Oh, she already was, she could tell from the ease with which he was sliding in and out of her that her body was ready for him. But, of course, they were talking about him entering a different place. This was all new to her but Sven seemed to know what was best so she was only too happy to let him decide what was needed.
“Yes.”
After one last languorous thrust he withdrew and left the pallet. Eahlswith almost screamed. How dare he leave now, when her whole body was quivering with need? Before she could voice out loud her frustration, he had knelt behind her again and filled her in one effortless stroke. Ah. Yes, that was better. This was where he belonged. A moment later something cool and slippery slid over her puckered entrance. The oil. When Sven’s thumb touched her again, it felt different than it had a moment ago. It was smoother, somehow and this time, the naughty finger slipped right in, pushing past the tight ring of muscles he’d only brushed before.
She inhaled sharply.
“Yes, just like that.” Though his movements were slow, Sven sounded out of breath. She guessed arousal, not exhaustion, wasresponsible for it. “First you will take my finger, in and out, until I feel that you can take another. Then when I know you’re ready, you’ll come for me.”
Oh, this didn’t seem like it would take much effort on his part. She was already trembling, poised on the edge of something momentous.
He picked up the pace, added the promised second finger and the combined action of his rock hard shaft and his wicked caresses was enough to make her explode.
When she did erupt, and felt her muscles spasm around his fingers, she could not believe the intensity of the sensation. How much better it would feel with something bigger buried inside her?
“Sven,” she whimpered, utterly undone. Had he not held her upright, she would have collapsed. But the unsatiable man had other ideas.
“Ready for me, my love? Your pleasure will ease my way further.”
She could feel how wet she was from her release and understood that was what he’d meant when he’d said that she needed to come first.
“Yes, I’m ready.” Only a moment ago she would have sworn she didn’t have an ounce of energy left inside her but his question had her arousal level spike again in the blink of an eye. They were far from finished.
He withdrew, his shaft harder than ever, and started to rub at her most secret entrance in the way she remembered. Despite her eagerness, Eahlswith could not help but tense, an automatic response. He was big, much bigger than his two fingers and she wasn’t sure how she could accommodate him.
“You need to relax and push out for me.” He leaned over her, covering her with his big body and sliding a finger inside her stillquivering sheath. “I will only go in as deep and as fast as you can take it,” he promised, teasing her.
She did as he’d asked and all worry disappeared. He was so careful, so gentle. Soon he was moving in and out of her as easily as he had in her sheath. Her body was burning, encircling him in a ring of fire, and it was delicious.
“Now, Alva, I’m… You’re too tight, it feels too good. Now!”
The gruff order, combined with the flick of his fingers on her core was all it took. She erupted, again, as promised.
With his member lodged deep inside her, the spasms of her release felt very different than usual. It was as if her whole lower body had seized. She heard what was probably a frightful curse in Norse and heat flooded her insides. One last cry escaped her lips. After that, she knew she would not have enough air left in her lungs to even moan.
They remained locked together while the beat of their hearts subsided and this time she knew she would be unable to move for a long, very long moment. She suspected even the formidable Norseman holding her would find it hard to stir.
Eyes closed, body numb, Eahlswith felt Sven withdraw from her and place her on to her side.
She opened her mouth to speak but something wet and soothing started to wipe at her thighs before a single sound could escape. Heart melting, she fell asleep.
Sven wokeup to an empty pallet. No! Not again. Eahlswith had promised to stay, they had made love last night, and agreed to get married. She couldn’t be gone now, when he’d thought his world finally complete.
He bolted upright.
Before panic could overwhelm him, a movement from behind caught his eye. When he turned he saw the most beautiful woman in the world standing by the table, drinking a cup of ale. Eahlswith. His heartbeat settled back to a normal, sustainable rhythm. Thank the gods. She hadn’t left. She was here. He could breathe again.
“I’m here,” she soothed. His anguish would have shown on his face. “I’m sorry, I had to go out to see to my needs and… Well, I do not feel at my best in the mornings at the moment.”
Of course. The babe. He sat up. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not.” She gave him a radiant smile that reassured him. “’Tis not pleasant, perhaps, but perfectly normal.”
So brave, his Alva.
“It’s cold, come back to bed,” he suggested, lifting the furs for her. She was only wearing her shift and he could see two pert little nipples peering from under the fabric, two pert little nipples he longed to warm with his mouth. “Unless you don’t feel well lying down?” he added, sobering right up. What was he thinking? She’d just admitted to being unsettled, he shouldn’t be thinking of his pleasure right now, or even hers.
“No. I can come back to bed. I feel better now that I’ve eaten something.”
