He marvelled at the difference between their cultures. If they were at his home right now, the ladies would whisk the bride away to change her and place her in the bed. The husband in turn would be carried to the chamber, stripped bare and placed in the bed with her. In some cases, the lords and ladies present would remain in the chamber but off to the side until the deed was done. Giric had never cared for that tradition and much preferred this way, which was that the bride and her husband simply left the feast without a fuss and went on their merry way.
Once inside her chamber he turned her around and pulled her close. He softly brushed his lips across hers while caressing her breast. She surprised him by pushing him back and tugging and unpinning until her garment was loose. Once she pulled it from her body, she threw it at him and dashed to the bed, piled high with furs.
Giric disrobed in record time and crawled on top of her, pinning her underneath the furs.
“My beautiful Viking wife. What shall I do with you?”
“Anything you want,” she said and lifted her head to take his bottom lip into her mouth.
She sucked hard, sending a jolt to his cock. Christ’s breath, would he survive this night? Her?
He pulled the fur down beneath her breasts and tucked it around her arms and shifted his body so that she could not move her arms.
He loved the way she tried to buck him off but couldn’t. Close. But he was stronger and wanted to drive her as mad with need as he was at the moment.
Giric leaned down and took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She arched against him and groaned. He released it and blew on it lightly making the wet skin cool. He moved to the other breast and while sucking on this one, pinched the other nipple making her cry out.
“Giric please.”
“Oh love, you are not getting away that easily. I plan to learn your limits tonight and hope to learn some of my own in the process.”
He inflicted his sweet torture back and forth between her breasts until her breathing came in shallow pants and her body squirmed beneath him.
Pulling the fur down, he released her hands and hooked her legs over his shoulders so before she could respond, he’d wedged himself between her legs. Giric found her hardened bud and flicked it with his tongue as he slipped two fingers into her slick opening. Her flesh quivered around him. He found a rhythm between sucking and pumping his fingers into her, marvelling at the way her body arched against him. He reached up and pinched her nipple as he sucked deeply, bringing about her first climax. God but she was glorious in her passion with her head thrown back and her body bucking off the bed.
Before she fully came down from her orgasm, Giric shifted his body and stroked the head of his cock across her heat. He was so rigid and desperate for release he had to clench his jaw to keep from slamming into her too quickly.
Slowly he stroked in and out of her a little bit at a time watching the desire rekindle in her eyes.
“Please, more Giric,” she said and grabbed his ass with her hands while wrapping her legs around his waist drawing him into her.
They both gasped as he penetrated past her maidenhead, taking her fully. His entire body was poised and ready to take her with the full fury of his passion, but he waited for her to adjust to his size.
“Do not stop,” she said. “I want this, all of this.”
Giric pulled out of her and when she whimpered he thrust hard and deep within her. Her head was tossed back, and her mouth was open wide. “Yes!” She said as she slapped his ass.
He needed no further encouragement. Giric grabbed her hips and thrust forcefully in and out in a pounding rhythm. God this woman was built for passion. She pulled at his shoulders, his hair, and his hips while her own rose to meet him in the same passionate dance.
Harder and harder he pushed into her body until a familiar tingling started at the base of his spine thickening and hardening his already stiff cock.
Just as her body tightened around him he felt the pull of his entire body before emptying his seed into her. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around him he couldn’t pull away from her which tipped him over the edge.
Never had he been so swept away by desire’s release. His head grew light as wave after wave washed over his body.
When he came back to his senses his mouth was on hers and he was being properly devoured by her. She had yet to release her legs from his waist and she still pulsed around him giving his body little jolts.
Saga placed her hands on his face and stared into his eyes. The look of wonder on her face was worth a king’s ransom.
“I did not know it could be like this,” she said, breathlessly. “I mean I know men always liked it, but I did not know I would like it so much too.”
“I have never known anyone quite like you, wife.”
“Have you done this with a lot of women?”
Among the women of his acquaintance, he would have been wary of answering that question. But he had no problem answering it for her. She did not possess the manipulative nature of a lot of the women he’d encountered in his life.
“I have been with three women in my life,” he said.
