Page 78 of The Caged Viking

What? It’s not me she’s laughing at? Whew! “That bloody rule book is wrong. Men love sex no matter how it comes.”

She put a hand to his face and smiled. “In any case, that was amazing.”

“It was? Even short as it was?”

“Long, short, hard, gentle, standing up, lying down, on top, on bottom, whatever…there’s an attraction to all of those, isn’t there?”

He nodded, and moved his chest back and forth over her breasts, the bristly hairs causing her nipples to engorge. He could swear he almost felt the points pressing against his skin.

“I don’t know how you’re going to outdo, or even match, what you’ve already done…here, in the bathing hut, back at the castle, in the tent.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him coquettishly.

Is she challenging me? Has she not learned that lesson yet? He was still inside her female channel, though limp and needing a rest. Still, he thought of something. “Have you ever heard of the famous Viking S-Spot?”

Her inner muscles flexed, hard. Just once.

But that was enough. His cock stood to attention and probably said that word that Kirstin had used, “Howdy!” Apparently Hauk did not need a rest, after all.

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Role reversal: a modern concept, a timeless practice…

Actually, Kirstin had heard of the famous Viking S-Spot before. Her brothers were always talking about it with each other, always in a lusty, boastful manner, always in hushed tones so that she and her sisters wouldn’t overhear. As if that wasn’t the inducement for them to make sure they overheard!

Not that Kirstin had ever experienced it herself, if it really existed. She’d never done the deed with a real Viking…until Hauk. A college professor, a Navy SEAL, a wine merchant, and a journalist, but never a true blue Norseman. And, hoo-boy, it was true what they said about Vikings, by the way.

But she decided to give Hauk a break. “Lie back,” she urged, pushing upward.

He eased himself out of her with a grimace of supposed pain and rolled to his back, taking her with him to rest on her side with her head on his shoulder and an arm over his chest. “Like this?” he asked.

“Exactly,” she said, kissing his chin. ‘Let’s just relax a minute. This isn’t a race. We have all night.”

“Ah, so I wore you out already?” He chuckled with sheer male overconfidence and squeezed her tighter so that her breasts were pressed against his side.

Let him think that.

“You didn’t answer my question.” The fingers of his free hand trailed over her shoulder and down her back to the small of her waist and the top of her crack. He hesitated there…thank God! She didn’t know a woman alive who wanted to be touched there. But then, he repeated the trail upward, back to her shoulder. He left a ripple of goosebumps in the wake of his wicked fingers.

“Yes, I’ve heard of the Viking S-Spot, from my bragging brothers, but I’m convinced it’s just a bunch of Viking baloney. The kind of skill men claim to have but are never called on.”

“Are you saying you have never experienced it yourself?”

“Hey, there aren’t that many Vikings in modern-day California.”

He grinned and started to rise, putting his hands on both her shoulders, presumably to arrange her on the bed.

“Not yet,” she said.

He paused, only half reclining by now, and arched his brows at her.

“I have something else in mind for the moment. Something that will require no work on your part. Give you time to recover from your last orgasm.”

“Who said I needed time…ah, whatever you want, dearling. What would you suggest?”

“A bit of role reversal.”

“Hmmm,” he said, obviously having no clue what she meant. Even so, he volunteered, “I am always up for games in the bedsport.” He smiled and glanced downward to his rising enthusiasm. “Orgy-asm, though? I like the sound of that.”

“You’ll like what I’m planning even better.”