A soft slide across her tight nipple drove her fingers deep into his shoulders. Hold on. She had to, for the world spun about her. When he pinched the tip of her breast, the sweet burst of pain-pleasure left her quivering. Her release loomed over her, close, yet still out of reach. She recalled their first night, when he'd stirred that magnificent bliss solely by caressing her breasts. Knowing he had such carnal power over her brought a moment's panic, one that was quickly chased by a tight pinch on her other breast. Fire seared her veins and she wanted more. She'd face the consequences later.
"Ari." His name erupted on a hoarse whisper.
"Yes. I know you feel it too,ástin minn."
The words to refute him wouldn't form. She clung to his wet flesh while he caressed and patted, stroked and pinched again. Her mind whirled with the dark and decadent pleasure coursing through her, her pussy wet and hot and demanding to be filled.
When he drew away, Thora shivered. The slow current threatened to sweep her away and she tightened her hold. His chuckle sounded like a roar to her dazed senses. He took her hands in his.
"Come." He led her toward the bank. She obeyed without thought. Each step only intensified the longing in her sex. The man had reduced her to a wanton in only a couple of weeks. When the day came to leave him, and it would, eventually, intuition warned she would never know such passion again.
Lost in the chaos of her thoughts, she jerked to full awareness when he let go. Still unable to think of a word to say, she stood silently when he reached for the drying cloth. After running it over his head and shoulders, he reached for her.
She attempted to take the cloth from him, but he pulled it out of her reach. "Stay still."
The rough brush of the cloth on her damp and sensitive skin stoked the flames once more and her breath hitched. He concentrated on his task, running the cloth slowly over her breasts. Lower and lower he moved, slipping it between her legs. He didn't move it then, merely held it against her sex.
"Stop teasing me!"
The words snapped out of her before she even realized they'd formed. His response was a broad grin and a wink.
"You like when I do this."
He pulled the cloth even tighter against her pussy. Another sharp intake of breath, but the mere contact was not enough. And he knew it as well, of that she had no doubt.
"How do you ask me for your pleasure, Thora?"
At any other time, his words might seem a taunt, and perhaps now they were as well. She didn't care. She'd give him what he wanted, so he would do the same for her. She hoped.
"Please, Ari, stop teasing. Take me. Make me come."
The flare of lust in his eyes bored into her. He dropped the cloth, scooping her up against his chest before lowering her to the furs he'd spread on the ground. He loomed over her, but the sight only stirred more excitement. Her breasts tingled, nipples tight and hard, as if reaching for his touch.
He caught her hands, stretching her arms above her head while he settled into the wide welcome of her legs. Pinned and helpless, her excitement soared to even greater heights. His cock brushed her sex and she undulated toward him. He didn't enter her, instead reaching underneath to pinch her ass. Hard. She squealed.
"WhenIam ready."
His words, husked with desire, reminded her he maintained control. She didn't care, only wanted him to hurry before the frustration racing through her stole her wits forever. She gave a whine when he brushed gentle kisses along her cheek, across her nose to the other side, to her ear and down her neck. By the time he reached her chest, she was gasping for air, her fingers clenched, her entire body aquiver. She wrapped her legs around his waist, an effort to urge him into her, but he held back.
He took his time, his tongue and lips a fevered torment she wanted never to end. He transferred her wrists to one hand, and now his fingers added to the sensations he bestowed. When his mouth closed around one taut nipple, she let out a keening wail, half-plea, half-denial. He murmured something against her skin; she couldn't make out the muffled words, but the vibration of his voice sent an arc of fire along her spine.
Her head thrashed against the furs and she bowed against him, an attempt to convey the ferocity of her need. Nothing she did urged him into her and she fell back in surrender, tears of frustration burning her eyes.
As if he sensed her submission, his hand moved between their bodies. She sucked in a breath, held it, holding herself still and praying to Freyja above to take pity on her. The goddess must have heard, for Ari's fingers moved along her sex, seeking and caressing. She arched her head back, stifling a scream when Ari's teeth nipped at her neck, soothing the sting with his tongue while his fingers continued their passionate dance along her pussy. He caught the hard bundle of nerves and gave a gentle pinch. The first rumbling of bliss taunted her when he withdrew, then returned to repeat the motion, his mouth still hot along her throat.
Another squeeze, this one harsher, and Thora's vision went white, the stinging pleasure so intense, her toes curled and her body bucked wildly against his, even though he pinned her securely. Her cries rang through her head, and for a moment, she thought she tumbled through the air, the pulses of delight seeming to last forever. If only. His wicked touch kept her spinning, soaring from one peak to the next.
The suddenness of his cock filling her sent her into another screaming climax. She welcomed his rough and hard pounding; when he released her wrists, she curled her body around his, squeezing him with her sex. He groaned, delivering another harsh pinch to her ass, but she barely noticed, too caught up in the tumult. She latched her mouth onto his neck, sucking and licking, savoring the heady salty taste of his skin. Soon his shouts drowned hers, and the sound of her name torn from his mouth sent more ripples of ecstasy sizzling through her veins.
He slowed his pace, his heavy breaths mingling with her gasps and pants. She fell back to the furs, her fingers still curled in his hair. How did he manage to make each time more intense than the last? He rested his forehead against hers, his gaze locked on hers.
"You amaze me."
Had she truly heard the softly whispered words? She barely had a moment to think on it further when he slid free of her body. She truly disliked the empty feeling, but it was soon chased when he cupped her cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Come, we must return to our camp."
His words dissipated the lust-filled haze fog still holding her in its tenacious grip. On shaky legs, she rose and allowed him to help her dress. When their belongings had been gathered, he slid his arm about her shoulders and drew her close. Good thing, for she wasn't sure she had the strength to walk on her own.
