Chapter 1: Midnight Reunion
The air was thick with the scent of nostalgia and unspoken tension as Rasmus stepped into Astrid’s dimly lit apartment. It had been two years since their messy breakup, but one late-night text had reignited a spark neither could ignore. Astrid, with her sharp green eyes and a smirk that could cut glass, leaned against the doorframe, her athletic frame barely contained by a tight black tank top and leggings.
‘So, you crawled back for a taste, huh?’ she teased, her voice a low purr as she crossed her arms, pushing her chest forward just enough to make Rasmus swallow hard.
‘Don’t flatter yourself, Astrid. I’m just here to see if you’ve still got it,’ he shot back, his grin cocky, but his eyes betrayed a hunger as they roamed over her. He stepped closer, the heat of their history crackling between them.
‘Oh, I’ve got it, alright. Question is, can you keep up?’ She tilted her head, challenging him, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. Before he could reply, she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut with her foot.
Their banter dissolved into raw, electric energy as they stumbled toward the couch, hands already tearing at clothes. ‘You’re still a smug bastard,’ she hissed, her nails scraping down his chest as she shoved him down, straddling his hips. Her thighs were iron, pinning him in place, and he groaned at the pressure.
‘And you’re still a control freak,’ Rasmus retorted, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer until he could feel the heat radiating from her. ‘But I’m not complaining.’
‘Good boy,’ she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she ground against him, feeling him grow hard beneath her. ‘Let’s see if you remember how to play my game.’
She leaned back, peeling off her tank top to reveal a black lace bra that made his mouth go dry. Her gaze never wavered, locking onto his as she reached down, her fingers brushing over the bulge in his jeans. ‘Still so eager,’ she mocked, her tone dripping with amusement. ‘Bet you’ve been dreaming of this pussy, haven’t you?’
‘Fuck, Astrid, you talk too much,’ he growled, but his voice was strained, his hips bucking up instinctively as she teased him through the fabric. ‘Just shut up and do something about it.’
‘Oh, I will,’ she promised, her eyes glinting with mischief. She slid down his body, her movements deliberate, predatory, until she was kneeling between his legs. Her fingers deftly unzipped him, freeing his cock, already throbbing and desperate for her touch. ‘Look at you, so damn hard already. Pathetic.’
‘Says the woman practically drooling over it,’ he snapped, but the edge in his voice melted into a low moan as she dragged her tongue along his length, slow and torturous. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a wicked gleam in them as she took him into her mouth, her lips tight and wet, sending a jolt through his entire body.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his hands fisting the couch cushions as she worked him with expert precision, her tongue swirling in ways that made him see stars. ‘Fuck, Astrid, you’re gonna make me—’
‘Not yet,’ she cut him off, pulling back with a pop, her lips glistening as she smirked. ‘I’m just getting started.’ She stood, shedding her leggings to reveal matching lace panties, already damp with her arousal. ‘Get up. Bedroom. Now.’
Rasmus didn’t need to be told twice. They barely made it to the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated curses, before she was on top of him again, her dripping heat grinding against him as she pinned his wrists above his head. ‘You ready for this?’ she asked, her voice a sultry challenge, her eyes burning into his.
‘Bring it on,’ he panted, his body aching for her, every nerve on fire as she positioned herself, ready to take him in. The night was young, and the games had only just begun.
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