against mine, opening me once again to his pleasure.
Be still, don’t seek him out, Elora ….
The throbbing seems to increase tenfold now that I’m trying to be good and follow his instructions .
I will not lift my hips! The temptation is almost too much. How am I ever going to bear it? The tight pressure inside is nearly overwhelming.
He continues with the engulfing kiss and I nearly cry out when his right hand snakes down between our bodies to press hotly against my satin-covered sex. Finally! His large, hot palm is still, completely covering my pussy, and his body is tight with restraint, as if he’s wrestling internally with control. I whimper once.
His mouth pulls away slightly and he surprises me by running his right cheek up against the side of my face.
In a hushed whisper he speaks into my ear, “I know it’s not easy, Elora. You’ll get what you need, but you have to be patient and follow my lead, understood?”
I nod eagerly against his heated cheek.
“There’s my good girl.”
Oh my God. That was so hot.
He lifts his palm slowly before running two fingers across the smooth material, briefly passing over my pulsing clit. I clench my teeth and struggle internally for a modicum of control. I can sense that my panties are damp. Undoubtedly he knows this.
“Mmm, you’re behaving so nicely for me, I believe that you deserve your reward, min skjønne , don’t you?”
His beauty … I love how he says it with such possessiveness . Embarrassed, I pant, “Please, oh, oh, please Mikkel. Yes ….”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you beg me, Elora. I can’t wait to have you spread out, secured to my bed …. Soon, angel, I promise you.” The wicked confidence in his voice astounds me.
God, yes … just that dark thought brings on another wave of delicious heat that threatens to make me come apart beneath him.
One lone finger passes up and back against the right seam of my panties, just at the juncture between my inner thigh and the rise of my sex. So close … please, please! Anything, just don’t stop!
As if reading my mind, he slides in under the elastic to brush a feather light caress against my drenched channel.
A desperate pant escapes as I call out in the shadows, “Oh, yes, Mikkel ….”
He groans as he makes another gentle swipe across my slick outer lips.
Again … more!
Three steady thumps against the door have us both jerking upright. His hand quickly withdraws and I smack my fist down against the leather of the cushion in complete frustration.
“ Faen !” Fuck! His heated, foreign curse comes out in a dark growl as a male voice speaks loudly on the other side of the door. Whoever it is must know better than to enter.
He pushes off the couch and is moving across the room as I do my best to sit up and adjust my skirt, which is twisted up about my waist. Thankfully, he only opens the door enough to speak to the person on the other side. His broad back is too wide to allow me to see who it is and they speak low and rapidly in their exotic language. I savor the fluidity of his speech, so elegant and direct. I really hope they hurry up because I can’t think of anything aside from him finishing what he’s started.
He ends the conversation and opens the door all the way. Light and music floods into the small room as he turns to face me. He looks terribly unhappy. His mouth is twisted down into a frown and his large hands are planted on his hips.
I blink several times to allow my pupils to adjust. It’s obvious that our little private time has come to an end. “I, ah, I really should be heading back now, Mikkel. I have a lot of work scheduled tomorrow and it’s, um, getting late.” Suddenly I’m embarrassed about what just happened.
I try to smooth my long hair into some semblance of order as he strides over and holds out his hand.
I place mine in his as I’m pulled up to stand before him.
“And why are you working on a Sunday, min skjønne ?” He seems to
Be still, don’t seek him out, Elora ….
The throbbing seems to increase tenfold now that I’m trying to be good and follow his instructions .
I will not lift my hips! The temptation is almost too much. How am I ever going to bear it? The tight pressure inside is nearly overwhelming.
He continues with the engulfing kiss and I nearly cry out when his right hand snakes down between our bodies to press hotly against my satin-covered sex. Finally! His large, hot palm is still, completely covering my pussy, and his body is tight with restraint, as if he’s wrestling internally with control. I whimper once.
His mouth pulls away slightly and he surprises me by running his right cheek up against the side of my face.
In a hushed whisper he speaks into my ear, “I know it’s not easy, Elora. You’ll get what you need, but you have to be patient and follow my lead, understood?”
I nod eagerly against his heated cheek.
“There’s my good girl.”
Oh my God. That was so hot.
He lifts his palm slowly before running two fingers across the smooth material, briefly passing over my pulsing clit. I clench my teeth and struggle internally for a modicum of control. I can sense that my panties are damp. Undoubtedly he knows this.
“Mmm, you’re behaving so nicely for me, I believe that you deserve your reward, min skjønne , don’t you?”
His beauty … I love how he says it with such possessiveness . Embarrassed, I pant, “Please, oh, oh, please Mikkel. Yes ….”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you beg me, Elora. I can’t wait to have you spread out, secured to my bed …. Soon, angel, I promise you.” The wicked confidence in his voice astounds me.
God, yes … just that dark thought brings on another wave of delicious heat that threatens to make me come apart beneath him.
One lone finger passes up and back against the right seam of my panties, just at the juncture between my inner thigh and the rise of my sex. So close … please, please! Anything, just don’t stop!
As if reading my mind, he slides in under the elastic to brush a feather light caress against my drenched channel.
A desperate pant escapes as I call out in the shadows, “Oh, yes, Mikkel ….”
He groans as he makes another gentle swipe across my slick outer lips.
Again … more!
Three steady thumps against the door have us both jerking upright. His hand quickly withdraws and I smack my fist down against the leather of the cushion in complete frustration.
“ Faen !” Fuck! His heated, foreign curse comes out in a dark growl as a male voice speaks loudly on the other side of the door. Whoever it is must know better than to enter.
He pushes off the couch and is moving across the room as I do my best to sit up and adjust my skirt, which is twisted up about my waist. Thankfully, he only opens the door enough to speak to the person on the other side. His broad back is too wide to allow me to see who it is and they speak low and rapidly in their exotic language. I savor the fluidity of his speech, so elegant and direct. I really hope they hurry up because I can’t think of anything aside from him finishing what he’s started.
He ends the conversation and opens the door all the way. Light and music floods into the small room as he turns to face me. He looks terribly unhappy. His mouth is twisted down into a frown and his large hands are planted on his hips.
I blink several times to allow my pupils to adjust. It’s obvious that our little private time has come to an end. “I, ah, I really should be heading back now, Mikkel. I have a lot of work scheduled tomorrow and it’s, um, getting late.” Suddenly I’m embarrassed about what just happened.
I try to smooth my long hair into some semblance of order as he strides over and holds out his hand.
I place mine in his as I’m pulled up to stand before him.
“And why are you working on a Sunday, min skjønne ?” He seems to
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