Going for Gold (An Olympic Medal Romance Book 1) by LV Lewis Read Free Book Online

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    “I don’t think I’m patient enough to have you keep doing that.” He pulled a foil package from his pocket. “Your country sure knows how to welcome competition.”
    She laughed. Louisa had told her how the Olympic Village was stocked with condoms for when athletes had down time, information Juan had told Louisa. 
    Mia felt so safe with Gunnar and was glad he thought of protection. She was so lost in him that it was the last thing on her mind. 
    When he claimed her mouth with his, she felt him at her opening. He continued kissing her as he slid part of the way in.
    She threw her head back as he stretched her more with each gentle push. 
    “Focus on me, Mia,” he said. “I’m right here.”
    She looked into his eyes, fearing that her small body might not be able to accommodate him fully.
    Gunnar’s gaze held a reverence for what was happening between them. “Is this your first time?”
    She shook her head and had to take deep breaths to concentrate on him as her body mingled pleasure with the underlying hints of pain. “Oh, Gunnar,” She moaned.
    “Are you okay?” He stilled over her as his reverence became concern.
    She nodded, and he slid all the way inside, allaying her fears that she wouldn’t adjust to him.
    He captured her nipple before he moved again. She felt full and complete with him there, and when he began to move in earnest her world spun from the friction.
    He was slow as she adjusted to his size, and the pleasure only increased with each gentle and smooth stroke.
    She wanted to tell him to move faster, but she couldn’t speak.
    Gunnar lifted her leg and hit a new angle inside of her. Slowly, he moved back until he hit that spot that made her think she would go crazy as the sensations consumed her and filled her from her core.
    A bead of sweat trickled down his neck and on his chest, and she couldn't stop her reaction of licking him there. He tasted so masculine as she moved up and sucked on his neck.
    The music below thrummed through the building and into her, overwhelming each of her senses. As the tempo changed to a faster beat, Gunnar moved in tune with it.
    Tension bottled up inside her and begged for release, until he hit her just in time to explode. It vibrated from where they connected and spread through her limbs. She bit down slightly to find gravity from the force of her orgasm.
    They were no longer moving to the music around them. It formed into something of their own creation with each thrust, pant, and scream until all the sounds merged.
    His pace quickened until she felt him arch back with his own release. That sent her on another high she wasn't expecting.
    He fell to his side and pulled her close to him. The humidity made sheets unnecessary, and it was hard to see anyone else up here this late at night, so she snuggled against him.
    She knew Gunnar was still awake from his breathing. It was still heavy from exertion, but neither of them spoke as the music continued at the party below.
    It would go on for hours if the police didn’t come and break them up. The celebration time depended on the night, and she hoped that it went on until sunrise.
    Her thoughts came back to peck at her, and she wanted to ask Gunnar about why he didn’t tell her everything like she had revealed to him.
    “What’s it like?” she finally asked, brushing her lips across his chest.
    “What’s what like?” His voice sounded lighter as if almost on the brink of sleep.
    “Pole vaulting. What does it feel like?”
    Gunnar was silent for so long that she wondered if she needed to ask him the question again.
    “It’s hard to explain it.”
    “Try. Please?”
    “I guess it’s similar to an extreme adrenaline rush, just like no other.” He put his arm around her and pulled her in, even though she couldn’t get any closer. “When you’re running, you know what’s coming. Vaulting is different, because you’re even more aware of each second, that time it takes just before you take flight