Free Denying Bjorn by Charisma Knight Page B

and grabbed his cock through his slacks, eliciting a loud moan from him.
    “Babe,” he warned, “behave.” He grunted as he slowly, methodically speared and spread his fingers deep inside her while thumbing her clit. Before she cried out again, Bjorn gently bit her along the crook of her neck just before he covered her mouth with his.
    When she did as he asked, he thought he’d explode in his pants. They kissed, long and hard, their tongues dueling with each other, and they soon began to playfully nip each other’s tongue and lips.
    As he manipulated her wetness, Bjorn’s mouth found her breast. Grunting, he worked his wet lips around her taut, dark nipple while pressing his tongue to it. He continuously strummed a steady rhythm over Lydia’s clit and pussy.
    He chuckled deeply as he felt her body tense and spasm beneath his. Releasing a slow, guttural breath through his teeth, he nipped her neck, then her breast, while working her faster, in and out, in and out in his slow, erotic rhythm. Every so often, he’d thumb her clit, pushing her closer to the brink of her orgasm.
    She writhed beneath him as he worked her harder, faster, spurring her on to her second orgasm.
    “Come for me doll,” he demanded.
    When the orgasm slammed into her, she threw her head back against the cushion of the sofa and screamed loud. He loved that she was so vocal. It turned him on, made his cock harder than steel, fueling his arousal. He smiled as he watched her body quake a few more times, and she panted heavily. He removed his fingers, licked the digits, and slid off the sofa, onto his knees beside her.
    “Time for a shower,” he insisted. “Can you move?”
    “Barely. I feel like jelly.”
    * * * *
    Before long, Bjorn and Lydia found themselves in the shower, soaping one another up. He felt her groan and her body tremble as he embraced her from behind. He explored every delectable curve on her body with his hands. His cock, painfully rigid, sought refuge in her wetness.
    “Lydia, babe.” He tossed his head back and viewed her through hooded eyes as she began to slowly stroke him.
    “Do you like that?” she asked as she manipulated his cock. “I think you need some release.”
    “Keep that up, you’ll make me spill.” He groaned against her neck. “I don’t want to come just yet. Ah! You’re so damned sweet. C’mon, babe, you’re making me lose my religion here.”
    She chuckled as she slid down his body, to his cock. He grabbed her by the hair as she guided his tool into her mouth.
    “Lydia!” he ground out as she accepted his cock down her throat. “Sweet baby! So damned sweet.” He looked down to see her beautiful eyes seductively looking up at him. “Oh, babe.” He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her face in a merciless rhythm.
    He was surprised when she grabbed his ass, slamming his hips into her face to the point where he was balls-deep in her mouth. She gagged a few times, but continued. He howled in pleasure as the back of her throat housed the tip of his cock.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck it all to hell!” he grunted. The little vixen had slipped her tongue down to tease his balls as she swallowed his cock, threatening to make him explode.
    “Babe.” He tried pulling from her, but she refused to let him go. “Oh, you’re trying to make me come.” He tossed his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and surrendered to what she was doing to him. She squeezed his cheeks, forcing him to fuck her face. “Oh, you’re so sweet. Fucking close,” he groaned before spewing his come down her throat.
    “You’re so bad,” he breathed as he helped her up to her feet as the shower beat down on his back. Eagerly he turned off the water and opened the sliding glass door. He stepped out first on the rug, and she followed. Bjorn grabbed a large, fluffy white towel and draped it around them before escorting her to the bedroom.
    “You have a beautiful home,” she told him as he laid her down gently on the