, letting her feet fall to either side of his body. As his gaze surveyed
her pussy, he moaned. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her.
God, he had to go muff diving or die in the attempt. She was as pink and
perfect as he thought she’d be.
“ Fan, du är het , ” he growled, lowering his head to the siren call of her
sex. He inhaled deeply, his mouth open slightly to catch the full range of her
sensual perfume. He skimmed his fingers over the smooth skin of her inner
thighs, wedging his shoulders between her legs when she started to close on
him. He glanced
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