Euronymous

Chapter Twenty Three

T/W - sexual and mature themes

I let my hands trace the outline of his face as we laid there silently for a while, embracing the sounds of the birds and frogs.
I still longed for him again. His pale skin was beautiful and much softer than I'd imagined it. His bare chest and stomach were toned, practically begging me to plant kisses on every inch of skin I could see. He smirked, watching my eyes wander and I blushed, returning my gaze to his eyes.
I took a deep breath and allowed my hand to travel from his face down his neck, resting it on his chest. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. I intended softly, but it was a little harder and I worried he would laugh at my desperation.
He didn't. Instead, his hand met mine on his chest and I pressed deeper into the kiss, tracing his lower lip with my tongue gently. He bit my lip and our tongues met, swirling playfully. I moved my hand down slightly and he welcomed the invitation, eagerly guiding my hand down further.
I stroked him over his jeans and cursed how dense the fabric was. Feeling how hard he was made my stomach knot with excitement. I tried to unbutton his jeans, groaning with frustration as I struggled. He smirked against my lips and I felt his hands replace mine, making quick work of the button and zip.
He lowered his pants and kissed me again, harder this time with anticipation. My hand slid over his briefs only once before I reached beneath them, taking him softly in my grip as I began to stroke. He moaned into the kiss and I felt his hands in my hair as I melted into him.
He pulled away, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my hand on his hard cock. I moved, pushing him gently onto his back. He sat up on his forearms, watching as I lowered myself, meeting his gaze as I licked the length of his shaft before I began devouring him as deep as I could. His breathing became staggered and his head hung back. I moaned, stroking him as I sucked.
His hands found my hair once again, but he pushed my head down, forcing himself as far down my throat as possible. My eyes watered as I held back a gag, eager to please him. He guided my mouth off his cock and pushed me backwards, exposing my naked body to the cold again.
He stared at my body for a moment and my cheeks flushed bright red as his eyes met mine again.
He leaned down, grazing his lips on mine softly for a moment.
"So fucking perfect." He murmured against my lips as his hand pushed my legs apart. I whimpered desperately as he felt how wet I was, toying with me gently. He moaned with pleasure.
"Please..." I could barely breathe let alone speak.
"Please what, Peach?" His husky voice was low and mischievous.
"Fuck me, Øystein." I groaned impatiently, heart racing. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
"I need you." I was practically begging, eyes pleading with him. He reached down, grabbing his cock and began stroking it against my wet core. "Please..." I whimpered, taking his face in my hands and biting his lower lip as I kissed him.
I gritted my teeth, hissing lightly as he pushed inside. He was still for a few moments, allowing my body to adjust. He held my cheek tenderly, kissing my cheek, my lips, my jaw before he began to move slowly and I felt him fill me up, leaving me moaning. His breathing became heavier as he pumped inside of me painfully slowly. I didn't mind the pain... in fact, it made me crave him more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him deeper as my fingernails dug into his back.
"Fuck, right there..." I moaned. I leant into his palm as he held my face and felt his thumb trace my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, allowing his thumb in so I could suck and bite it as he thrusted inside me, harder. I moaned and his breathing picked up.
"I'm gonna cum." The words dripped from his lips like honey and I felt my pussy begin convulse around him as his thrusts became faster, slamming into me until he shuddered harshly, gasping. I'd reached climax as he did, my pussy quivering around him as we moaned together.
"Fuck..." he pulled out of me, panting. His eyes met mine as he laid beside me. Sweat stuck strands of his hair against his forehead. I pushed his hair back gently as we regained our breath.
He pulled the blanket back over us and I nuzzled into him, tucking my head beneath his chin. He kissed my forehead, lips lingering for a few moments before he sighed, content. It was almost dark now. The stars had begun to light up in the sky and I closed my eyes, relishing in that one perfect moment.