She knew only what she wanted, which was for him to do exactly what he had done the previous night... But it would be mortifying to ask him for that carnal blissout loud!
‘Do they not?’ he asked, brushing her hair away from her face lightly.
It was a double-edged blade of agony and ecstasy. She slipped her arms around his neck, her spine arching up to meet him in a silent offer. ‘Please...’
He shied away from her, giving her a playfully stern expression. ‘What do you want?’
‘You,’ she whispered, wriggling beneath him like a snake trying to shed its skin.
She had hoped it would be enough, and when his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, she thought he might give in. But he only leaned closer, capturing her neck gently with one hand so that she would focus on him properly.
‘Tell me what you want me to do...’ he urged, stroking the lines of her throat leisurely.
‘What you did last night...do it again,’ she pleaded, turning her face towards his palm and pressing a desperate kiss against his hot skin.
‘Oh, my darling, I will do that and more. Each night we will take a step forward...together. We will explore all the ways there are to pleasure you.’
‘I want to please you too,’ she said, her hand smoothing up into his messy hair, gripping it tightly and pulling him down towards her.
Finally, his mouth claimed hers and she crushed herself against him with a desperate moan. Their tongues swept over one another, learning their feel and taste, while his hand moved beneath the covers, sliding over the soft fabric of her shift.
‘Tonight,’ he whispered, between kisses, ‘I will please you with my fingers.’ He pressed a hot kiss against the pulse of her neck, even as his hand gathered up the cloth of her shift. ‘Open your legs for me.’
She did as he asked, and his fingers slipped between her legs. His touch was light and sensual, gentle strokes that moved in a circular motion, driving her wild with need. She lifted her hips to his, hoping to rub against him as they had done the previous night.
He nudged her down lightly. ‘Just with my fingers,’ he said.
‘Can I use my hands on you too?’
His fingers stilled for a moment and then began to move again, as he pressed kisses along her jaw and neck. ‘Only if it pleases you.’
She reached down between them and felt the length of him pressing against the cloth of his trousers. Tugging at the knot of his waistband, she undid the tie and then slipped her hand inside. Full and hard in her hand, she learned the measure of him with long lingering touches, and he hissed a curse between his teeth.
She liked the power she held over him, the way his breath hitched with every caress. But his fingers were becoming more insistent on her own body, and she grew distracted, arching to meet his strokes.
Grabbing at his biceps with her free arm, she squirmed beneath him, and then cried out as he gently pushed one finger inside of her. It felt too good, too hot, and delightful. Her body ached to feel more. Would it feel like this when he entered her?
She squeezed the length of him.
No, he would be much bigger. He would stretch her in ways she could only imagine.
He began to rock his hips into her hand, so that he moved within her grasp. The rhythm of his touch and the heat of kisses were enough to scatter her thoughts, leaving only need behind. She wanted him so desperately, and she gripped him tightly, urging him to join her to reach the peak of pleasure building within her.
He moaned her name against her ear, as if there were nothing more precious or so desirable in this realm than her. As if even just the sound of her name were enough to please him.
Arching her spine, she closed her eyes, letting her pleasure climb to new heights.
‘Stred mik!’he cursed, his voice barely more than a growl. ‘You are so beautiful!’
His words of awe threw her over the edge, and she cried out with the intensity of her climax. She barely noticed his own release splashing inside her hand.
Afterwards they cleaned up, and then held each other tightly, allowing sleep to claim them. Sharing body heat and comfort as the icy wind howled outside, warning of a blizzard still to come.
Chapter Fifteen
‘Do you think it will be a bad snowstorm?’ asked Embla, as they trudged through the trees.
There was no snow yet today, but the wind’s frosty breath promised a bitter change in the weather. The clouds were darkening overhead, and the air had become hazy with light drifts of powder, shaken from the trees above.
