Page 53 of Down and Dirty

And, whoo-boy, there was definitely going to be more if Britta’s fingers trailing down his chest were any indication. The fingers paused to stir the curly hairs on his chest and test his nipples, then moved over his abdomen, then his belly. When she got to never-never land, she took his half-erect penis in hand and studied it.

He counted to fifty, silently, trying to get himself under control. Otherwise, this movie was going to be over before the previews were done.

“Can we do it again?” she asked.

“Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

Taking her hand, he raised it to his mouth and kissed the palm. Then he tugged her up and over him.

“What do you say we have us a rodeo?”

She frowned in confusion.

But she wasn’t confused for long.

And praise God, the saints, and some long-dormant gene for sexuality, but Britta was the most uninhibited lover he’d ever had. Once she’d settled herself in the saddle, so to speak, she smiled.

“I like it.”

“I thought you would.”

“Can I move?”

“I would hope so.”

“Any way I want?”

“Oh, yeah!”

She arranged her legs on either side of him and rose up high. Pausing before she lowered herself onto him, she looked just like a Valkyrie he’d seen in a painting one time riding some otherworld destrier. All wild blonde hair, sharp Norse features, long-waisted and long-legged, beautiful beyond belief.

She was any man’s dream come true. She was his dream come true.

Then his sweet Valkyrie rode him hard. After that, she rode him gently… and slow. She bit his bottom lip, then kissed him boneless. She tongued his ear and whispered what must seem indecent words to her. She played with his nipples and was fascinated by his balls. Then she did it all over again. And again. And again.

He was in sex heaven.

So he fondled her breasts while she leaned over him, and kneaded her buttocks. He showed her how to brush her breasts back and forth across his chest so that the nipples were abraded by his chest hairs.

He fit so tightly inside of her. It was like warm oil caressing him with each stroke. He didn’t want it to ever stop, but he didn’t think he could stand much more.

And when he felt her inner muscles start to spasm — presaging her upcoming climax — he forced her to stop and not move, to prolong and intensify her pleasure. Three times he did this. And then she screamed.

As she rippled over and around his cock, milking him, he might have screamed, too. At the very least, he bucked up, over and over, making her work extra hard for this rodeo prize.

In the end, they both lay splayed on the bed, holding hands. He glanced over at her and said, “Britta?”

“Hmmmm?”

“You make me happy.”

As far as declarations of affection went, it was not all that hot. But then she smiled at him and said, “I’m happy, too.”

And then, bless her Viking heart, she added, “Can we do it again?”

“Baby, I have something to show you,” said the Big Bad Wolf to Red Riding Hood…

Britta awakened during the night to the sound of rustling.