Page 79 of Viking in Love

“Bringing the feast table closer.” He began to lap up the honey.

And she began to tingle, all over, but especially where he was “feasting.” She closed her eyes, which were no doubt rolling back in their sockets. She made huffing sounds to keep from peaking again. She stiffened her body to resist all the sensations battering her body like pellets of warm rain.

“Relax,” he said, playing with her breasts while his tongue was busy torturing her below.

“You jest. I could no more relax than…oh! Ooooooh!”

“Didst like that, sweetling?” he asked after licking his way up one side and down the other of her female folds, then sticking his tongue inside her.

“I will be pissing honey water for a fortnight,” she chuffed out.

He chuckled, and she felt his breath over her sensitized mons. “You do have a way with bluntness, m’lady.”

She told him what he could do with his bluntness, and he chuckled some more. Best she keep her coarse words to herself, because they only gave him fodder for humor.

“Surely this is a perversion,” she observed on a moan of rising passion.

“Of the best kind,” he agreed.

“I do not want to peak again like this. I want you inside me.”

“I thought you would never ask, sweetling.” He lowered her legs back to the bed, kneed her thighs farther apart, and levered himself over her. “Ready?”

“Are you serious? I am overready.”

“Good,” he said, then mounted her with a mighty thrust into her female channel, which caused her traitorous inner muscles to milk him in welcome. In truth, her body had a choke hold on him that would not let go.

“Oh. My. God!” he gritted out. “You are killing me.”

“Good,” she was the one to say now, but she was soon at a loss for words as he stretched her as never before with a penetration so deep she feared he would break something inside her. Nay, that was not so, she realized, as her body melted around his hot staff, easing his way.

“You feel…” he gasped, “like heaven.”

“And you, as well.” She kissed his neck.

“I cannot wait. I cannot.” In the throes of his escalating passion, which ignited hers, as well, he locked fingers with hers.

She was almost frightened by the intensity of his feverish arousal, except that his guttural endearments and the tremors rippling over his body were a reflection of her own excitement. They fed off each other.

When his thrusts became short and rough, when he reared his neck back, and let loose with an exultant shout of triumph, she realized that he was still inside her, and his hot seed was hitting the wall of her womb. With a loud roaring in her ears, desire and love…yea, love, damn his eyes…filled her to overflowing, and she cried out her peaking.

For a long time afterward, she lay in his arms, enveloped by a dreamy afterglow of satisfaction. Neither of them was capable of speech in the wake of what had been more than an act of sex. Much more. She was shocked by the depth of her feelings for this man and knew she had to keep her emotions to herself, lest she scare him off for the short time they had left together.

“You are amazing,” he said finally. “We were amazing.” His hands were caressing her back, brushing wisps of hair off her face, giving her feathery kisses on her chin and shoulders.

“You make me feel beautiful and prized.” She took his hand and kissed the palm.

“You are beautiful, and any man would prize you.”

She could argue with that, based on her past experience, but she wanted to maintain the harmony that enveloped them at the moment. She cleared her throat. “I want to say something.”

“Uh-oh. Sounds serious.”

“It is. To me. I just want you to know that when this…this…” she waved a hand to indicate the two of them in bed “…is over, I will be thankful.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

“Because you have shown me that lovemaking, or bedplay, or whatever you call it, can be a wondrous thing. This has to be the way that God…or the gods…intended it to be.”