Page 101 of The Very Virile Viking

The hand that was wrapped around her shoulder dropped lower, under her back, and the fingertips caressed the side of her breast. Even with the nightshirt, she felt his touch, and it was tempting.

"Magnus, no."

The hand slipped lower and began to bunch up more and more of her nightshirt, thus raising the hem inch by inch till not just her legs were exposed, but some other places besides.

Oh, Magnus. "No, Magnus."

"Come on, Angela," he coaxed. With his mouth he nudged her face up so that he could kiss her.

Between his kisses he kept murmuring, "Please… please… please…"

Don't tempt me like this. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," she groaned out. He was nibbling at her ear now, when he wasn't inserting his tongue in it, then blowing softly.

"I'm afraid you'll hurt me if you don't. Take off that shert now, sweetling. You are making me hot."

"That's not why you're hot," she said with a laugh as she looked down between his legs. Still, she sat up and pulled the shirt over her head.

"I know." He put his hand on her nape and pulled her down so that he could kiss her in earnest now.

She lay on her left side with her right hand cupping one side of his face. Her breasts rested against his chest, and his hand continued to press against the back of her neck, but that was the only way in which they touched. His other arm lay useless on the mattress… useless as far as their lovemaking, that is.

When he moved that arm, his shoulder would hurt.

"I love you… I love you… I love you," he said against her mouth, in between kisses.

And she responded with, "I love you… I love you… I love you," as well before taking the aggressive role he seemed to want. Opening her mouth over his, she licked his lips and moved from side to side till he allowed her entrance. Then she used her tongue to taste and plunge, over and over, in the movements he usually employed to simulate the sex act.

He must have liked what she was doing because he groaned… then groaned again.

"On top," he grunted out. "Lie on top of me, Angela."

Oh, boy! It's a lot harder playing the lead than I thought it would be. She followed his directive and arranged herself carefully over him. She couldn't resist then. She moved her breasts from side to side over his chest hairs, thus proving that "playing the lead" had some advantages. That sensuous abrasion was enough to send ripples of pleasures coursing across her skin in wave after wave. Yep, definite advantages . She closed her eyes briefly, wanting to savor all the delicious sensations.

"More… do it more," he urged hoarsely.

"Whatever you want, sweetie. Whatever you want."

A laugh escaped through his gritted teeth. "Never say that to a man. You ne'er know what he might ask of you."

Well, she didn't know about that, but she was more than willing to comply with his simple request for more. She undulated against him so that now her breasts and her pubic area brushed his chest and

stomach in rhythmic fashion. Between her thighs, behind her buttocks, she could feel his hardened penis… which seemed harder and longer now. A hot wetness pooled in her most secret places.

"Sit up," he urged now. When she did, he added, "Higher," and motioned her to shimmy her body farther so that her bottom rested on his belly. Then he told her exactly what he wanted. "Give me your breast, Angela. You take it in your hand and put it in my mouth."

She hesitated. It was such an intimate thing to do.

"Do it, dearling."

She put an elbow on the pillow beside his head. Then she placed her other hand under her breast, lifting it high so that the nipple stood out turgid and proud. Lowering herself, she gave him her breast, which he immediately began suckling.

She whimpered at the intensity of excitement he generated there with his lips and tongue and teeth. His other hand played with her other breast, pinching it slightly into prominent pleasure-pain. She couldn't hold her body still, so aroused was she. Because she straddled his wide body, her legs were spread to their limits. Thus, rotating her hips in a circle, she managed to rub the slickness of her engorged folds and the protruding bud. Is this masturbation or lovemaking ? She decided that it didn't matter if it pleased the man she loved, and there was no doubt in her mind that Magnus was pleased.

"Come closer," he choked out.

At first she thought she hadn't heard right. She glanced up and saw that his lips were slack with arousal and his eyes were glazed with passion. He waggled his fingers at her, indicating he wanted her up higher on his body.

She knew instinctively what he wanted, and, as much as she loved him, she was not sure she could do that . But then some inner voice nagged at her. What greater love is there for a woman to give a man than her total trust… her total surrender ?