Her Swedish Billionaire's Baby(41)

 

Bjorn palmed her right breast with one hand as he kissed her, sliding it up under her frilly blouse and undoing her bra with one hand to get to her skin. Samara spared one moment to wish they were horizontal since it would be more comfortable, but then his fingers on her nipple distracted her.

 

She kissed back with as much passion as she could muster, and Bjorn stopped rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger to unzip her skirt . Once he had pushed it down enough to push her underwear out of the way, he let her legs slide to the floor even though Samara wasn’t sure she could hold up her own weight.

 

Then Bjorn dropped to his knees before her, and Samara really wasn't sure her legs could hold her. She’d never had a man’s tongue so close to her center; and she really couldn’t see much over the baby bump but whatever he was doing was making bolts of electricity zoom everywhere, all over her body, and making her tremble.

 

As Bjorn's tongue was licking away at her clit, Samara wished she'd spent more time making sure everything was fresh and clean down there because it was certainly making her self conscious. Bjorn didn’t seem to mind though. He tugged down her skirt and panties the rest of the way and Samara had enough forethought to step out of them as Bjorn spread her open and sucked her clit into his mouth.

 

"Fuck!" Samara shrieked when Bjorn slid the middle finger of his right hand inside of her, and pressed against her G-spot. She'd read about it but wasn't sure it was ever going to apply to her, and now Samara knew why hindsight was 20/20. Bjorn rubbed her clit with his tongue and her G-spot with his finger and though the dual stimulation kind of felt like she was going to pee, it also sent her spiraling into an unexpectedly intense orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

 

She thought that was it, that she'd come and Bjorn would pull off her and fuck her now, but she was wrong because Bjorn just added another finger and kept licking at her clit until she was so sensitive with the stimulation that she was practically humping his face with her hips. Samara had never been this turned on, ever. After the second, third and fourth orgasms, Samara couldn’t take it anymore and pushed Bjorn's head away to kiss him deeply – ignoring the taste of herself on his mouth – and yanked off the rest of Bjorn's clothes. "Bedroom," Bjorn said sharply and Samara lead the way in a hurry, afraid that if Bjorn walked away for even a second, he'd have second thoughts and decide they were done.

 

It took her a second to divest of her fluffy blouse and put one knee on the bed, turning to watch Bjorn come in, shedding clothes as he did. She flopped down on the bed, making herself comfortable on the pillows so that she wouldn’t get cramped if she had to maintain one position for too long. Bjorn and his impressive physique loomed over her as he studied her, head to toe, eyes almost black with lust. She held out a hand to him and he came to her.

 

A moment later and Samara wished she'd actually thought this all the way through. The angle was all wrong, and she could feel her leg cramping. She didn’t want to say anything but Bjorn had already noticed. He was pulling away. She grabbed him by the hips to keep him where he was because she was pretty sure it'd hurt worse if he stopped now, and it hurt badly enough as it was. "Yes, it twinges a bit" she said, because lying was pointless now. "But I don't care. I want you to."

 

It sounded like bad porn dialogue, but Bjorn seemed to buy it, settling in the rest of the way and holding himself still even though she could feel him trembling under her hands. "Just tell me when you're okay," he said, and kissed her. She captured his tongue between her lips and sucked on the slick muscle, thrusting her hips on him a little when he groaned. "Seriously, you're killing me," he muttered when she let his mouth free.

 

"So fuck me," she challenged, and wrapped her other leg around his waist.

 

Bjorn wasted no time, thrusting into her shallowly but with steadily increasing movements until he was practically pulling all the way out before sliding back in. Samara orgasmed twice without any other stimulation than that, and Bjorn swore each time she did, his face tightened with holding back.

 

"Come on, Bjorn," she whispered in his ear before playfully biting his earlobe.

 

He slid a hand between them and thumbed her clit just to hear her shriek and when she came for the third time – though it was actually the seventh – that's when he joined her, coming with an atonal grunt.

 

They lay there for about an hour, and Samara started to fall asleep even though she was getting cold. Bjorn dragged the duvet from below her and tucked her into bed when she started shivering, then got in beside her, kissing her on the forehead.