Saved By A Viking

Ch. 7 I want you, Lisa

Lisa's P.O.V.

"Thank you for coming with me today," I said, handing Chris his glass of wine as he sat on my couch.

He gave me a sexy smirk as his eyes stared deeply at me. I am not sure how he does it, but his eyes make me feel so exposed. Like he could see through my clothes right to my bare skin. I caged my lower lip between my lips for a moment, feeling a warmth growing in me.

Chris was nothing but amazing as I dragged him around, buying things for Abi. He played with her and spoke with her kindly, as if she were his niece and not mine. It was a sweet sight, one that made me like him even more. We dropped Abi off with Lucas, who gave Chris a once over. I am sure he'll be checking in on who he is. I need a good story to tell him when he figures out that Chris comes from money. He'll suspect something is up if I don't come up with a good way for us to meet.

I sat beside him on the couch, taking my shoes off and lifting my knees to my chest as I turned to look at him. He took a sip of his wine before he turned his head and stared right back at me. A smirk played on his face again, leaning forward until he was just a few inches away. He kept his head there, waiting for me to decide to close the space the rest of the way or not. Ultimately, the horny b***h in me won. I leaned in, kissing those delicious lips of his.

He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer to him as his tongue begged for entrance. I opened, allowing his tongue to acquaint itself with my own as they danced and rolled with each other. He fed into the kiss more, pressing me even further into him. His hand traveled to the spaghetti strap of my shirt, lightly sliding it off my shoulder. Our kiss didn't break as he did so, having his fingers play over my soft skin. When his lips left mine, they found my neck, trailing kisses down to my shoulder.

"I want you, Lisa," he whispered as he kissed my shoulder again. I shivered as goosebumps erupted throughout me. The warmth inside my stomach had pooled further, leaking out of me between my thighs. I wanted to know what he was like in bed. He'll be my husband in a year. I'd like to know what s*x with him would be like.

"Then have me," I whispered, causing his eyes to darken further with lust.

He laid me back on the couch gently, leaning over me before he kissed my neck again, sucking and licking me. I wrapped my arms around his back, letting my fingers dig into his skin, letting him feel my hunger for him, too. His hand played at the hem of my shirt, letting his thumb caress over my skin. His hand slowly lifted my shirt as it traveled up my torso until my bra was revealed. Christ didn't bother taking my shirt or bra off as he pushed my bra out of the way and took my n****e into his mouth. I moaned as the pleasure amplified inside me.

His other hand traveled up my thigh, simultaneously pulling my skirt up with it. I felt his finger slide over s**t over my white silk panties. Again, he didn't bother removing my underwear, just pushing it to the side to allow his finger to slide through my slit again before inserting one of his digits inside me. I moaned as he flicked his tongue over my n****e. My hands grabbed a fistful of his hair as my back arched in pleasure. His finger slid in and out of me for a moment before he added another.

"Chris," I moaned his name, needing more.

He smirked over my breast, sucking at it once more and pulling back until he released my n****e from his mouth with a pop. I moaned again at the action, watching him stand up and pull his fly down. Chris pulled out his hardened shaft. It wasn't the largest I'd seen, but it was not small. It was, however, the thickest I'd seen, and I wondered how that would change the feel of s*x. He pulled his pants down only the slightest before he moved my underwear to the side again, sliding himself inside of me with one quick forceful thrust.

He stretched me to an uncomfortable limit. He didn't give me time to adjust as he thrust inside me quickly. My nails dug into his back as I tried to adjust myself so it wouldn't be as painful. Chris pinched at my n****e with his fingers, rolling it around a little too painfully. I was feeling more uncountable than turned on at the moment. His hand gripped my hips a little too tightly right as I finally got used to his girth. My hips swayed against him, feeling myself getting aroused again.

I moaned as I climbed to my peak. He suddenly went still over me, and I realized he'd just come inside me. No warning, no waiting, no asking if I were on birth control. Nothing. He slid out of me, tucking himself back in his pants with a smug smirk.

What the f**k was that?

I laid there still half exposed, shocked. I've never been left hanging like this before. Every guy I've been with has always made sure I'd reached my peak before they came. Even my abusive boyfriends did that much. I looked at Chris, who seemed very content at the moment. My mouth was slightly agape as I watched him. He just sipped at his wine happily.

I fixed my clothes, covering myself back up. I chugged my wine, wishing it was something stronger. He didn't seem to notice my mood sour a bit, but I kept my cool.

"It's getting late, and I have an early morning tomorrow. Can you let yourself out? I'm going to go shower. Goodnight, Chris," I told him as I got off the couch and headed to the shower.

Hopefully, he'll get the hint and leave soon. I was extremely disappointed with how the s*x ended. That's definitely something we'll have to work on if we're to be married. I will not be stuck with s**t s*x for however long we end up married for. A heavy breath of air escaped my lungs as I started my shower, slowly undressing myself. I heard the front door slam shut, and I knew Chris had left. The slam of the door made me believe he was upset, but what the f**k does he have to be upset for?

I let the hot water wash away all my worries and frustration. I still felt horny as hell and way too worked up now. So, I grabbed the toy I kept hidden in the drawer of my bathroom. Good o’ Richard is going to take care of me tonight.

Get it cause a nickname for Richard is d**k. Aren't I clever?

I moaned as I played with myself, letting Richard take great care of me. Between the hot water and Richard's vibrations I found my climax quickly, knowing exactly what I like. The water finished washing me off. I stepped out of the shower to a fogged mirror and dampened walls. I got dressed, keeping my hair in a towel as I stepped out of the bathroom. My curiosity peaked as I stepped out of my bedroom to see if Chris had really left.

My heart raced as I saw a figure on the couch that was not Chris.