Page 23 of Thunder Thighs
I glanced around the room, letting out a sigh. Mid-season was normally our busiest time, but tonight's storm had kept even our most foolhardy and dedicated patrons indoors. The windows of the bar shook as thunder crashed outside.
"Go take off," I told her with a head jerk. "I'll close up."
She grinned, offering me a wave. "I'll catch you tomorrow." I locked the door behind her, moving about the bar. I needed to restock a few small things, mop the floor, cash out the till, then I could finally head home.
I was nearly finished when the front doors jingled, opening.
A man stepped through, thunder rumbling loudly overhead as he paused in the doorway, the doors slapping closed behind him. Windblown, water dripping off his clothes and onto the clean floor, he was still the most attractive man I'd ever seen. His eyes caught mine, a small smile pulling at one side of his mouth. He turned, locking the door then striding across the floor to take a seat at my bar.
I met his gaze, letting the naked desire in his heat my blood. I sashayed over to the bar, my green dress doing nothing to hide the curves of my body. I leaned against the counter, purposefully letting him catch a glimpse down my top.
"What can I get you, Viking?" I asked in a husky whisper.
"The same thing I wanted ten years ago," Gunnar rasped out. "You."
I slowly rounded the bar, coming to stand in the gap between his legs. His hands reached out, settling on my hips.
"Missed you, baby."
I sighed, letting my body fall against his. Our lips met, our tongues tangling in a hot mess of wet want.
"Gotta taste you," he grunted slipping from the bar and hauling me over the room across to one of the long wood tables. He lifted me up, laying me out on the wood like I were the feast and he, the hungry Viking.
He pushed the skirt of my dress up, making a sound in his throat when he realized, I wasn't wearing panties.
"Naughty girl," he dropped his head, his tongue finding my wetness, seeking out my clit with purposeful, talented, priority.
"Gunnar!" I grasped his hair in my hands, pressing him closer to me as he devoured me. His lips, tongue and fingers drove me wild as they danced across my sensitive flesh, pushing me higher.
"Please!" I begged when he withdrew. "I need you."
He stood, his hands dropping to his fly. "You miss me, baby?"
"So much," I admitted, watching hungrily as he teased me, drawing down his zipper with agonizing speed.
"Good." He pulled his pants down only far enough to reveal his member. Big, thick, and wonderfully hard, he stroked it while watching my chest heave with need. " You want this?" He gave a slow tug from base to crown, precum glistening in the dim light.
"Yes," I breathed the word, entranced by his actions.
"Where?"
"Cunt now, mouth later." I told him; my need too great to consider waiting any longer.
"Good girl," his praise hit me right in my crotch, wet slicking down my thighs.
He brought his cock to my entrance, teasing me for just a moment.
"Please Gun-" I strangled the rest of his name as he surged forward, bottoming out. His cock hit me, full and to the root.
"Fuck!" He roared as thunder crackled outside. We writhed together, our bodies shaking with desperate, clawing need. He surged in, again and again, his cock thrusting and gliding along overly sensitive skin until finally, finally, finally I tripped over the edge, falling into a spiral of outrageous pleasure.
"Gunnar!"
"Ella," he pressed a nipping kiss to my collarbone even as he continued to thrust. "Ella, Ella, Ella…" he chanted my name, his thrusts lost their rhythm becoming choppy, rough, hard. His need drove him until finally he thrust into me, his cum painting my insides.
Gunnar collapsed on top of me, his body heaving as he struggled to come back to himself.
I loved it. I loved this man. I loved our passion. I loved our life together.
"I love you, Viking." I whispered, threading fingers through his damp hair.
"Love you, Valkyrie. Thanks for summoning me home."
My thunder thighs would always be ready to summon this sex god.
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