Hey, babe.
Hey, hon, what are you doing?
I'm sitting here at home on the couch, playing a cool new video game. I hear you come in and can't help but smile to myself. You always make me feel good, even when you're not trying to. You've been spending a lot of time at your parents' lately, huh? Well, you know where you belong, babe. Come here and tell me how was your weekend with them. I'll kiss you real good.
May I look what are you playng?
I sit next to you and lean to you a bit, trying to place my head on your chest.
Nah, nothing special, not at my parent's place, but just was at language school today, studying Swedish. I'm so happy it's Saturday tomorrow.
Hmm, you know I could help you with that. Teach you a thing or two about Swedish. Maybe we can study together sometime...while cuddling of course. Your head on my chest feels amazing by the way. As for the game, it's called Skyrim, it's an old school RPG video game set in a fantasy world full of dragons and adventure. Really immersive stuff. Well then, what do you say? Want to learn more about Swedish with me or just watch me play this bad boy until dinner?
Haha, you think I don't know Skyrim? So, Todd Howard really forced you to buy it, huh?
Hahaha! You're kidding, right? Of course not! Skyrim is a classic! Everyone should own it, just like every gamer needs to have experienced the old Fallout games or the original Half-Life series. It's part of video game history. Anyway, if you want to learn more about Swedish, I'm all ears. Or eyes in this case, haha. Just name a time and place that works for you and we'll set something up. But first...back to adventuring in Skyrim!
I don't want to talk about study, there are weekends ahead.
His laughter fills the room as he turns to face you on the couch. "Fair enough," he says with a grin. "But remember, knowing Swedish could be useful in so many ways. It'll make it easier for us to communicate while traveling there someday...or just hanging out at my parents' place." He winks playfully before returning his attention back to the game on the screen. "And who knows, maybe some of those sexy Swedish accents might start sounding a bit more enticing after studying with me for a while," he adds, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
As you watch him engrossed in the game, something shiny catches your eye...it's Björn's wedding ring! It's been hiding beneath his fingertips this whole time. A wave of familiarity and affection washes over you as you realize how much more than a language tutor he really is to you. "Hey, babe," you murmur, tracing your finger along the etched design on the ring. "Is it okay if I keep studying Swedish with you? You know...just for fun."
I'm squeezing to you in answer, putting my face close to your black t-shirt, with nice adore of colonue.
I love how you smell. What about Saturday plans? Hmm, I'd like to bake a pizza with black olives together and watch Lord of the rings.
The warmth of your breath on his chest combined with the sensual touch of your finger tracing over his wedding band causes a jolt to run through Björn's body. He shudders slightly but can't help but smile as he feels an intense rush of desire surge up within him. "Mmm, that sounds amazing," he murmurs huskily, reaching down to gently cup your cheek with his free hand. "I love the way you smell too...and baking a pizza together sounds perfect." He glances back at the game for a moment before returning his attention back to you. "We can finish this up now and get started on dinner, if you want?" He grins, nudging you playfully with his elbow.
His eyes sparkle mischievously as he continues, "Or...we could skip dinner and find something more fun to do instead." A knowing smile curls at the corners of his mouth, as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper hotly against your ear: "Like maybe some private tutoring?" His free hand slides down between you, teasingly skimming along your thigh and up beneath your shirt.
I sit on your hips, so I can get closer to you on the couch, and squeeze you a bit with my legs.
So, what about a movie night? Some "Netflix and chill" stuff? I'd like to be an Arwen with you...
And you can play a guitar to me, some time at weekends, on Sunday, probably, when I won't sit on top of you, hehe.
I don't want any popcorn. I want a pizza with thin crust and a lot of cheese, some cola, some red bull maybe...
A laugh bubbles up from Björn's chest as he listens to your Arwen fantasy. He grins widely and leans in to kiss you on the cheek before responding, "Well then, my lovely Luthien...I think we should definitely make that happen. A movie night it is!" His other hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, caressing your back and moving higher as he speaks.
"And I'd be more than happy to play you some music on Sunday," he continues, his voice growing deeper as his touch becomes more intimate. "Maybe we could even see about getting a new guitar together...a nice acoustic one." He grins wickedly at this idea before pulling you back in for another kiss. This time it's full of desire and promise.
As he continues to hold you close, the heat between your bodies intensifies and Björn decides that they might as well move forward with dinner after all...but not quite yet. He nibbles on your earlobe suggestively and whispers into your ear: "How about I cook us up a special pizza tonight? Something you've never had before?" His hand slides further down, finding the waistband of your shorts and gently tugging at it teasingly.
I don't want you to go anywhere. I want you to stay with me forever, or just until you want to go pee.
Would you be my Aragorn, in that case? I love Liv Tyler so much, she's a kind of beauty...
I don't want any serenades, probably. I'd like you to play something like Master of puppets, while I'm resting close to your feet.
Yeah, I'm all in for salty snacks. I'd like to have a bite with dried squid or stuff like that.
I whisper to you: do you remember what tastes like Pepsi Cola in Lana's Dell Rei song, hehehe?
His laughter fills the room as he holds you close, kissing your forehead before responding: "Well, alright then...my lovely Luthien," he says, his voice warm and affectionate. "I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to." He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear and smiles down at you.
"Aragorn, huh?" he muses thoughtfully. "Well, I can certainly give that a shot if it's what you wish for...but only if it means I get to call you my Arwen in return." His hands wander lower now, teasingly tracing circles around your stomach before moving higher again.
At the mention of squid snacks and Lana Del Rey, Björn's eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion but he decides not to press the issue for now. His mind is already drifting back to more important matters: music. "Alright then," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll play you something special tonight...but only if you promise to keep yourself busy while I cook." With that, he leans in for another passionate kiss before pulling back to focus on preparing dinner.
What if there is a troll and you won't come back? I bend forward and grab you around the waist, giving your chest a lot of little kisses and inhaling your woody scent. Your colonue is soooo great.
Aw, thanks, babe. You're so sweet to me. So, you're my king?
Maybe you play the guitar not tomorrow, maybe on Sunday. Oh, I'd also like to listen Why Are Sundays So Depressing.
Hehe. It's not far away. Maybe your not into girly songs. She sings, that one part of her body tastes like Pepsi. That one, that has the synonym of the cat, hehe.
Oh... I running in bumps because of your lips on my ear. I want to taste your tongue.
The feel of your lips and breath against his ear sends a shiver down Björn's spine as you cling to him tightly. He arches his back, letting out a low groan deep in his throat before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands slide up underneath your shirt now, skimming over the bare skin of your lower back and upper buttocks as he pulls you closer still.
The scent of you envelops him; it's intoxicating and drives all rational thought from his mind for a moment. When at last they break apart for air, Björn pants heavily, eyes dark with desire. "Mmm...maybe I am your king," he whispers hoarsely against your ear, lips brushing against the lobe as he speaks.
He laughs softly at your request for listening to Why Are Sundays So Depressing and teasingly bites down gently on his lower lip before answering: "Alright then, my little Luthien...I'll play you whatever you want on Sunday." Then with a wicked grin, he adds: "But first things first...let's get dinner started, shall we?" His hands move lower again now, teasing your shorts as he speaks.
Can you some day tall me a tale about a troll, living under the bridge? I'd like to listen. I put one of my soft hands, touching your face, stroking your beard gently.
Okay. I'd like to smell you like that a bit after you're coming home from the gym.
Of course you don't want to be the king, that's a lot of responses, hunger here and plague there, but who will care about poor hungry peasants? They can't have pizza with olives. Oh, babe, I'd like some fried shrimps! Tempura, maybe? And some dips?
Yeah, you're definitely have to play it. Do you know, that The Strokes, is my ever ever ever most favourite band, huh?
Björn laughs softly at your request to hear a tale about a troll. "Well," he says with a grin, "I suppose I could tell you one sometime...if it means that much to you." He leans in to kiss the palm of your hand before moving over to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.
As for smelling him after a workout, Björn can't help but feel a twinge of pride at being desired like that. "Alright then," he says with a chuckle. "I'll see what I can do about letting you get a whiff or two when I come home sweaty from the gym." He glances over his shoulder as he pulls items out of the fridge, adding: "And don't worry about being the king...it's all just in good fun."
He pauses to think for a moment before asking: "So, tempura shrimp and dips it is then? Sounds delicious. You know," he continues as he sets out ingredients on the counter, "I've always wanted to try making my own salsa." His eyes light up with excitement at the idea, and he can't help but wonder if you would be interested in helping him make it sometime soon.
Can you wait a little bit with cooking, cause I'm hungry in another way...
Björn's breath catches in his throat as you boldly confess your hunger for him. His gaze darts between your lips and the tightening muscles in your core, desire burning hotly within him. "Mmm," he murmurs huskily, moving to kneel in front of you on the floor. He cups your cheek with one hand, stroking your jaw gently before leaning in to press their lips against yours.
The kiss is intense but slow, deep and possessive. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tangling with your own as his other hand finds its way down between your legs, expertly massaging your clit through your shorts. He groans into the kiss at the feel of you growing wet beneath his touch.
As he continues to kiss and tease you, Björn realizes that he's on fire for you too - his muscles tense and ache with need as his own arousal presses against the fabric of his boxers. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper: "Do you want me to stop?" His eyes burn into yours, searching for any sign that he should back off.
I'd like to explore your mouthful. I whisper, and my lips slide on yours. It's not rainy here, so why I'm wet, I wonder.
I chuckle a bit. Am I making you hard, honey?
Hearing your question about making him hard only serves to intensify the desire coursing through Björn's veins. His breath comes faster as he slides his hands up under your shirt, touching bare skin for the first time since they started this exchange. He groans softly at the silky smooth feel of your back against his fingertips and can't help but wonder what else lies beneath these clothes.
As his hand explores higher, cupping one of your breasts over your bra, he leans in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. His tongue darts out, tracing a path up your collarbone as he works at unbuttoning your shirt with the other hand. "God, you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs against your skin.
With practiced ease, Björn unsnaps your bra and slips it off of your arms, revealing your breasts to his greedy eyes. He cups them both in his hands now, squeezing gently before taking one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking on it hungrily. The sound fills the room as he moans into your skin, his erection straining against his underwear for release.
His hand continues its journey south, finding the hem of your shorts and tugging them down over your hips. He can feel the heat radiating off of you as he slips a finger inside, teasingly circling your entrance before adding another, stretching you wider until she's ready for him. "Fuck," he growls roughly, "You feel so good."
With a swift motion, he pushes aside your shorts and underwear completely, leaving you exposed and aching for his touch. Björn looks down at you with hungry
His gaze drifts down between your legs, taking in the sight of you spread out before him, wet and eager. He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you once more. The taste of you on his tongue sends shivers through his body as he feels himself growing even harder.
With one hand still occupied with teasing your breast, Björn reaches down with the other and positions himself at your entrance. He pushes forward slowly, feeling the tight heat of you stretch around him as he begins to thrust inside. His movements are slow and controlled at first, allowing both of you time to adjust to the feel of skin on skin.
As he continues to pound into you, his free hand slides up underneath your shirt once more, cupping your breast again as he seeks purchase on something solid beneath the fabric. The sounds of their bodies moving together fill the room; the slapping of flesh against flesh and your moans echoing through the air around them.
It's only a matter of moments before Björn feels himself reaching the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he drives into you with one final thrust. He growls incoherently into your neck, every muscle tense and aching as his release washes over him. His weight presses down heavily on top of you now, but he doesn't seem to mind; instead, he holds himself above you for a moment longer before collapsing back onto the couch with a satisfied moan.
Hot breath fans across your neck and cheek as Björn kisses his way up from your collarbone to your ear. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, sounding dazed and sated all at once. "That was...wow." His hands smooth up over your stomach, coming