Page 44 of Off the Post

Yet I believe in having a good balance of give-and-take in a sexual relationship. And right now, I’m more than happy to let go of the reins so he can have his way with me.

With a purposeful grunt, Soren straightens and grips my ass cheeks firmly with both palms as he spins and walks us to the edge of the bed in three long strides. The moment I hit the mattress, I stretch out and reach for him, but he silently steps out of my reach, holding up his index finger.

“Let me take you in.”

His eyes roam over my body, inch by inch, and the heat of his gaze melts me like butter on a hot stove. I watch as his tongue glides along his bottom lip, as if he’s formulating a plan for what he’ll do with me.

I have some ideas, but I want to see what he comes up with first. The sensation of Soren’s heated gaze on my skin is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced without a physical touch.

In fact, everything about Soren is hot, from the intensity of his broody allure to his reserved manner when in public. The quiet and purposeful way in which he moves and thinks. The guttural sound of his voice and the low vibration of it that makes my head spin. And the hungry desire that emanates through his penetrating gaze.

It’s all too much and has me wanting nothing more than to get my hands on his body—especially the bulge underneath his shorts. My impatience gets the best of me, and I make a grab toward his hips, but he lays his palms over my knuckles and stops me.

I give him a questioning look with a raised eyebrow.

He scolds me with a shake his head and a slight smirk. Then he captures my wrists and pins my arms above my head.

“You touch me, and I’m erledigt.” I’m not familiar with the German word, but I can guess the meaning from the context. “I want you too much, Ali. It will be over too fast.”

His honesty is such a turn-on. I reward him by parting my legs and tilting my head to the side with a sly expression.

“Okay, then. I’m yours to do what you want with.”

Soren’s hands land on his hips and he throws his head back with a gruff exhale, followed by some kind of curse in German.

When his gaze returns to me, his eyes are darker and hungrier than I’ve ever seen them. He collapses to the floor, kneeling between my open legs, and brushes his knuckles along the inside of each thigh. A shiver breaks out like a rogue wave over my body and pulls a low moan from my throat.

“Your skin... ” he marvels, skimming his fingertips up and down, teasing the sensitive flesh at the edge of my bikini. “It is so soft. Perfect.”

My body responds instinctively to his sensual touch, my belly coiling tightly with a wild, clawing need to be set free. I must make a sound of protest because Soren chuckles.

“You like?”

“So very much.”

“Gut.”

I peer down and see a smirk of mischief spread across his kissable mouth.

Breathless with anticipation, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch his fingers deftly peel the material of my bikini away. My hips jerk involuntarily from the sudden puff of air over my exposed flesh. I am wet and raw, trembling with need. With hungry eyes fixed on mine, Soren leans in and flicks his tongue against me, sending me flying into the fucking atmosphere.

I fall back onto the mattress, no longer able to hold myself steady as his fingers part my wet folds and then channel inside me.

“Oh God,” I hear myself cry out the moment he penetrates inside. His fingers dive in and slide out before circling the wetness over my clit.

It’s hot and thrilling, just as I imagined it would be.

I’ve been turned into a puddle of wanton desire as Soren alternates between swirling his fingers deep inside me and running the rough pad of his thumb over my clit.

Over. And over. And over again. Until I let out a delirious noise of discontent from the torture he’s forcing me to endure.

Which is precisely the moment I feel the smile grow at the corners of his lips as he places his mouth between my legs and sucks my clit between his lips. Hard and relentless. It unleashes a new noise, this one produced from pure pleasure, that escapes my throat.

My thighs quiver and I clench them together, knees boxing his ears. His answering rumble vibrates through my core, his hands press more into my thighs. Then he slips one palm under my ass, lifting me to an angle that better works for him.

He devours me hungrily, his tongue slipping inside where his fingers had been. We both moan, and I know with certainty that I’m about to come against his tongue. My core tightens, my body quakes, and I throw my arms out to my sides, seeking purchase on anything that will keep me from levitating off the bed.

I shamelessly rock my hips in search of elusive release, and his expert mouth turns me into a moaning mess.