Dirty filthy | Sihtric Kjartansson one-shot

Sihtric

Displeased so close to finishing, a groan escaped Eda when Sihtric pulled out of her to turn her on her back. He then sat up and straightened into a position that gave her the perfect view of his body. Good god, he was so beautiful. Exceptionally so in this disheveled state.

Eda breathed as she took him in, hunger surging through her at the sight of his matted hair and his sun-kissed, muscular torso that were slick with sweat. Her eyes hazily followed the pattern of his greying tattoo, beginning at the side of his head and trailing down his neck, over his collarbone, and cutting off at his chest. She could never get enough of it, of him.

Her eyes then travelled further down to where his legs were spread between hers, that particular sight reignited her core. She watched as he took his cock and put it to her entrance, and her mouth felt dry. When she felt the tip slide inside, her hips rose instinctively and her breath hitched in anticipation, and then Sihtric pulled out.

She dropped her hips and looked up disappointedly to see a grin playing on his lips. That stupid, crooked grin: one edge of his lips scrunched, exposing the fang-like tooth. God, it made her body quiver. She needed him. So badly. How long they'd already been at it didn't matter.

But Sihtric simply repeated that motion several times, in and out, and by the way his lips twitched with a simper, he was undoubtedly enjoying the result of the number of times she'd come prior, which was that she lacked the strength to call his name or to protest. All she could muster were needy groans.

Eventually, he leaned over her, and with his tip still pressed against her he slid his hand around her neck and grasped her jaw. "You want it?" He asked, in a low and raspy sound that vibrated through her spine. She let out a desperate whine in response. "Open your mouth."

Eda obeyed without a smitch of thought and Sihtric spat into her mouth, but before she could savour it, he thrust into her, hard, her parted mouth loudening the sound she released.

Sihtric was moving now, relentlessly, and Eda only managed to catch her breath when he took a second to pull back and turn her over onto all fours with one swoop motion, before resuming his merciless pounding into her. This time hitting a spot that instantly triggered her core muscles to shudder and tighten as she reached the edge of another climax. Her back arched and she clawed at the bedsheets, but her moans were muffled when Sihtric slipped his hand behind her head and pushed her face down into the pillow, and as her mind was blanking, she heard him groan as he pulsated and released inside of her.

After laying there some, and her breathing was calm and her thoughts straight, Eda gathered the last bit of strength she had and climbed on top of Sihtric. The nakedness of his torso almost made her lose sight of her mission. "You-," she croaked, evoking a low chuckle from Sihtric. She scowled, "bastard."

"A-huh," Sihtric retorted amusedly.

"I'm going to make you regret every bit of that."

Sihtric gazed at her, his expression suddenly unreadable. She felt her heart skip a beat. He tilted his head slightly and ran his tongue along his lower lip. "Is that right?"

Eda gave a hesitant nod that was then promptly halted when his hand reached out and grabbed hold of her jaw. Sihtric pulled her, not downwards towards him, but forward and above him, almost to eye level. She had to steady herself with her palms against his chest.

Sihtric held her there, raised his chin to her, and opened his mouth.