He resisted the pressure and smiled to let her know he wasn’t dense-just teasing.
Her answering frown caused a rumble of laughter. At least he hadn’t forgotten how to do that.
She must have taken his laughter as a challenge, because she lifted the same hand and reached over to cup the head of his cock, squeezing it gently.
His reaction was impossible to deny-pre-cum smeared her palm, and she used the moisture to glide around his head, rubbing and squeezing harder.
He slid a finger deep between both sets of soaking lips and tucked its length into her opening to stroke in and out. Christ, she was wet!
Her inner walls clasped his finger, and her hips tilted up again to take him deeper. Her hand smoothed over the plump head of his cock and beneath to grasp the shaft. She squeezed up and down his length. “What’s it gonna take to make you understand? I need you inside me,” she said, her voice tight, strained.
Gunnar understood all right. His own body was primed, ready to cover hers, ready to thrust inside and find release. Instead, he drew a deep breath to calm his racing heart and speared her cunt with a second finger, easing inward, twisting to scrape his knuckles against her inner walls. He wanted her screaming for it.
Kili turned her body toward him and lifted a thigh over his, pressing closer to scrape his cock against her belly as she stroked up and down. “Didn’t they program you to fuck?” Her look of desperate determination undid him.
He pushed her back on the furs and mounted her, shoving her thighs wide apart to settle his cock against her pussy. He stared at where their bodies met, thinking nothing could look sexier, and nearly groaned when she slid her fingers down to part her folds and position him at her entrance. Her hand tightened around his shaft and pulled him closer.
Poised above her on one arm, he burrowed a hand beneath her bottom to clutch her ass and slowly pushed himself inside her, cramming past the furled lips into her moist, clasping channel.
Sweet Jesus, she was tight and hot as he worked his way into her, flexing his hips to push forward then pull out, loving the drag and pull of her inner muscles on his penis. Gritting his teeth, he fought the need to slam into her and tunneled slowly inward, eager for her heated walls to surround him.
In. Out. Digging deeper with each stroke. Sweat gathered between his shoulder blades as he concentrated on the measured motions, finding a rhythm that kept him sane, under control.
The obstruction, when he butted against it, shocked him.
Kili’s eyes flew open, and he knew the program had given them a gift-a little “celebratory” first for both of them. His whole body shuddered as he paused, cursing inwardly at the evidence of this incredibly erotic beginning.
His body clenched as he fought to regain control, but he was too far gone, too aroused to be gentle. Holding her wide-eyed gaze, he pulled back his hips and slammed back inside, tearing through the thin membrane.
Kili gave a strangled scream, but her arms encircled him, pulling his torso closer as he crammed his cock inside her silken sheath, pressing relentlessly forward, forcing himself as deep as he could reach. Only then, could he gather the strength to halt his movements.
He hovered above her, dragging in deep breaths while his arms and thighs trembled as he fought to hold himself back. He squeezed his eyes shut to close out the sight of her with her brown hair glinting from the firelight, her features strained and taut.
Her hands smoothed up his back, sliding easily in his sweat, then glided back down to trace his spine, widening as they reached his hips. When her fingers splayed to cup his ass, he opened his eyes.
Her tremulous smile was sweeter than any he’d ever seen. “I’ll have to ask them to rerun this program,” she whispered, her voice a little unsteady. “But I’ll ask them to do a few things differently-like get you here on top of me, inside me, faster. You feel…incredible.”
He hated the reminder this was only a fantasy, and that at any moment they could both be plucked out of their bed of furs and parted. Time was only relative inside the program. Half an hour on The Lunch Break time clock couldn’t last. His aggravation was tempered only by a feeling of overwhelming tenderness at the echoing sadness he read in her moist eyes.
Would she miss him? The real him? The one trapped inside the monosyllabic Cro-Magnon.
However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on partings. His body clamored for release. Since she didn’t betray any signs of further discomfort or pain, he pulled slowly out, almost freeing the crown of his cock, then thrust forward again.
Her cheeks billowed around a gusting breath. “Oh yeah. Again,” she said, urging him to move with her hands.
Another series of pulls and thrusts, the same as before, earned him a deep sigh and a quivering response from deep inside her inner walls. He increased the speed of his steady strokes, varying the angle of his hips, seeking, testing, until she gasped-and he knew he’d found that little spot of hyper-sensitive nerve endings inside her vagina. The one he’d heard about, but had never taken the time to find with any other woman.
Scraping slowly over it, he delivered shallow thrusts, careful to rub the spot with the ridged crown of his cock. He gauged her rising excitement by her shallow gasps and the way her fingernails dug into his ass.
“Ice Man,” she keened, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut. “It’s happening! Jesus, now!”
He withheld himself, continuing to stimulate the spot, wanting to draw out the moment as long as he could.
“No, no, no! Please, fuck me!” The rising pitch of her voice and the desperate way she thrashed her head told him she neared release.
Over the edge himself, he lengthened his strokes and hooked his arms beneath her knees to push them up and forward, tilting her hips at just the right angle to slam an inch or so deeper.
His cock became a hammer. Hard as steel.
Unleashed, he pounded against the cradle of her thighs. Driving his cock hard into her hot, juicy cunt. His thrusts quickened, sharpened-until tension gripped his thighs, tightened his balls. His jaws locked, and every muscle of his body strained toward release.
Kili’s hands dropped from his shoulders and clutched the furs. Her sweet mouth opened around a scream as she arched her back. Convulsive ripples, like waves of liquid heat, caressed his shaft.
He was lost. He slammed into her hard one last time and felt his balls erupt, jetting cum through his cock in a pulsating wash of fire.
Afterward, he was loathe to release her legs and continued to rock his hips against her. Tension slid from his body while the last ripples rolled along his cock, slower now, fainter.
Slowing like the rhythm of his heart.
He removed his arms from beneath her knees and lowered himself on top of her, easing her legs alongside his thighs, while he rested most of his weight on his forearms.
Bodies aligned but still connected, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, until Kili’s gaze fell away.
She drew a deep breath and blew it out. “Wow. Think there’s time for a second round?” Her attempt at lightness sounded forced.
He hated the reminder their time was nearing an end.
Apparently, she did, too. A shadow crossed her face, and she brushed his hair back with her fingers and tucked it behind his ears. “If you were real…if this were real…I’d want to stay like this forever.” The admission seemed real as the breathy catch in her voice.
Gunnar didn’t want to let go either. He hoped she’d say more and give him a key he could use later to unlock the soft, sexy side of Kili when next they met.
Here inside the program, he though he could see the heart of the real Kili, the one inside the brassy, smart-mouthed career woman. Here, she had no need for sexual subterfuge, no reason for sarcasm. She believed her thoughts and words were private-between her and a virtual reality program regulated by law to provide confidentiality. Here, he could eavesdrop on her heart’s desires.