Page 50 of Down and Dirty

“You liked your first orgasm, huh?”

“’Twas interesting.”

“Interesting?” he nigh yelled. You would have thought she’d hurled some great insult his way. “It was more than interesting, babe.”

She shrugged. “Euphoric then. Like the rush after a hard-won battle. Or the satisfaction of a particularly good meal following a fast, as evidenced by a loud belch. Or a ladle of cool spring water to quench a fierce thirst.”

“This has got to be a first for me. She’s comparing my sexual prowess with a belch!” He rolled his eyes with mock dismay.

Even Britta saw the humor in those comparisons. And Britta was nothing if not honest. She liked what Zachary had done to her, and she was curious to see what he would do next.

Britta had no time for thought then as Zachary began to lead her on yet another journey into sexual bliss.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

“I am not beautiful, and save your slick words. They gain you naught with me. Do what you will with me and be done.”

“Britta, Britta, Britta, there’s no rush here. We have all night for this sexual adventure.”

“There may be no hurry for you, but there is for me. This journey progressses too slow for my taste. Like pouring thick honey syrup, when what I crave is thin, honeyed mead.”

He laughed. “Food again!”

She must have frowned her opinion, because he added, “The best meal is savored slowly, bit by bit. And I intend to savor you for a long long time.”

“How long?”

“Hours and hours.”

“What? I expect to be asleep shortly and up afore dawn to return to the base.”

“All night long. I’ve been dreaming about this forever, and no one is going to rush me.”

“Oh, for Thor’s sake! What can a man and woman do for so many hours? Nay, do not answer that. You will no doubt say something coarse.”

And he did. In explicit, crude detail. He told her a dozen and more things he planned to do to her, things she had ne’er heard of and some she guessed might be physically impossible. Then he told her a dozen things he would like her to do to him.

He’d stunned her speechless, as he had intended. Then whilst she was still gaping at him, he leaned down, brushing his lips back and forth over hers till she became pliant. But did he then stick his tongue in her mouth like he did afore? Nay! Not even when she opened her mouth for him. Instead, he chuckled and moved on, nibbling at her chin and jaw and moving up to her ear. Her ear, for the love of Odin! There he did some engaging things with the wet tip of his tongue, tracing her whorls, plunging into the canal. The sensations he created in her ear ricocheted down to her nether parts, where warm liquid pooled. Hmmm, mayhap the ear is not such a bad place to start. Still, this was syrup, and whilst syrup was fine and good, her appetite had been whetted for ale.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“Nay, how much?”

“That was a rhetorical question.”

“Well, you have dawdled so much I no longer want you.”

“Liar.”

“I am just curious.”

“Liar. Do you want to know how I can tell?”

“Nay.”

But he told her, again in explicit detail. Something about erect nipples, slick folds, flushed face, panting breath, and swelling clit. She did not ask what he meant, not about folds, not about clits, suspecting she would learn more than she wanted to know about those signs her body revealed.

“Plus, you haven’t smacked me upside the head yet. If you really didn’t want me, you would have let me know, in spades.”