Chapter 7

Henrik wasn't sure what had gotten into Astrid.

That entire weekend after deciding they would be more than just friends, though not quite dating, had been spent lazily enjoying each others company. They'd worked on assignments together and played more of their favorite video game, never missing the opportunity to feel each other as kisses were shared in generous servings between essay breaks and around games, hands grazed the backs of hands and along shoulders, and knees knocked at the table. All constant assurances that after such a long and bumpy road, the other was simply there.

And while those two consecutive nights had been spent exploring each others bodies in the dark, learning just the right strokes and touches that were needed to send each other toppling blissfully over the edge, they had yet to actually have sex. They were taking their time, and Henrik was enjoying the slow build.

After the weekend was over they agreed that spending every night in the same bed would be too much like living together, and decided to part ways for the sake of slowing down. So Henrik had returned to his lonely apartment, feeling like someone had wrapped a fist around his heart and was slowly trying to crush him from the inside out. He missed her fiercely already. The adoration and longing he'd once felt had grown into a burning fire over just a few days. The only reason he kept pushing for then to take it slow was because he was already completely in love with her and he was terrified of messing it up.

And so they made plans to go on their first real date that Thursday. Everything felt like it was going smoothly. Passing steadily through all the regular checkpoints of a typical new relationship.

But now, it was Thursday, and Astrid was running her hand up and down his leg in the middle of class and making it impossible to focus. He chanced a sidelong glance at her, but she seemed unaware she was even doing anything to him, still focused on their professor and taking notes. There was only ten minutes left of the lecture to go, and Henrik tried desperately to focus on the information that seemed to be flowing straight over his head.

He closed his eyes and tried to tune out his senses, everything but his straining ears.

Her warm, soft hand moved from his knee, gently stroking higher... Higher... Higher... His breath hitched, as she gently squeezed his thigh, right at the point where his leg bent into his hip, her fingers gently grazing his cock. His eyes snapped open to her face, to see her still focused on writing her notes, but the faintest hint of a smirk graced her lips, the tiniest upturn of the corners of her mouth.

She was doing it on purpose.

Henrik determinedly faced the front again, staring at the professor. He could handle his girlfriend trying to tease him for a few minutes, he could- Oh!

A small gasp left his mouth that he quickly covered in a cough. She had started to rub his cock through his pants, blatant disregard for where they were. He glanced at her face again, saw her grinning down at her notes, as her hand worked him, gently squeezing and stroking. Grateful they were at least sat in the back corner of the room, the lecture hall half empty around them.

He bit back a groan as he felt himself get painfully hard in his pants, itching for relief. The slow torture continued for what felt like an eternity. And then finally, it stopped. When Henrik opened his eyes, people were rising from their seats to leave, as was Astrid, while Henrik tried to regain control of his labored breathing.

He did groan then, frustrated as he got out of his seat, awkwardly carrying his bag in front of him. They made their way to the parking lot to get home, Astrid dragging him along by the hand.

Suffice to say, the car ride home was a distracted one. Astrid didn't dare try to stroke him while he was driving, but Henrik still felt her hand gripping his leg on the short drive, the need dripping from her fingers so he could feel it bubbling up in himself.

"What's gotten into you?"

She grinned at him cheekily, while they were stopped at a red light.

"You look yummy today."

He laughed. "You're going to make us late for our reservations! We agreed I was just going to drop you home after class and then pick you up later?"

She pouted at him. "Please? Promise it won't take long."

He groaned, and her victorious smirk meant she knew he'd caved. He couldn't deny her anything.

When they reached her flat, they were no sooner fumbling with each others clothes than they were hastily throwing open the door, and making their way to Astrid's bedroom.

By the time Henrik was falling onto the bed, legs dangling over the side and Astrid clambering to straddle him, they were both barechested and heaving, as she worked at unbuckling his pants. As she discarded his pants, and then his boxers, his head fell back on the bed, hands fisting in the sheets as she finally gripped his needy cock in her hand.

She stroked him at a maddeningly slow pace, her touch feather light, and making his whole body tighten in desperation to have her do more. Groaning and gasping for air, he placed a hand over hers, forcing her to squeeze him more, to give him at least some relief. His hips started bucking in her hand, and she did almost nothing to help him, until he was thrusting at a pace that foretold his oncoming release. He was so close, his precum leaking all over their hands, when she finally pushed him away, and started pumping him furiously, her tongue circling his head and lapping at all the leaking juices that oozed down his shaft. Her mouth closed over him as he bucked and shouted, thrusting into her mouth as much as he could, his come finally spilling from him, filling her mouth as she sucked him dry. And didn't stop until he was gently tugging her away at the overstimulation.

"Astrid." He was heaving.

But then he heard her gasp as well.

"How are you still hard!"

"Ah. Um yeah, that happens sometimes... Ill need a cold shower or something..."

He covered his face, feeling a little awkward.

"Its not that that wasn't absolutely fantastic, I just, yeah. I don't know why sometimes."

When he peaked at her face, she was staring at him so adoringly he almost felt her gaze like a physical heat on his skin. But then she reached to pull his arm away from his face and kissed him, sending all his worries flying out the door.

After their kiss grew hungrier, Henrik decided to start moving his assault down her body. Kissing her jaw, then her neck, sending shivers down her body, when he reached her collarbone, he sucked a bruise into her skin just beneath it, then moved on to her soft mounds gently squeezing and kissing and rubbing them.

When he reached her stomach, he peppered open mouthed kisses down a straight line passing over her belly button. Reaching her waist band he looked back up at her face, asking permission to rip her clothes off, she nodded at him, and he yanked her pants down to her knees, underwear coming with them. When she was bare, he wasted no time in moving straight to her core. She might enjoy teasing him with not enough, but he loved pouring so much into his assault on her body that it was almost too much for her to bear. He placed firm kisses to her clit, sucking the nub in as he did, and then his tongue was dipping inside her and lapping at her slick centre, from base to clit, over and over again. He could feel her legs trembling as he held her thighs open and so moved to focus his mouth on her pearl. fingers snaking across her legs to reach her, dipping two fingers into her while he began to suck, rubbing his tongue back and forth against it from within his cheeks. His pace was furious, and Astrid was coming undone within minutes. Calling out his name as she came, her body arching and writhing beneath him and he revelled in it. Watched her beautiful face with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a musical moan.

When her body finally stilled save for a few jerky twitches as his fingers slid out of her and his tongue swiped over her one last time, she looked back at him as he crawled up her body for a kiss.

Before he could let her deepen it and drive him even more crazy, he broke away and stepped off the bed reaching for his clothes. The derisive grumble that came out of her made him laugh.

As he pulled on his shirt, he spoke.

"I am going home to get dressed now so that we can make it to dinner on time. I'll be back in an hour, so get ready. Hopefully you won't have too much trouble with that?"

He added in a low voice near her ear after pulling on his shirt, then grinned at her and kissed her on the cheek. She glared at him and swung her legs over the side of the bed as though trying to prove she was fine. But when she stood, it wasn't a moment before he was reaching for her as her knees buckled, and being in the midst of pulling on his pants, his balance had been compromised. With a yelp he sent them tumbling back onto the bed. He heard Astrid's gasp as he let out a string of apologies.

"Sorry! Sorry. Not the best idea with my legs tangled. Sorry."

He had fallen onto her in a position where her hand was able to feel a certain part of his body that he didn't have time to deal with just then.

"Hiccup, you're still hard! I thought it was just slow to go down before but you meant it literally just stays...?"

"Yes well, you try to watch you come until your knees are weak and not be aroused. But, well, it just never went down after you uh, blew me. It happens sometimes."

He saw her start to reach for him, but tapped her hands away.

"Astrid no! We are going to be late, and this is an important milestone for us. We can continue this afterwards, you insatiable creature."

"Look who's talking, Hick!"

"Well. I will deal with that on my own and be back in an hour to pick you up."

Astrid growled at him as though this was a sin. Her fingers biting into him where they rested in a possessive manner.

He chuckled at her and pecked another kiss on her cheek before pulling her hands off of him, and extricating himself from their tangle of limbs on the bed.

"One hour! Be ready, milady."

He said as he finally pulled his pants up, uncomfortably adjusting himself. He grabbed his bag and blew a kiss as he left her lying in a mess on the bed. Her grumpiness evident on her face, and making him laugh.

He was able to rush home, and finally jumped in a cold shower that only helped bring himself down to half mast.

Gods did he want her. but already the use of their mouths and hands had been unbelievable. He truly wanted to do this right, and wanted to show her that there was no need to rush things because neither of them were going anywhere.

And sure when they finally did go all the way, she wouldn't be his first, nor him hers. But each would be the first that really ever mattered, and that's why he wanted it to be perfect. Although if she kept torturing him like this, he wouldn't have it in him to slow down.