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she locked her legs behind his ass. His groan spurred her on, and she rocked herself forward. Her breath left her in one big whoosh, as the action made him slide into her.
He was too much, far too much, too quickly. The fullness stretched her painfully, and he caught her moan in his mouth, and eased himself out a little, to give her time to adjust.
"Shit, I'm sorry baby, but I need to move. You're so goddamn tight. Jesus."
His whole body shuddered as he thrust deep, and she clenched around him. He kissed her, their tongues dueling with each other, as his cock nudged her womb. The pressure eased as her internal muscles stretched around him. He set a ruthless rhythm, and she matched him thrust for thrust as her own arousal built to fever pitch again. Sensations too overwhelming, too intense, harder, faster, deeper. He pounded her into the wall , and she took all that he gave. Her moans mingled with his groans. The Swedish words uttered in his deep voice added to the sensations assaulting her. His shift of position brought with it unbelievable tension deep inside her, and, when his fingers found her clit, she did the one thing she never thought she would. Her orgasm hit her with such force; she couldn't help the scream that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her internal muscles milked every last shudder of Sven's groaned release, as her body sang with the aftershocks.
She blinked at the sudden light when he took the blindfold off with one hand, and he massaged her backside with the other. Sven’s smile was pure wickedness and male satisfaction, as they stood, still joined intimately together. He thrust deep inside her one last time, and Sylvia moaned, before she lost herself in the tender expression of his eyes.
"Now, let's find a bed and do that again, more slowly this time."
Oh God, yes!
Chapter Seven
"Don't you dare go anywhere."
Sven's terse words trembled through her as he pulled out of her and set her back on her feet. Somehow she managed to stay upright while he disappeared to take care of the condom.
Hah, as if she could move after what they'd just done. Just when she thought her trembling muscles would give up on her, Sven reappeared and swept her up in his arms, as though she weighed no more than a feather. He smiled at her shriek of surprise and carefully negotiated the hallway of the narrow boat. He shouldered the door open to the bedroom and then lowered her down on the soft covers.
"Hmm, we appear to have found the bed, isn't that handy?"
With one swift move, he pulled his shirt over his head, and Sylvia couldn't help but stare at the male perfection in front of her. Her gaze zeroed in on his magnificent penis, already hardening again under her eyes as he stood over her. Sven watched her reaction with a small smile, and her throat went dry when he cupped his heavy erection and stroked along the thick girth. She licked her lips seeing the drop of pre-cum appear at the top of his bulbous head, and his husky laugh set her insides on fire anew.
"Like what you see?"
Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.
"Sven, I don't think I could…"
Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again had her pinned, unable to move?
"Trust me, baby, you can , and you will."
The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time exploring
He was too much, far too much, too quickly. The fullness stretched her painfully, and he caught her moan in his mouth, and eased himself out a little, to give her time to adjust.
"Shit, I'm sorry baby, but I need to move. You're so goddamn tight. Jesus."
His whole body shuddered as he thrust deep, and she clenched around him. He kissed her, their tongues dueling with each other, as his cock nudged her womb. The pressure eased as her internal muscles stretched around him. He set a ruthless rhythm, and she matched him thrust for thrust as her own arousal built to fever pitch again. Sensations too overwhelming, too intense, harder, faster, deeper. He pounded her into the wall , and she took all that he gave. Her moans mingled with his groans. The Swedish words uttered in his deep voice added to the sensations assaulting her. His shift of position brought with it unbelievable tension deep inside her, and, when his fingers found her clit, she did the one thing she never thought she would. Her orgasm hit her with such force; she couldn't help the scream that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her internal muscles milked every last shudder of Sven's groaned release, as her body sang with the aftershocks.
She blinked at the sudden light when he took the blindfold off with one hand, and he massaged her backside with the other. Sven’s smile was pure wickedness and male satisfaction, as they stood, still joined intimately together. He thrust deep inside her one last time, and Sylvia moaned, before she lost herself in the tender expression of his eyes.
"Now, let's find a bed and do that again, more slowly this time."
Oh God, yes!
Chapter Seven
"Don't you dare go anywhere."
Sven's terse words trembled through her as he pulled out of her and set her back on her feet. Somehow she managed to stay upright while he disappeared to take care of the condom.
Hah, as if she could move after what they'd just done. Just when she thought her trembling muscles would give up on her, Sven reappeared and swept her up in his arms, as though she weighed no more than a feather. He smiled at her shriek of surprise and carefully negotiated the hallway of the narrow boat. He shouldered the door open to the bedroom and then lowered her down on the soft covers.
"Hmm, we appear to have found the bed, isn't that handy?"
With one swift move, he pulled his shirt over his head, and Sylvia couldn't help but stare at the male perfection in front of her. Her gaze zeroed in on his magnificent penis, already hardening again under her eyes as he stood over her. Sven watched her reaction with a small smile, and her throat went dry when he cupped his heavy erection and stroked along the thick girth. She licked her lips seeing the drop of pre-cum appear at the top of his bulbous head, and his husky laugh set her insides on fire anew.
"Like what you see?"
Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.
"Sven, I don't think I could…"
Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again had her pinned, unable to move?
"Trust me, baby, you can , and you will."
The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time exploring
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