Sven moaned, trying to shake the torpor from his body and the last vestiges of sleep from his mind.
Unless he was having the most realistic dream of his life, someone’s hand had taken possession of his cock. The hand gave a squeeze. No, he was not mistaken. Someone was indeed holding his cock, and stroking it. A woman. There was no mistaking the softness of the fingers and the gentleness of the grip. In any case, he couldn’t think of a single man who might want to sneak into his hut and stroke him so intimately.
Whereas there was one woman who might want more of what he could give her.
Eahlswith.
He’d thought something had changed that morning. Was that what he had seen in her eyes? The decision to come find him in bed? His groin caught on fire at the thought. Finally, after their discussion, she had come to see that she didn’t have to fight the attraction between them, that she could let go of her guilt and give the two of them a chance.
How long had she been in his bed, stroking him? He was hard so he guessed she had not just arrived, but had been herelong enough to coax his limp member to tempered steel. He moaned, delight and anticipation flooding his veins. Should he let her finish what she had so boldly started? There was not much risk. Even if she brought him to release, the idea that she was finally acting on her desire for him would ensure he was hard again in moments, ready to take her. And in the meantime, he could return the favor and pleasure her.
Yes. That was what he would do. Her caresses felt too good for him to ask her to stop anyway.
When he opened his eyes, intent on enjoying the sight of her worshipping his cock, he didn’t see anything. It was too dark in the hut and Eahlswith had brought her head down, her intentions clear. Except that the hair brushing against his stomach glowed in the moonlight, instead of blending into the shadows.
He bolted upright, too late to avoid the heat of a tongue on the head of his shaft.
“What the hell!” Scuttling away as fast as the tangled blankets would allow, he stared at the woman whose face he still couldn’t see. The woman who’d been about to pleasure him intimately. “Who are you?”
Not Eahlswith, for sure, whose hair was as black as the surrounding darkness. Eahlswith, who would never have come to his bed uninvited. Of course, she had not. He really was a fool for thinking she might have done so.
The woman raised her head just when a moonbeam pierced through the window. And then he did see her. Very clearly.
“Freydis?”
He had bedded her for a few days two years ago, and had hoped to build something with her. But then she had left for Denmark, not having thought it necessary to tell him she’d decided to leave months before they started sleeping together. It had stung but, as he’d thought never to see her again, hehad overcome his disillusion. And now, here she was, apparently ready to resume their affair as if nothing had happened.
“Sven.” She beamed at him. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”
Her naughty smile wavered when she saw that his shaft, rock hard a moment ago, was now too limp to stand straight. It wouldn’t be long before it was completely soft.
“Does this answer your question?” he asked, nodding at it.
Her face fell. Admittedly, he’d been very blunt but really… What did she think she was doing, sneaking into his bed and taking possession of his cock without even letting him know that she was back?
“There was a time when me using my mouth pleased you,” she whispered, looking rather stricken.
“Yes. But that was before you left without warning.”
Even in the dark it was obvious that she’d paled. Sven sighed. Evidently she had no idea she had hurt him when she’d left. He had the honesty of acknowledging that she had not broken his heart, claiming so would be a gross exaggeration. But he had liked her, and he would have liked to be given a chance to see how things could evolve between them. Except that now she was back and she wanted him, he didn’t care.
There was another woman he wanted in his life.
“I did leave, but Denmark was not what I had hoped for, so I came back,” she said unnecessarily. He could see that she was here. “And I thought we could?—”
“No, we can’t.” He would not allow any room for hope. She needed to know where things stood. “In fact, you need to leave now. But I promise we’ll discuss this later.”
Without knowing quite why, he couldn’t bear the idea of Freydis being in his hut. At least she was still dressed so he wouldn’t have to wait until she put her clothes back on. Not bothering to cover himself since she had seen his naked bodycountless times, he walked over to the door, opened it, and signaled that he was waiting for her to walk out.
At first, Freydis didn’t move. Then, seeing there would be no swaying him, she reluctantly rose to her feet. She didn’t make a scene, which he appreciated. Perhaps there would be a dignified way to end this. It had been a misunderstanding, nothing more.
“Go back home. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll…” he said, his voice quickly dying in his throat.
Standing in front of the hut was Eahlswith, her eyes huge with shock.
Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.
Oh,I’m so, so,sostupid!
