25

Nerthus

Before I can catch my breath, he lowers his mouth on my breast, sucking my strained nipple between his lips. Moaning lowly, I wrap my arms around his head, pulling him closer to me, having him groan approvingly. As he sucks at my breasts, I drive my hand through his hair and automatically lift my leg, feeling him grabbing my thigh.

He bites into my nipple, making me hiss in pain and releasing him.

“We better get back, beautiful.”

He starts walking back to the bar as I start dressing back up.

“Go to hell!”

“Oh, I’m already there, darling.”

Calculating the amount of time I spent with my favorite wet dream, it is a good thing that Derek sees me entering from outside. Flattening my hair, I sit back flashing him a big smile and apologize for my long absence.

“I had to step out for a bit. Sorry, but the drinks are quite good.” We chuckle through it and engage into our chatting rather fast. I’m surprised that after about 20 minutes, the men sitting next to us get up and leave.