Eternally Seduced(66)

She pinched her nipple with each flex.

She moaned. He growled.

"Pants," she gasped.

"Pussy," he ordered as his hands went to the buckle of his belt.

Saffi couldn't help but whimper at what he was asking, but even so her  fingers were already moving. Her parted legs shook as she slowly let her  fingers graze her wet flesh.

"Does it feel good?" he asked hoarsely as he threw his belt to the floor.

She couldn't help tracing her own folds, up to down, imagining it was  Staffan touching her. The sensation her fingers created, coupled with  the heated images inside her mind, made Saffi arch up in blatant need.  "Yes."

Saffi's desire-coated voice almost pushed him to the edge.

She looked at him and could have wept when she realized he still had his  black briefs on. "I want you naked," she half-demanded, half-begged in a  voice tremulous with need.

And he wanted to fuck her, over and over, until she would be completely filled with his cum.

Staffan managed to say, "Then open yourself to me." When she stared at him with wide eyes, he gritted out, "Now!"

The command made her whimper again, but it also heightened the need  inside her, making her almost desperate to do what he asked. When she  reached for herself for two hands, he shook his head.

"Just one hand."

Her left hand fell back while her other hand moved closer. And then she  was parting her own folds, pulling it open as widely as she could with  her thumb and middle finger. She gasped as she stretched herself open.  It made her feel so beautifully exposed to Staffan's ravenous gaze.

Staffan reached for his briefs and pulled it down.

When he straightened, his dick was finally out for her to see, big, long, and oh so hard and eager to be inside her.

Saffi moaned again. "Staffan!" Now she realized why he wanted her one  hand free. Because he knew she would need it to touch herself. And so  she did.

The sight of Saffi touching herself, of wanting him so much she had to  masturbate, demolished what little control he had over himself.

"Staffaaaaan!"

Suddenly he was there, down on his knees, head between her legs, and  mouth  –  oh his wonderful wicked mouth was on her flesh. He started to  lick her, hard enough that she went completely limp in desire. Her body  fell back and her hands gripped the table's edge behind her head.

"Staffan!" She couldn't help screaming his name as he continued to  torment her with his tongue, which danced just as beautifully as the  rest of his body. She felt Staffan pushing her legs up and then placing  them over his shoulders. She immediately locked her legs around his  neck.

Saffi's pink, quivering pussy was the best he had ever tasted. Staffan  didn't know why. He simply knew it was so, and right now the fact that  her pussy was the best he ever had was more than fucking enough for his  dick.

"Staffan!" Her screams were making it harder and harder for him to  control himself. Staffan had planned to torment her, to seduce her into  telling the truth but right now he knew those plans were going to hell.  He hadn't counted on being insane with need, of dying if he did not let  his dick bury itself in her moist, warm passage.

"Staffan!" His name broke out in a shocked gasp as she suddenly found  herself being carried, her thighs resting on his shoulders, his mouth  still on her. She swayed and had to grip his hair for balance, but still  Staffan kept moving until he reached the bed.

He knelt on the bed before slowly lowering Saffi on her back, even as his kiss relentlessly continued in driving her mad.

"I'm c-coming!" Her legs dropped from his shoulders and fell splayed open on the bed.

He moved up to bite her clit. "Is that so?"

She screamed and beat his shoulder, hating and loving the taunting tone  of his voice. Her head tossed and turned on the pillow. "Staffan,  please."

"What is it?"

She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment even as she gritted out, "Make me come!"

He laughed, the sound triumphant and possessive. "As you wish, H." He thrust his tongue in.

It was more than enough.

She came with a scream, her body jerking at the strength of her release.

Staffan pulled himself up, knowing it was the optimal time to take her virginity.

Her dazed eyes met his, desire and understanding in it. "Staffan," she  whispered as his arms rested against each side of her face.

"I'm going to take your virginity now."

She nodded.

He buried his dick, and her wet and quivering pussy took him all in, her  own release smoothing and easing his passage. There was no pain, and he  was more than glad for it. He hadn't wanted to see his Saffi hurt for  any reason.

Saffi could feel the last of her juices dripping out of her, but even so  she could already feel her desire building, her inner muscles slowly  tightening around Staffan's dick, which felt wondrously large and thick,  almost too much so.

Above her, Staffan's jaw was clenched hard, and she knew he was exercising extraordinary control to keep himself moving.

My love, she thought.

The sudden reappearance of the dreamy smile he was so fascinated with made his body jerk.

She gasped.

He gritted his teeth. "Fuck. Sorry. Does it still---"

Her smile came back, and its emotion was mirrored by her doe-like eyes as she looked up at him. "Do it again."

Staffan didn't need to be asked twice.

He pulled almost all the way out before sinking in.

She moaned.

He did it again and again, reining in his impulse to ram into her like a  stallion in a rut. Staffan was rewarded just a few moments later as  Saffi's hands crept over his shoulders, her nails reaching into his back  before digging deep into his skin.

"More."

One hand went under her nape while another went under her butt. And then  without warning, he was pounding into her, fast, hard, and furious and  all she could do was hang on to him and let Staffan take her as he  willed.

The positions of his hands took away her equilibrium, making it seem as  if she was but a doll that was entirely his to please. And she loved it.  Every second of it. Every way of it. She wanted more and wished it  would never end.

"More, Staffan," she panted, shameless now in her need, deliberately spurring him to possess her.

"Fuck!" Her words inflamed him, and his hips began to pump into her more furiously.

Saffi's head fell back, her nails digging deeper. "Staffan."

"I know, baby."

That one term of endearment did it for her.

She screamed, convulsing around him.

"FUCK!" He pistoned into her as fast as he could, his balls slapping  heavily against her pussy. And then he was there, too, joining her over  the edge of their release, and he shouted her name as he shot his cum  inside her.

When his body fell heavily on top of her, she immediately tightened her  arms around him. Her legs went around his hips, too, and she wished it  was enough to keep his dick and his cum inside her.

Staffan braced himself on his elbows to look at Saffi searchingly. "You're okay?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes."

"Anything else you want to say?" he prodded finally, wondering if she would tell the truth now.

She nodded.

He braced himself again, this time for hearing the truth. "What is it?"

Saffi placed her hand on his cheek, and Staffan felt it shaking hard  against his skin. "You were worth waiting for," she whispered.

Goddammit to hell.

He closed his eyes, not wanting the soft dreamy smile on Saffi's face to  completely break the walls he had erected around his heart.

She was too fucking late.

If he had met her before Chloe, perhaps they had a chance.

But not now  –  not when he knew the fucking truth about the harsh realities of the world.

When it was clear he wouldn't speak, Saffi told herself she wasn't  disappointed. Did she really think he'd fall in love with her just  because she had given him her virginity? He was Staffan Aehrenthal and  she was  –  nobody. She wasn't even Saffi March, who was just barely  better than her "H" persona.

She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips telling him without words that he did not have to say anything.

Staffan rolled them over, Saffi lying on his chest. In moments, his  little starry-eyed charmer was asleep. He lied awake the whole night,  savoring the feel of Saffi in his arms, and knowing that he was about to  take a huge risk tomorrow.

He had to do something to make the truth clear to Saffi. They would be  good together. He could feel it in his bones. They would be even better  than how he and his traitorous bitch of an ex had been.

But for that to happen, he had to do something despicable first.         

     



 

Those stars in her eyes had to go.





Chapter Six




Saffi March changed her status to It's complicated.



Staffan woke up to find Saffi gone from his bed. The knowledge made him  completely awake … and desperate. He threw the covers away and stalked out  of the bed. "Saffi?" He paused, waiting and hoping she would answer  somewhere from the suite.

But there was nothing.

His fists clenched. "Saffi?" This time he didn't bother keeping his volume down.