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“Let the King take care of you.”
It was a low murmur, but it was all it took.
***
The day had started like any other,
Mathias had been leaving for work in a flurry of jackets and coffee, late like
usual. However, he never seemed late enough to miss a goodbye kiss and his
daily attempt to cop a feel of her behind.
“Mathias!” She had scolded,
tapping at his arm with the wooden spoon in her hand. She was making muffins
like she usually did in the mornings. Her house frequently hosted visiting
friends who dropped in randomly on their way past, and she always liked having
some kind of baked good around to give them. Not to mention that Mathias ate half
a batch by himself. Said man only chuckled at her evasion, dipping his index
finger into the bowl of batter and lifting it to his lips. His tongue quickly
wrapped around it, tasting the chocolate and staring playfully at her. She
could only stand captivated by his boldness, a light blush coating her cheeks
as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He dipped down, catching her off guard again
and pressing his lips against hers, parting them with a breath. He stepped
closer, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. Their bodies were almost
flush with one another, and Tatiana almost lost her thoughts when she was
sharply reminded by a gradually stiffening feel against her lower body. She
broke the kiss with a gasp and placed her hands against his chest, backing up
against the counter. Mathias shot her a cheeky grin before running out the
door, probably going to be terribly late for work.
Tatiana had turned back to her
muffins, a heaviness in her heart that hadn’t been there moments ago. She’d
been with Mathias for a long while and couldn’t imagine her life without him.
He stayed over so much that he practically lived at her house, sleeping in her
bed but never pushing her, never going further than she was ready for. Her
heart had almost burst the first time, when he’d told her he would wait for
her, she’d never imagined he’d be so serious or committed. She loved him, and
wished she could show him, but like a second ago she always pulled away.
She just wanted to show him.
And damn it all, she would.
***
He was late. He usually arrived
home at six, it was now six
fifteen. She knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t help it, nervousness
was eating at her, spreading out from the red lace hanging low on her hips and
tight around her chest. She’d put loose shorts and one of his shirts on overtop
to make herself feel better, and subconsciously she knew it was she so could
back out if she needed to. She heard keys jingling and rushed to the front
door, pulling it open in such a flurry that Mathias just looked at her for a
moment, his hands stunned and not moving from his keys. Then he relaxed,
kissing her cheek as he huddled them into her house. “Miss me, gorgeous?”
“Mmm.” She agreed, lacing her
fingers with his and pulling him further into the house. She stopped and
allowed him to step into her, stretching her hands up to play with the short
blond hair at the nape of his neck.
“If you’re going to be like this
then I’ll come home late every day.” He murmured against her smiling lips. His
hands attached themselves to her hips, instinctively pulling her against him.
That was when she stiffened, feeling it against her.
“Sorry Tat,” he said with a sheepish grin, “guess I can’t help
myself today.” He kissed her lightly and moved his hips from hers. His lips
dashed to her neck, kissing along her collar bone, her shoulders, not helping
slow the whirling of Tatiana’s mind. She had to say something, she couldn’t let
this opportunity go by! But her mind couldn’t be pried from the soft lips
kissing her skin until a sharp sting echoed on her shoulder. She looked at him,
and he stood tall forcing her eyes to follow him upwards. He tugged the big
shirt over her shoulder, showing more of the red strap. He pulled on it again
and let it snap back lightly against her skin. “What’s this?”
She looked away but he caught her jaw between his thumb and
forefinger. “Tat?”
“It’s….It’s for you…”
His eyes widened, and she could see them slowly darkening as his
pupils grew. “You mean-”
He was cut off as she stepped towards him, putting her body flush
against his. His hands gripped her hips holding there, but his words
contradicted, “Are you sure, I mean-”
“It’s a matching set.” She blurt out, not having the courage to say
anything more, but that seemed to be enough. A hand wrapped around to the small
of her back and forced her closer against him, groaning at the contact he’d
been denied for so long.
“Relax gorgeous," he whispered as he pressed her back up
against a wall, “I know you’re nervous.” She nodded against his lips but was
still tense, still so unsure, so inexperienced. He felt all of this and more,
felt all of her hesitation and breathed once more in her ear.
“Let the King take care of you.”
His voice was so low, so erotic, Tatiana had never experienced
anything like it. A shiver ran down her spine, buckling her knees until she was
clutching at him to stay standing. He didn’t mind, he was clutching at her too,
but for a different reason. He needed her, he’d needed her for a long time but
he’d behaved because she’d needed him too, tonight he didn’t have to. But he’d
restrain himself for now, he’d let her start slow before he claimed her fully.
His hands crept up her shirt and she shivered at the heat against
her cold skin. His thumb traced the skin just beneath the underwire and felt
her arc just a bit, just enough to show him she wanted more. Looking into her
wide eyes that were tainted with excitement, he lifted her shirt (technically his shirt) and admired the new flesh
revealed to him.
“God” He buried his face in her
neck as his hot hands wandered over her skin, up her back and over her stomach
leaving burning trails. His talented fingers pressing and squeezing at places
that left her gasping. He nibbled his way between her breasts, pulling at the
white bow in the middle of her bra. She hummed at the growl left his throat,
knowing that he’d realised the connection between her bra and the colours of
his flag. “You know just what gets me off.” He muttered, fingers fumbling with
the clasp. As it dropped to the floor, Mathias pressed his chest to hers,
groaning again at the flushed heat of her skin against his. He pressed his lips
furiously back to hers, noting the lack of nervousness as his hand drifted down
to a breast. They were stiffened to peaks already, begging for his attention
which he did not deny. His thumb brushed over the nub, circling and tightening
it between his fingers. Her mouth broke from him, falling back against the wall
with a gasp.
“Mathias”
She felt his grin against her
collarbone, as he slowly moved south. With every move, she felt her nervousness
bubble up, her throat closing and mind clouding. So really, it was only her
subconscious (that was tired of Tatiana constantly pushing away the man in
front of her) that reacted by reaching out and fitting her hand on the hard
length between them.
Everything stopped, Mathias
looked at her with wide eyes, his hot breath fanning over her cheeks. But she
wanted to do this for him, and couldn’t deny that a heat pooled between her
thighs at the thought of him getting hard for her. Experimenting, she stroked
her hand along the length, watching his eyes flutter.
“gud ja , bare sådan” (1).
She felt his heavy breath on her
neck, and the heat of his hand as he covered hers, pushing it harder onto him,
squeezing her fingers around him.
She could feel his muscles taut
and hard against her, viciously fighting against himself to hold back. He’s
held back enough, she decided, as she slid her hand from under his and slipped
it beneath his waistband.
It was hot, having him at her
mercy like this, which surprised her because she’d never thought she’d enjoy
this this much. Him, towering over
her, broad shoulders hunched and slim hips thrusting into her hand like he
couldn’t stop himself.
“stoppe…stoppe” (2). He muttered,
grinning at her breathlessly. “Can’t finish before I’ve had my wicked way with
you.”
God he loved that blush.
He stripped himself of his
clothes, noticing her eyes wandering over his chest. He chuckled, stepping
closer and pressing himself against her. He didn’t break eye contact as his burning
hands wandered to cup her thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his
waist in surprise, feeling his erection tight against her covered core.
She leaned up, eagerly pressing
her lips to his as they stumbled through the living room and into her bedroom.
His eyes lit up in mischief as he tossed her onto the bed, following her down
before she had a chance to collect herself and they both groaned as he rolled
his hips into her, mouth ducking down to capture a breast.
Her fingers tousled in his hair,
mind wandering in fog. Why on earth had she ever been nervous about this?
“ahhh Mathias-” His fingers had
slipped under the shorts and tightened around her clit, rolling it between the
calloused pads of his fingertips.
“Mmm, say that again.” He was so
hard, and it was only getting worse with every breathy call of his name. He
slipped lower, rubbing against her outer lips. He mumbled against the side of a
breast before recapturing her lips, “you’re so wet.”
“Because of you.” She whispered
back.
She heard a string of fast
Danish fall from his lips, then, “are you ok?” Because he’d gone through too
many cold showers alone, had finished in a silent rush too many times, and now
his beautiful girlfriend was beneath him naked and his cock was hard in that
painful way from not being buried in her.
He’d shrugged off the rest of
her clothes a minute ago, and they now lay somewhere in the room, neither of
them cared where. His words were timed with a deep roll against her, and the
heat and pleasure of skin and skin brought moans out of both of them.
“Mathias, please-” She couldn’t
think, she was too warm and yet cold without him, she needed him in a way she’d
never felt before.
He didn’t wait, needing her as
much as she needed him, and sheathed himself fully inside her, collapsing against
her as he waited.
“oh.” She breathed as she felt
the unfamiliar sensation of being so full. Her walls squeezed as she thought
about the fact that it was him who
was filling her.
He was trying to distract
himself, nipping at the skin on her neck, pinching her nipples, anything to
keep himself from moving before she was ready. And then she was rolling her
hips, moving him against her and he couldn’t really help himself. His hips slowly
pulled out and slammed back in, movements becoming smoother, faster. She was
clutching at his back and calling his name, voice cracking as it went higher
and higher as she felt the coil in her tightening. The man above her was
glistening, a sheen of sweat coating his body as he slammed both of their
bodies to the finish.
“Mathias – I’m – ”
“Me too-” he grunted back, hips
pistoning and then her back was arching and her breasts were pushing into the
air and her lips were parting in a moan of his name. God, it was enough to spur
his own end as he sputtered to an end inside her.
He didn’t move yet, forearms bracing
him above her, foreheads touching, chests heaving, and stupid content smiles on
their lips.
“Wasn’t so bad was it?” Mathias
said, chuckling.
She laughed back, jostling as he
fell onto the bed beside her, wrapping himself around her small frame. “No, not
at all.” She yawned.
She felt soft lips on her
temple, “go to sleep.” His voice was low as if he too was falling asleep, and
she was content to do just that, with a small smile on her lips as just before
she closed her eyes, she saw her Denmark themed panties hanging from the
curtain rod.
Translations:
(1) God yes, just like that
(2) Stop…stop
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