She smiled and squeezed her fingers.
“Show me what you do to bring yourself pleasure.”
9
Show me what you do to bring yourself pleasure.
Torsten almost erupted from the wicked order pronounced in the sultry voice that so closely resembled the laugh he’d been obsessing about—and the feel of the bold fingers pressing around his manhood. What was the wretched woman doing to him?
“Why would you want to see that?” he rasped, knowing he should instead ask Aife to let go of him and go to sleep. But he could not have uttered the words if his life depended on it. He could barely move or breathe. Her hand around him felt too good, her voice in his ear too seductive. Never had he been more aroused or desperate to see what would happen next. He was utterly at her mercy.
“I don’t want to see it,” she answered, in the same maddening, hoarse voice that caused the hairs at the back of his neck to stand on end. “I just want to know how you do it, so I can do it for you.”
Fuck.
His cock gave an almighty jerk, signaling its agreement to the scheme. In that moment it certainly didn’t feel as if it were aboutto deflate any time soon. Torsten closed his eyes. He could not allow it to control him, or allow Aife to do what she was offering to do.
Or… He paused. Was her idea so crazy? Here in the dark, with a woman he trusted to be understanding—and clean—it would be nothing like it had been with the widow, or even the woman from the other village. With a friend who wanted to help and did not expect anything, who was not after some manly performance, perhaps he could find out if there really was something wrong with him. The experiment with Bera didn’t count, as he had not felt any real desire for her. Surely even Sven would not get hard with a woman he did not truly desire in his arms?
He shook his head, trying to be reasonable. “I don’t want to take advantage of?—”
“You’re not. I asked. I want to do this for you. I’m a fearless warrior, remember?” she said, alluding to what she had told him in the forest when he had fed her the honey. “You haven’t forgotten the kiss we shared that day?”
Forgotten! It was haunting him. It had been carnality itself, and he had thought about it more often than he should.
“No, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Well, I felt you go hard when you held me in your arms and it helped me see that I could be desired, made me happier than I’d been in years. Now it is my turn to help you.” Her fingers started to slide up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed movements that somehow scalded his body all the way to his scalp. “I could make you see that there is nothing wrong with you.”
Could he do it? The last of his scruples lingered, making him hesitate. But then Aife groaned in his ear, and everything disappeared. He rolled over onto his back. With swift, jerky movements, he sent the furs flying into the air, exposing hiserection. Damn, he was so hard he could not remember why he was worried his body would not obey him.
“Close your fingers around me and stroke,” he rasped. He was going to explode if she didn’t do anything to alleviate some of the pressure boiling in his shaft. “Up and down. Harder than you did before. Like this.” He wrapped his bigger, stronger hand over her dainty one and showed her what he meant. He wanted to urge her to go even faster, but at the last moment sanity prevailed. “That is, if you?—”
“I do. Keep your eyes closed,” Aife instructed. “Don’t think, remember. Just feel.”
“Yes, like this. Keep talking to me.”
This time he sensed her hesitation. Clearly, she had no idea what she could say, and it was hard to blame her. This was all new, and he guessed that she had never been asked to talk a man into release. Could he ask her to laugh? No, of course not, and no matter. Her husky voice was enticement enough and might push him over the edge.
“You feel so strong in my hand, so good. I never imagined a man’s member would be so smooth, so warm… I wish I could see it better. It looks beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen, just perfect.” A sigh of pure longing escaped her throat. She wasn’t lying… She thought this part of him beautiful. As if to acknowledge the compliment, his shaft jerked again. “I’ve often thought about it when I touch myself at night, how it would look, how it would feel in my hand.”
Bloody hell! Torsten almost swore out loud. Aife thought about his erect cock when she pleasured herself at night, just like he thought of her when he stroked himself? This was the most arousing thing he had ever heard in his life, and the best thing she could have told him in that moment. Because it meant that she saw him as potent and hard.
As more than a friend.
“What else do you think about?” he whispered. Imagining her in her bed, naked, with her hand between her thighs, writhing with the pleasure she coaxed from her body by thinking of him, was enough to steal his breath and what little was left of his control.
“I also imagine how it would taste if you allowed me lick it.”
And without waiting for his permission, she did just that. Bending her head, she gave a slow, languorous lick along the underside of his shaft. The move utterly undid him and for a moment Torsten feared that he’d unmanned himself. Then Aife moaned her appreciation and he understood that, thankfully, he’d been spared that humiliation. She wouldn’t be moaning if he’d suddenly drenched her with his seed, he was sure of it. Of their own accord, his fingers coiled themselves in her hair, keeping her in place. Responding to the silent command, she engulfed the pulsing head into her mouth, plunging it into the most decadent softness he had ever felt. He groaned, unable to believe the sensation.
Bloody, bloody bleeding hell.
In that moment there was no question of not being able to reach his pleasure, no reason to doubt his virility or ability to function like other men. The very opposite would happen. He was going to explode with unprecedented force, far more quickly than he would have liked—and straight into Aife’s mouth.
His fingers tightened their hold around her head. “Aife, please.”
Whether he was asking her to stop before he flooded her mouth or begging her to bring him to completion, he wasn’t sure. What was certain was that she chose to believe he wanted her to allow him to experience his pleasure to the full. She took him all the way to the back of her throat. That was all it took to push him over the edge.
