The last thing Torsten thought before his seed shot out of him in bolts of searing heat was that if Moon ever heard about that moment, he would definitely kill him.
Aife was beyond shame, beyond doubt, beyond anything.
The feel of Torsten’s manhood hard in her hand, the masculine scent of him, the way he groaned and writhed under her caresses, everything about that moment was pure bliss. Stroking him had been the most wickedly satisfying thing she had ever done. It had rendered her incapable of thinking, so much so that she’d admitted out loud to her most secret thoughts and desires. And it was true that these last few nights she had pleasured herself imagining not Sven kissing her, as she had of late, but Torsten, and how she wanted their heated kisses to evolve into something more.
Well, here was the chance to make it happen.
Unable to resist the temptation, she’d placed the flat of her tongue at the base of Torsten’s shaft and slowly licked her way up, marveling at the sensation. There was such power contained under the velvety skin… Acting on instinct, she’d closed her lips around the smooth head, and sucked on it, gently at first, then harder when Torsten had closed his fingers in her hair and begged her in a raspy voice. What he’d been begging for exactly, she wasn’t sure but she’d wanted to give it.
He felt too good in her mouth for her to stop anyway.
In one bold move, she took him all the way to the root.
A heartbeat later she felt a jerk and a warm, sticky substance landed on her tongue. Another, even more powerful jerk followed, then another. Unsure what to do, Aife waited, cradling the tip of Torsten’s manhood against her tongue while he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. The strangled cry he gave when he finally finished twitching was the most erotic she had ever heard. Satisfaction washed over her.Shehad done that, she had pushed him over the edge. He’d thought somethingwas broken within him and she’d proved that wasn’t the case by bringing him pleasure in no time.
Not that he had been the only one benefiting from this.
She’d feared no man would find her desirable, and he’d shown her that she’d been wrong. He’d been hard for her, he’d welcomed her caresses, he’d liked her ministrations. It was clear that the problem was not her, but the men who had been too entranced by others to notice her. Apparently, she could be more than enough.
Gratitude filled her and she took a good look at Torsten who was still panting on the furs, with his neck arched and his arms outstretched. She wished the scene had been drenched in sunlight instead of wrapped in darkness. What a glorious sight he would be, recovering from the pleasure she had given him.
After a while he opened his eyes and raised himself on his elbows, looking barely strong enough to support himself, and utterly dazed.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t—” He had to allude to the releasing of his seed into her mouth, for he had definitely been able to perform like a man. “I couldn’t stop myself. It was too good.”
“It’s all right.”
Eager to live this first experience with a man to the full, she had quickly swallowed the salty liquid flooding her mouth, and she could tell that it had been the right thing to do. Torsten seemed awed by her generosity.
“Aife. You really are a woman like no other.” His hand landed on her cheek, the gesture so tender she felt tears sting her eyes. In that moment she was glad for the shadows engulfing the ruins, as it helped conceal her emotion. “Thank you.”
“It’s not a problem.” That was a ridiculous thing to say, but she couldn’t think of anything else. Sucking on his most masculine part had been delicious, both wicked and sensual, and she had loved every moment. It had reminded her of the day shehad licked honey from his fingers in the forest. At the time, she had thought it the most scandalous thing imaginable. She now knew that it had been nothing in comparison.
There was only one problem. Torsten had reached his release, but she had not. And her body was on fire, demanding she do something about it.
Aife lay back down on her side of the furs, arms wrapped around her middle, wondering how to appease the need boiling in her veins. This had been for Torsten, a way to prove to him that he could enjoy what other men enjoyed. She could not start making demands on him now, even if her blood had been stirred by the sheer wickedness of the experience. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm. Eventually her desire for more would go away.
There was a rustle from her right and a heartbeat later she was trapped under a deliciously hot masculine body. Torsten was caging her in, his hands cradling her head, his legs imprisoning hers, his face inches away from hers.
“What are you?—”
“Are you aroused?” he purred in her ear, much in the same way she had spoken to him earlier. All the nerves endings in her body ignited at the same time.
She had been aroused, and now that he was covering her with his naked body, she was desperate. Could she admit to it? Would he be pleased to know that sucking on him had set the place between her legs throbbing, or disgusted by this proof of her wantonness? She decided to be honest. There had been too many lies between them already.
“Yes,” she breathed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “I fear I’m too aroused to go to sleep.”
Could she ask him if he minded if she touched herself? Her body was so taut it wouldn’t take long for her to erupt. Would she dare do such a thing with him so close?
In the end there was no need to say anything.
“Well then, we cannot have that. It’s your turn to show me what you do to pleasure yourself,” Torsten said, his voice huskier than ever. Fingers landed on her hip, squeezing lightly. “And my turn to help.”
Oh. Aife smiled. Even better.
In the distance, thunder started rumbling again.
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