3. Need

Your eyes slowly blink open in confusion when light spills onto your face sometime later. Sitting up slightly, they slowly start adjusting. Once they've focused, you see Rurik's large form standing in the open door way and feel his unseen gaze on you. He moves forward and you find yourself slowly sinking back into the mattress with each oncoming step. He quickly reaches the side of the bed and you cautiously stare up at his looming figure. "You disappeared tonight." His voice is low but you sense a slightly sharp undertone to it. Biting the inside of your lip, you think back to the night's previous events. Rurik pauses briefly before moving down and you feel the mattress shift beneath you from his weight. The light smell of leather and ale reaches your nose when his body lowers down on you. One of his hands runs down your side and you feel it stop near your thigh. His weight presses against you more as he slowly pulls your skirt up. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his hands on your legs. They run up along the inside of your thighs and he roughly pulls your legs open. You squirm slightly when his thumbs brush against the sensitive folds of skin around your opening. Moaning softly, you feel yourself growing wet as you arch into his touch.

His thumbs keep moving up before roughly grazing past your now throbbing clit. You whimper slightly when they move back down and his hands land back on your legs. One of his hands pulls back momentarily and you feel the head of his large shaft slide into you. His hand returns to your thigh before both of them slip down the sides and under them. His hands slide further down your thighs as he lifts your lower half up towards him. In the same movement he leans forward and you feel his thick length **** it's way in. His hands grip your soft skin tighter as he continues lifting until your feet are no longer touching the mattress. Once you're up, he starts roughly sliding you back and forth into him. The coarse material of the fabric beneath you rubs against your back and you feel your breasts bounce with each forceful thrust. Raising your hands, you grab onto Rurik's large forearms and feel yourself arch into him further. His fingers dig deeper into your skin but his pace remains steady and firm. Your own grip on his arms tightens as you feel yourself engulfed by an intense wave of pleasure. Closing your eyes, you roll your head back slightly while moaning gently. The muscles's on Rurik's arms flex under your grasp when he pulls you you closer to him. His grip on your right leg tightens and he raises it higher until it's resting on his broad shoulder.

Your other leg slowly slips out of his now relaxed hand and slides back out on the mattress. Gasping lightly, you feel yourself slowly stretched open more as Rurik leans down further. Your right leg is pushed back by his shoulder and stands at a 90 degree angle. He firmly grips your thigh to keep you from trying to move your leg down. His other hand runs up your side and you feel it roughly cup one of your breasts. Another moan escapes your lips when you feel his thumb brush against your nipple. He continues tracing it around the sensitive area while deeply thrusting back inside you. Leaning your head back again, you can feel liquid running down your inner thighs as you steady grow wetter. Rurik groans after shifting his weight slightly and sliding in deeper. Your back arches again and you feel your walls clenching around him tighter. A moment later, pleasure overtakes you and you cry out his name. Rurik pauses briefly before pulling out of you and getting off the bed. The room seems to grow darker as his large figure leans over you. He firmly grabs your arm and drags your upper half towards him. When he stops, your head slides down and hangs slightly over the edge of the bed.

You feel rough skin brush against the sides of your face when Rurik steps over you. His back is facing the bed and you can feel his warm shaft drag across your face when he shifts back. One of his hands cups the back of your head and raises it slightly. A moment later his large head is pressing against your closed mouth. Reaching up, you hesitantly place a hand on his thigh before parting your lips. Rurik wastes no time in quickly shoving his thick shaft down your tight throat. Your nails dig into his skin slightly as he begins forcefully sliding it in and out. He moves his other hand to the back of your head and his fingers curl roughly around your hair. The friction from his rough skin rubbing against your cheeks burns slightly but you're unable to pull away. Tears form in your eyes as you desperately try not to **** on his large member. Rurik's breath grows ragged as his pace increases and you feel your nails break his skin when your grip tightens. This causes him to groan loudly before pulling away slightly then ramming forward. An eruption of warmth cascades down your throat and a moment later he finally pulls away. He steps away from you, and you take a deep inhale before rolling over. The mattress shifts again when he gets in and you wearily slide over to him. A thin layer of coat covers his broad chest and you feel him sigh when you rest your head against it. His large wraps around your lower back and he pulls you in closer. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself relax deeper into him before drifting back to sleep.