Carefully she put aside her turtle brooches and beads, then removed her apron dress, and placed it with his tunics. Then she removed her shift dress and the extra layers she wore beneath for warmth in the snow.
She was bigger than a lot of the other women in Gudvangen, and huge in comparison to Gertrud, who ate like a bird. She knew some men found curvaceous women appealing, but she tended to compare herself to her elegant half-sister, which was always a disaster.
Embla was not lithe or elegant. She had dimples on her thighs and bottom. Her stomach was curved, and her waist appeared slim—but only because of her larger hips and breasts. She hoped he would not judge her harshly for it, and she held her breath as she took off the last of her garments.
Finally, she was naked, and she peeked a nervous look at his face. He stared at her with openly hungry desire and it gave her the confidence to smile.
‘Come here,’ he said, reaching up to take her wrist in his hand and tug her down to the bed.
She knelt over him, her hair flowing loosely between them and pooling over his chest. Gripping her thigh firmly, he moved her to straddle him, and she gasped a little at the unexpected position.
‘I want to use my mouth this time,’ he said, and her jaw dropped open in shock.
Before she had a chance to ask him for clarification, he rose onto his elbows to kiss her deeply, a large hand cupping her head gently as his tongue swept into her mouth to claim her thoroughly.
Rolling her onto her back, he began to combine his kisses with tender strokes up and down her body. He squeezed her breast lightly before sweeping down to clasp her bottom, pressing her pelvis gently against his stomach.
When her mind was completely overwhelmed with sensation, he began to trail kisses down her neck and chest. She moaned when his tongue swept over her nipple and lightly sucked on her sensitive flesh.
Instinctively she opened and wrapped her legs around him, eager to feel his touch between her legs. Lowering himself down between her thighs, he gently draped each one over his shoulders. He kissed her belly lightly before dipping to taste her more deeply.
Her spine stiffened at the unusual feel of his mouth on her most intimate of areas, but his sigh of pleasure gave her the confidence to relax.
‘I love the taste of you,’ he murmured.
She let herself be swept away by him, moaning with increasing pleasure as he built her up to a climax that shattered her with its intensity.
Still panting in the aftermath of her release, she pulled him up to face her, his lips still wet with the taste of her. A satisfied smile made him look wickedly handsome in the fading light.
She pushed him gently onto his back. ‘I want to please you too,’ she said, pressing kisses against his face and neck.
‘Then touch me. I will not say no,’ he said with a satisfied sigh.
‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘I want to please you in the same way...with my mouth.’
His eyes widened as he understood what she meant, and then he threw back his head with a throaty laugh. ‘I would like that...very much.’
Smiling, Embla copied every kiss, touch, and caress he had made on her body as she slowly made her way down to his hips. Before she reached his cock, he was already groaning, his hips tilting forward to press against her.
First, she stroked him in the same way she had the night before, and when she didn’t think he could take any more she bent her head to take him into her mouth.
The hiss of his pleasure above gave her the courage to lick and suck the length of him in a similar way to the way he had touched her. His body became tense as she explored all the ways she could make him hiss and groan under her attentions. Each sound he made was like a sweet request for more.
Pride and power filled her with confidence, and soon she was eagerly doing everything she could to take him to the heights of his pleasure. With a loud moan he climaxed into her mouth, and she sighed with mutual satisfaction.
Panting, he mumbled something in the Sami tongue, and stared up at the ceiling in awe as if he had seen the gates of Valhalla.
‘What did you say?’ she asked, curious.
But he shook his head. ‘Nothing, my darling... You make me happy.’
He pulled her close and she nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his rich musk and smiling to herself. No one had ever said that she made them happy before, and even though it wasn’t a declaration of undying love,to herit was just as sweet.
Chapter Sixteen
Runar’s hunt was going as badly as expected. It didn’t help that he was distracted by what he had said to Embla the first night of the blizzard.
I love you.
