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thirty-seven

The entrance of the tunnel was underneath a tree that looked like it could come alive any second and smite you with tentacle-like branches. It must have been some sort of a willow tree on steroids, with deep green leaves and roots as thick as my thighs.

We had to leave the carriage behind because you could only get to it by walking. The trees around it were too dense, like someone had planted them on purpose to protect this old giant.

Raja walked ahead.

Rune had my hand in his, and in the other was a leather bag full of food and water he’d gotten for the road. My mind was buzzing with the stories he’d told me of how the creatures here behaved and what magic they possessed and which meant which. The sky was completely dark and from here we couldn’t see the part of Verenthia that the sunlight hit nor the lake. All we saw were trees.

Raja knew exactly where she was going. Once she pushed aside the large long branches of the tree, she let us through first, and it felt like we were inside to be under that tree. The distant sound of birds and leaves moving with the soft wind was cut off completely.

She said nothing as she took us to the other side of the giant trunk. It was five times the width of my shoulders, if not more, and it had the strangest bark I’d ever seen, like it was made out of roots all the way up to the branches, and they slithered all around it like snakes. I’d have hesitated to go near it if Rune hadn’t been holding my hand.

When she found the spot she was looking for, Raja kneeled down and touched the thick roots that indeed looked like tentacles as they went in and out of the ground. Rune raised his other hand and let out light, three circles as big as my fist that slowly transformed into birds identical to the one he always made for me. And the birds went closer to Raja because she apparently needed to see what she was doing, find what she was looking for, which was, unsurprisingly, a root. A specific root, I figured, and when she did find it and pulled it up, it didn’t look any different than the others at its sides.

But the ground groaned and shook anyway.

Rune and I stepped back when she rose to her feet again, and I watched in awe as the roots that wrapped around the trunk moved, slithered away like living things for real, to make way for a hole in the bottom half of the tree, as well as the ground near it.

I held onto Rune’s hand with both of mine as my heart hammered, afraid and excited at the same time. The whole thing didn’t last longer than a minute, but I saw it happening with my own eyes. I saw that tree change shape and open up like it had a mouth of its own.

Fucking hell, how many more strange, terrifying, amazing things was I going to witness in this place before I left?

Raja stepped aside, then looked up at the three birds flying over us. “An unnecessary waste of energy, Rune.”

“I have plenty,” Rune said, and he let go of me for a moment to go to her. He put his hands on her arms and lowered his forehead to hers. It must have been some kind of greeting because Raja put her hands over his, and they both closed their eyes for a moment.

“Thank you, Raja,” Rune said, and stepped back.

“No thanks needed,” she said. “Ever.”

“I’ll send word whenever I can.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Her hand slowly moved up to his face, and for a moment, the expression in her eyes changed. Became softer. “Be careful and be fast.”

“I will,” Rune promised and offered her one of those rare full smiles before he turned to me. “Ready?”

Not even close, but I nodded anyway. “Let’s go.”

He reached for my hand and I took it. Raja looked down at me with those sharp arches on her brows but said nothing. It would have been easier to just keep my mouth shut and let Rune lead me away, but I thought I might regret it later if I left without a word because this woman really seemed to care about Rune.

“Thank you, Raja. I hope I’ll be able to return the favor one day.” Which was probably never going to happen, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to say.

Nothing, not even a you’re welcome, but I wasn’t offended. I just followed Rune into the dark hole in the ground and the side of the tree.

Stairs.

I was holding my breath, squeezing his hand with both of mine, and the three birds flew ahead of us to reveal where we were going. Stairs underneath my feet, small and made of dirt, and the darkness stretched far beyond where the light of the birds reached, but Rune kept on moving slowly. Steadily. His every step precise.

It wasn’t until the tenth step that we heard the sound from behind us—the ground and the tree closing again, locking us underground.

Not going to lie, I was scared shitless, and I’d stopped moving without even realizing it.

Suddenly Rune was in front of me, the birds flying silently over his head. “Look at me, Wildcat,” he said. “We’re safe here. I’ve been in this tunnel more than twenty times now. We’re safe. Look.”

He stepped behind me and kept his hands on my shoulders as the birds flew farther and farther away to show me that the tunnel was indeed over ten feet wide, and the ceiling made out of dirt was almost twice as high as the ceiling in that carriage. There was only soil and thin roots coming through on all sides, but that’s it.

Dirt and rocks—nothing else.

“How does Raja know about this tunnel again?” I asked, and my voice echoed infinitely, but no other sound came back at us from anywhere.

“Because she is Blackwater’s Keeper of Secrets,” he said. “This tunnel was built by the fae to travel back and forth between most territories of upper Verenthia. Nobody uses it anymore because there are very few alliances between the species that live here today. Only a couple vampires knew about the existence of this tunnel until Raja took her title.”

Stepping to my side, he brought the leather bag forward and pulled something out—a pair of soft looking brown boots that went up to the knee.

Here I thought he’d only brought food and water in it.

“I basically stole these from her drawer, but I doubt she’ll mind. I think they’ll fit you right,” Rune said, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of me.

“Are you serious? You stole from Raja?! She’s going to be furious!”

But Rune didn’t care when he pulled up my wounded leg that I no longer even felt throbbing and took off my sneaker.

“By the time she gets back home, we’ll be long gone.” He looked up at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Put your foot in.”

Yes, he was holding the boot up for me, and I was not about to tell him that I could do it myself. No, sir, because the sight of him on his knees like that appealed to some wild and deep instinct inside me that I couldn’t control at all. So, I put my foot in the boot and watched him smooth the leather against my leg.

I was in awe of this man.

“How’s that? Does it fit?”

“Perfectly,” I said, and I was already out of breath.

“Thought so. I measured your foot at the lake,” he said as he wrapped the long laces around my leg and tied them into a ribbon in front of my shin.

I followed his every movement intently while he put the other boot on me as well, tied it up nice and tightly.

“These are not fit for the rougher terrain farther down the tunnel. We can take them with if you’d like,” he said, showing me my old, worn, and almost completely ruined sneakers.

I shook my head. “Leave them. These will do just fine.” The boots were so comfortable it felt like I had only socks on my feet.

“The cloak is in my bag. Let me know if you get cold.” Rune tossed my sneakers to the side, then took my hand in his and continued to lead me ahead, just like that, his every movement fluid, not an ounce of hesitation anywhere on him.

Did I mention that I was in awe of him?

“What exactly does a Keeper of Secrets do?” I asked after a moment when I got my thoughts together.

Rune answered eagerly. “Keeps the long-forgotten secrets of a species. Usually seers do it, as they can see into the past and the future, but with seers being born so rarely, every land in Verenthia chooses a Keeper to ensure that their secrets both remain secrets and survive time.”

“Does the Seelie Court have a Keeper of Secrets, too?”

“They do. The seer that saw your life bond with the prince,” Rune said. “She’s one of the only two seers that currently live on our continent.”

“And where is the other?”

“Midnight Court.” The court that was his home. The court of the king who banished him.

I didn’t know the guy, but I agreed with Raja wholeheartedly—he sounded like a fucking pig to banish a six-year-old boy alone and leave him to be eaten. What kind of a king would do that to his subjects?

Still, I said nothing because I didn’t want Rune to even think about it and ruin his mood.

“I believe I have a slightly better understanding of your world now, Mr. Moody. You were very thorough,” I said, and he flashed me a grin before he let go of my hand and pulled me under his arm.

Heaven, I tell you . Heaven .

“What about your world? What can you tell me about it?” he asked.

My heart jumped. “Oh, there are a lot of things I could tell you about my world. For example, it is huge. Over seven billion people live on Earth—imagine that.”

“That does sound like a lot,” he said.

“Mhm, and we don’t have magic, but we have science and technology and senseless superstitions and this wonderful thing called the Internet,” I said, and I sounded so cheerful, I even surprised myself.

Never in a million years could I have thought I’d be excited to tell someone about my planet—or that I’d ever talk to someone who wasn’t from my planet—but my life had taken so many strange twists and turns lately.

And you know what? It wasn’t so bad, was it? After everything that had happened, I’d say it wasn’t so bad at all.

“Okay, now I’m intrigued. What else?” Rune asked.

So, I started to tell him everything that came to mind about home. About the seven wonders of the world, about the moon landing, about our art and artists, about the pyramids, and the Great Wall of China and the Grand Canyon. I told him about cars and planes and trains and boats, even what little I knew about submarines and space rockets.

I spoke for what felt like hours and Rune asked me questions relentlessly, caught up in every single word I said. He cared—he really cared—and he seemed actually fascinated by what I told him, which made me feel so damn proud it was almost funny.

That’s how almost half of our journey into the tunnel went.

* * *

How weird was it that I was having a better time now that I did at any point since I came here?

I was in a tunnel underground, yes, but Rune was with me, and there was nobody else here, just the birds. Nobody to watch out for, nobody to hide from, nobody who wanted to kill me or drink my blood or fuck me until I died.

Nobody, just me and Rune, and I forgot where we were so quickly. The ceiling was high and there was plenty of air to breathe down here, and the temperature was perfect, although slightly hot. I was not complaining. In fact, if the entire way to the Seelie Court had been through this tunnel, I’d have loved every second of it.

The boots were perfection. So lightweight and they didn’t slip when we crossed particularly muddy areas or slippery rocks that covered the ground here and there. But even so, after possibly four hours of nonstop walking, I got tired. I got hungry and thirsty, and I wanted a break. Rune said he had a spot where he always stopped to rest when coming to visit Raja, so that’s where we went.

It was this wide, rounded out space, with walls made out of grey rocks, smooth and cut out so perfectly, like someone had just scooped a dent into it with a giant ice cream scoop.

Rune took us to the very end, and we sat with our backs against the rocks. He took out the wooden boxes he’d carried in his bag, one with pieces of fruit—grapes and watermelon, what I’d eaten the most during dinner with Raja—one with bread and cheese, and the third with grilled fish. He had a large metal bottle full of water, too, and he set everything on his lap, then basically fed me while he asked me questions.

“So, they all just believed in him? Called him a god?” he asked while putting a piece of cheese in my mouth.

“The god of all gods, actually. Zeus with his lightning bolts. It’s one of my favorite mythologies, the Greek one. So many interesting characters. The stories are incredibly rich. Even today, they have a gigantic statue of him somewhere in Greece.”

“But they are stories, I understand that. The belief is where I’m having trouble,” Rune said.

“You should hear about the Norse gods, too, and Asgard—oh, and Loki, who might be one of my favorite characters of all times,” I said as I ate. “They make movies about them, too. All of them—the Greek gods and the Norse gods, about Jesus and Noah and Mohammed.”

“The glass screen?”

I smiled. “The TV , yes. But the cinema is where you get the best experience watching movies. You get to eat popcorn and drink soda and you have this gigantic screen in front of you and enough sound that you can’t even hear your own self thinking.” And while I was at it, I thought, damn, I miss the movies.

“I would actually love to see that,” Rune said after a while, and my stomach twisted instantly.

“Then you should come,” I said, slowly turning to him as the idea took hold of my mind and promised to never let me go. Suddenly my heart was beating fast, too, because an option. That sounded like a fucking option, just when I’d convinced myself that there were none.

“To Earth?” Rune said, popping a grape in his mouth.

“Yes—to Earth. You should come with me. There’s so much to see, and we can see everything together.” I gripped his wrist and squeezed tightly until he looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “You should come with me to Earth.”

And that was the solution to every problem I had ever had. All of them.

Until Rune said, “I can’t do that, Wildcat. I could never survive on Earth.”

There went my hope, crashing and burning right in front of my feet again. “But…but Helid was. And the prince. You were there, too, spying on us.”

“I mean, I couldn’t survive on Earth for long. We can come to your realm any time we want, and a little distance from Verenthia doesn’t harm a fae. But weeks and months do.”

I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”

“We’re magic. We’re fae. We’re tied to the land, to the magic in it. Without it, we fade. Without it, we simply cease to exist,” Rune said, touching my cheek with the back of his fingers, smiling sadly.

“Oh.” Yes, that made perfect sense, even if I wished it didn’t. “Just…just to visit then?”

“I will,” Rune said. “Lyall would have to allow it, but I will.” And he held up a grape in front of my mouth until I opened wide and pulled it between my teeth.

All that mood, all that excitement I’d had for hours now as I told him about my home faded away so quickly.

“I’m full. Thank you,” I said, though I wasn’t really sure if I meant full of food or just full of disappointment. Regardless—I leaned against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist and closed my eyes for a moment.

There would be ways, wouldn’t there? Because the first thing I’d ask the prince the moment he woke up was to allow Rune to come to Earth with me for as long as he could. That would be my first request, and I was sure he’d grant it. Just as soon as he woke up.

And the second thing I would ask was to allow me to come visit, too. Never mind that that would mean that I’d have to stay home, close to the Aetherway. Never mind that part of me felt like I’d already decided that I was never going to leave Lavender Hill behind.

Slowly, Rune pushed away the food and put his arm around me, pulled me to his chest, almost over his lap.

The sudden silence in the tunnel got to me, but when I lay my head over his chest and heard his heartbeat, it got better.

Only until my mind, my worst enemy, reminded me of the fact that no matter what I did after this was over, Rune and I were never going to be like this again. Only until my memories reminded me of the fact that we actually really lived in different worlds.

“This must be some kind of a cosmic fucking joke,” I muttered against his shoulder.

Here I thought I was never going to find a guy to make me feel like they described in books and movies, and when I did find him, it figured that he was a literal world away.

“Even if it is, these are still some of the best days of my life,” Rune whispered. He could have just stabbed me in the gut. Would have hurt less.

I raised my head and kissed the side of his neck. “Mine, too,” I whispered against his skin and felt the goose bumps that erupted all over him instantly.

Rune growled. “It’s like you have some kind of power over me,” he said, and again, it felt like my stomach dropped all the way to my heels. I wondered if maybe now was the right time to tell him about the light in my hands and about the things that float on air in my room sometimes—which I was equally sure happened only in my imagination and also that it was a hundred percent real.

So hard to explain.

But before I could even think to start trying, Rune’s lips fell on mine gently, like snowflakes and feathers, cotton candy and marshmallows. He was sweet and he was salty, he was every taste on my tongue, slipping inside me, filling me with a kind of energy I never knew I could experience.

We kissed slowly for a while, until I couldn’t feel my body at all. Until I was numb all over because all of me belonged to that kiss.

Rune pulled me a little, and I dragged myself a little, and before I knew it, I was sitting on his lap. My arms were around his neck and his were around my waist, and it was perfect. The tunnel no longer existed. Our worlds no longer mattered. Just the two of us and where we connected.

We took our time to explore one another, to kiss gently and bite fiercely, to taste every inch of each other’s faces and necks, to run our hands over each other’s bodies until we were made of pure heat.

Then Rune said, “We should stop.” Whispered it right into my mouth before he kissed me again, showed me how much he really believed in those words. How much he hoped we wouldn’t.

“Probably,” I whispered back, sticking my hand down his neck and underneath his shirt to touch the smooth skin of his back, all those muscles underneath. Every curve of him.

“It’s almost over,” Rune said, pulling me to him tighter, biting my jaw, pushing my dress up as he touched my leg and gripped my thigh.

“Almost,” I breathed, and I moved back a little, just enough so I could put my legs on either side of his and straddle him.

Rune froze, eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavily. I put my arms around his neck again and pressed my chest to his.

“I thought you were moving away,” he confessed, which I guessed when he suddenly stopped moving like that.

“I’m not going anywhere.” And I kissed him.

We picked up the rhythm and we moved against each other. Being on his lap might be my favorite thing to do so far because of how much control I had and how free I was to move against him, set my pace. Because of how easy it was for him to reach every part of me as well.

The buttons of my dress were undone a minute in, my boobs in his hand. His other was under my dress, on my ass, on my hip, giving strength to my thrusts, moving me in a perfect rhythm. My pussy rubbed against his erection, and I was close to coming just like that without feeling him on my skin at all, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to be naked with him first.

So, while he gripped me by the hips and moved me on his cock, I undid the corset ties as well as I could and pulled the dress off me completely. Next went my bra, and then I was only wearing those boots and my panties that he had found in the pocket of that cloak and washed for me.

Rune slowed down his movements as he looked down at my body with his lips parted, analyzed me inch by inch.

When he met my eyes, the question in his was evident.

“One more time,” I whispered, and slowly stood up to take my panties off, but I left the boots. Too much of a hassle to untie those laces.

Rune moved, too, jumped to his feet instantly, gripped me by the waist to hold me in place. The birds flew closer to help him see better. I closed my eyes and let him analyze me as much as he wanted, knowing I was going to die of embarrassment when I thought about this part tomorrow, but right now I loved it. I loved his eyes on me. I loved the desire I ignited in them.

He touched me both gently and roughly at the same time, a soft touch before squeezing my boob, a soft trail of my collarbone before he reached behind to grip my ass. His hands were everywhere on me and he took his time until he’d memorized every shape and every curve he could.

He then moved around me and to my back, pushed my hair over my shoulder and touched my skin, trailed his fingertips down to the small of my back, to my ass. He took his own clothes off while he planted kisses on my shoulders from behind, then lowered on his knees. I tried to move, to turn toward him, but he grabbed me by the waist again and held me there. Proceeded to kiss me and lick me and bite my ass cheeks until I moaned out his name.

God, I was so turned on I was shaking.

And by the time Rune was done marking my skin with his teeth, he came in front of me, completely naked, made for my eyes to feast on. Every part of him was perfect, every muscle and every hair on his skin exactly right. I watched him in awe as he reached for the bag and pulled out the cloak, spreading it on the ground.

“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed without needing to think. His lips were on mine, his hands on my body, but he didn’t let me lie down or sit—or even get to my knees. I was dying to taste him.

Before I could ask, he was behind me again, touching and biting me hard, but it never hurt. It all translated into pleasure.

“Bend over,” Rune ordered, his voice thick, hoarse. “Hands on the wall.”

Again, I obeyed, bent over and put my hands on the stone wall without question. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do to me exactly, until I felt his tongue on my pussy.

My eyes closed and my back arched all the way. Rune was on his knees behind me, and he licked me slowly, savoring every little taste. The way I screamed out his name could probably be heard on either side of this tunnel, but right now I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing, and never stop.

Rune picked up the rhythm soon, and his tongue was all I knew. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was on my tiptoes, moving only as much as he allowed me while his tongue thrust as deep inside me as it could go. With one hand he held me by the hips, and eventually he brought the other forward, down my pelvis and to my clit, and he started rubbing me at the same time.

Fuck, he felt so good. Better than before. Like his tongue knew all the secrets between my legs and he was using that knowledge to get me to the edge within the minute.

But Rune said, “Don’t come yet.” And disobeying him wasn’t an option, not anymore. Not when he’d showed me that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he’d take care of me better than I would know how to ask to be taken care of. So, I tried to dig my fingers into the damn rock as I held myself back, caught between my instincts to move my hips against his face, and to stand still so I could make it last.

It was the sweetest torture I’d ever endured.

“You like that, Wildcat?” Rune said between kisses, and the wet sounds his mouth and tongue made as he had his way with me were enough to drive me completely insane. “You like my face on your pussy?”

“Yes,” I choked, trying to push back harder, to feel more of him.

“You taste better than anything any world has to offer,” he told me, and with one last thrust of his tongue inside me, he stood up. “I could eat you all day every day. I’d never get enough.” With a hand on the small of my back, he pushed me farther down until I was bent all the way for him, and the anticipation was already killing me.

“We’re going to take it slow this time, make sure you don’t hurt,” he said, bringing the tip of his cock to my folds from behind, teasing me slowly.

All I knew how to do was moan and scream, sometimes whisper his name because I didn’t really know what was best— he did. He could do with me whatever he wanted, go fast or slow, standing or sitting or lying down. I was completely at his mercy.

True to his word, Rune went slowly this time, slipping his tip inside me, moaning as he held me tightly by the hips. I was on my tiptoes, my ass in the air as far as I could get it, and I begged him please, Rune, please.

He delivered.

Bringing his hand forward, he pressed his fingers to my clit and rubbed me in circles as he slowly came inside me deeper and deeper. Fuck, I kept forgetting how big he was, how much he stretched me when he was inside me, but this time there was no pain at all. He moved slowly, came inside me inch by little inch, giving my body plenty of time to adjust. It felt so good my knees were shaking, my arms were shaking, and if he wasn’t holding me by the hips I would have collapsed by now.

But Rune didn’t let go for a second. When he was all the way inside me, he moved up and down as if to stretch me wider, moaning together with me, his grip on my hips shaking, too. The thought that it felt this good for him as well almost brought me over the edge. It had so much power, the idea of pleasing him. More so than I could have imagined.

“Did it hurt?” Rune whispered, keeping himself inside me to the base for a moment.

“No,” I whispered. “Not even a little bit.”

“Good girl,” he said, and there went my knees again, about to give up on me, but then Rune pulled me up.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me up until my back was against his chest, his cock still buried inside me. I was on my tiptoes and he had his knees bent because he was much taller than me, but it worked. Somehow, it worked.

We stayed like that for a minute, and it might be the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. His hands were all over me and his mouth was on my neck, my shoulder. He touched me like he had been starving for me until this moment, his hands on every inch of me he could reach, tracing my every curve and every edge, again—gently and roughly and everywhere in between.

“Your body is my map to heaven, wildling. The stars must have made you for me,” Rune whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I whispered back. I agreed wholeheartedly. I was made for this man no matter where I came from or where I was going.

Wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place, Rune moaned as he pushed himself deeper inside me. Then he pulled back, almost took himself out of me all the way, before he thrust forward again with twice as much strength. The feel of him was so delicious, I screamed.

He held all my weight with his arm, his other hand in my hair, fisting it, pulling my head to the side so he could claim my lips while he fucked me. My moans became louder the more of him I felt until I was begging him to move faster, and he didn’t hesitate. He took us even closer to the stone wall, put my hands against it. He pulled me by the hips until I was on my tiptoes again, then continued to pound into me from behind.

I came embarrassingly fast. His fingers were on my clit and he was rising on his tiptoes, too, to give me all his length. The second time he did it, I let go, pushing my hips back as far as I could, and Rune didn’t move. He let me have all of him as he continued to rub me, making the orgasm last twice as long.

I thought I’d be exhausted by then, completely spent, but instead I had more energy than before. I wanted more of him—I wanted everything.

So, when he continued to fuck me, I bent over all the way again and pushed him back with my hips, because I wanted to feel him like that, too. He reached new depths in that position, and I was never for a second not aroused, even though I’d just come seconds ago.

Rune muttered under his breath words I couldn’t even hear properly because my ears were full of the sound of our skins when his pelvis slammed onto my ass.

It was perfect, but the more of his cock I felt inside me, the more I wanted to taste him. And since this would be the last time we were in this tunnel, so secluded and literally away from the whole world, I was going to have exactly what I wanted.

“Rune, stop,” I whispered, and he did so immediately. He moved back, hands on my hips still.

“Does it hurt?”

I turned around and, yes, my legs were absolutely numb. Could hardly feel them when I went closer to him, to see his face, his bloodshot eyes wide and his lips parted while his chest rose and fell as fast as mine. His hair was all over the place, and I reached up and smoothed it behind his head while he wrapped his arms around me automatically, analyzing every inch of my face, waiting for an answer. And I thought, how in the world did I get so damn lucky?

“No,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips. “But I want to taste you.”

His eyes closed and he moaned. Reaching down for his cock, I rose on my tiptoes and put it between my thighs, the length of him against my slick folds.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I whispered, something I might be embarrassed about tomorrow, but I needed all of him today.

His tongue was in my mouth the next second and he kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. I was burning to feel him in my mouth now that the idea had gotten ahold of me, so the moment he let go, I fell to my knees, and gave my legs a much needed break, too. Rune growled as he looked down at me, his hands on my hair, pushing it away from my face, wrapping it around his fist like rope.

And his cock was right in front of me, hard and thick and glistening with my juices still. I took him in my shaking hands and held him up, and fuck, I wanted to do this right. As excited as I was, I wanted to take my time and I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed everything he did to me. So, I looked up at him and our eyes locked before I stuck out my tongue and flicked it over his tip.

Rune leaned forward like he was about to lose his balance and put his hand against the wall behind me. I continued to lick the surface of him, taste my own sweetness as well as him, and I looked up as much as I could before I lost myself to the sensation. Before I wrapped my lips around his tip and took him in my mouth all the way until he was against my throat.

His moans filled my head. My eyes closed and I focused on the taste of him, on feeling him against my tongue, and fuck, he was so much more delicious than I thought he would be. Soft and smooth skin pulsating with warmth against my tongue, and the harder I sucked him and the faster I moved, the more violent the thrust of his hips and the harder he pulled on my hair.

Pleasing him was definitely one of the highlights of my life now, and the more he moaned my name, the wetter I got between my legs. I was so turned on I wanted to devour him completely for hours, but Rune didn’t last for much longer.

Pulling me back by the hair, he straightened up again, brought his other hand around my chin, and he took over. He held my head in place and slowly moved in and out of my mouth, looking down at my lips wrapped around his cock like it was a damn miracle. Tears streamed from my eyes. He was big enough that not even half of him fit me before the tip of him reached the back of my throat.

“Ready?” he said only a few seconds in, and I didn’t get the chance to even bob my head. He thrust himself deep inside me, and his warm cum spilled down my throat.

I’d never done this before, but Betty had, and she had said it was easy— just swallow as it comes .

She was absolutely right.

And no—there is no such thing as too much information between girlfriends. I was thankful for it now because I didn’t even panic. Instead, I enjoyed every second of it, and I was already thinking about when I could do this again when Rune pulled himself out of my mouth and fell on his knees in front of me.

The answer was so simple it nearly brought me to real tears—I wouldn’t.

His hands were on my face. I closed my eyes, afraid he’d see my sudden desperation, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I wanted to hold on to this for as long as possible.

Rune hugged me, and my cheek was pressed to his chest, so I heard his heart galloping at the same speed as mine. I wrapped my arms around his torso, too, and we stayed there for a while to cool down, catch our breath—while the ugly voice in my head that wouldn’t leave me alone whispered, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over for real.