The tentative feel of her fingers encircling his cock almost made him come right then and there. He gritted his teeth, holding himself completely still while she explored. She lifted her head, the bewilderment darkening her eyes to a dark, stormy blue sending his need to further heights.
"It's hard, but so soft, too."
Odin's teeth, her purity would drive him to madness. He choked on the shout threatening to escape, worried he might frighten her. Since when did he care so much for his lover's needs? A moment later, the thought scattered when she more firmly surrounded him, her hands moving over his shaft and down to cup his balls. She gave him a gentle squeeze, immediately releasing him when he groaned.
"Did I hurt you?"
He stroked his fingers through her hair and smiled, giving a shake of his head.
"I assure you, you are not hurting me. In fact, I want you to continue."
A hint of a smile lifted the corners of her mouth and she resumed her attentions, stroking and squeezing, until he thought he might explode in her hand. Slowly, he eased her hand from him, struggling to steady his racing heart. If he wanted to enjoy her mouth, he needed to gather his wits.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. But you are not finished yet." He cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I want you to take me in your mouth."
Once more, the naïve widening of her eyes charmed him. She would be the death of him if he did not take care.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She gave a nod, despite his grip on her chin. "Are you?"
He let loose the bark of laughter, though he didn't answer her, knowing he wasn't sure himself. Releasing her chin, he pointed at his cock.
For several moments, she appeared to be considering how to proceed. Just as he was about to tell her, she took a position sitting on the end of the bed. He watched her, realizing he had no need to instruct her. Her curiosity and natural inborn passion would lead her.
When she leaned forward, Hradi sucked in a breath. At the first touch of her tongue swiping along his tip, he let out the breath in a harsh groan. Delight speared through him, hot and hazy, and leaving his knees trembling.
Again and again, each stroke of her tongue drew forth a delight surely fit only for the gods. Never had he felt such lust, such need, as this little witch stirred. When she enclosed the head of his cock in her lips, he almost lost his command over his release. Somehow, he managed to hold himself back, his eyes closing when she sucked him still deeper into her mouth.
She possessed a natural talent. The errant thought floated through the cacophony of desire overtaking his senses. Each pull of her mouth sent him hurtling toward his release. He wanted to hold back, make it last, but she fluttered her tongue against him and his control slipped. He had a brief worry about coming in her mouth, but before he could warn her, she tightened her fingers around him and gave a mighty pull on his cock.
Unable to hold back any longer, his balls tightened nearly painfully before he exploded in her mouth, his seed erupting with such force, it left him momentarily blinded. His climax seemed to last forever, Katrin sucking and stroking and leaving him limp as a newborn babe. He didn't know how he'd freed himself or settled them both back into the bed, his thoughts still hazy and lust-clouded.
She snuggled close. "Did that please you?"
Her soft question, filled with wariness, almost made him hard again. He pressed a kiss against her forehead. "Very much. It seems I didn't have to teach you much after all."
"I learn fast."
There was a pride in her voice that drew another chuckle. He hugged her tighter. Despite not taking her completely, as he would have liked, he was more satisfied than he had ever been before.
CHAPTER TEN
Hradi woke with a jolt. The soft glow of the lamp told him it was still dark.
Another dream. He didn't remember, but based on the anger and betrayal lingering in his sleep-clouded thoughts, he knew who he had dreamt about. Oddly, this time, no remorse or guilt mingled with the anger, as it usually did.
He glanced at Katrin, curled against him, one arm slung across his chest. The feel of her breasts, shifting with each of her breaths, burned against him. His cock stirred and he wished to wake her, but didn't. His attempt to block the recollection of her soft lips and hands stroking him failed. He stifled a groan and forced his thoughts back to the dream.
Why had he dreamt of Dota now? Tonight? Was Katrin somehow the key to his redemption for his part in Dota's death? He rubbed his hand over his face, but the confusion remained. He'd thought of his former slave in passing the last few days, but to dream of her while he had Katrin in his bed, in his arms, seemed somehow wrong.
"What troubles you?"
Katrin's soft whisper cut through the dark thoughts rioting in his head. He glanced down to find her staring at him with sleepy eyes. The sight made him hard.
"I…" He didn't know what to say. Telling her he had a troubling dream seemed somehow weak, yet the urge to share the tale with her grew stronger. He heaved a deep breath. "I had a strange dream."
