“I thought you wanted me to do that slowly.”
“Enough with slowly,” she said. “I want to explore you.”
“Not yet. You have not kept up your end of the bargain.”
She pulled the shift up far enough to reveal her legs and brushed her lips across his. “If you want the shift, take it.”
He needed no more encouragement than that. Giric grabbed the bunched fabric and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were at perfect sampling height and he could not resist taking one taut nipple into his mouth and sucking while shifting her body closer to his now throbbing cock.
“Not yet,” she said.
Saga stood and spread his legs wide. Kneeling in front of him, she wore a particularly impish expression. She leaned up for a deep kiss taking his tongue into her mouth in an erotic dance. She broke the kiss and with her hands and hot tongue, trailed her way down his body. He was not sure he could make it when she grasped his cock in her hands and stroked.
“Ahhh, love, I do not think I can handle it if you do that for very long.”
“We have all night,” she said before taking the tip of him into her mouth. A jolt of sensation shot through to the base of his spine. She sucked and stroked at the same time taking him higher and higher until he reached the cusp.
“I am going to explode,” he said.
His words seemed to fuel her efforts. She took more of him into her mouth until he was sure he hit the back of her throat and that was his undoing. With one more squeeze at the base of him she sucked long and hard and his body began the familiar quaking as his seed shot hot and hard down her throat. By God he’d never felt anything quite like this in his life. She slowed her motions, but did not stop until the last wave of his passion waned.
Leaning back in the chair he watched as she sat back with a satisfied look on her face. “Christ’s teeth, woman, what you do to me!”
“I have been wanting to do that all day,” she said.
“I will keep that in mind the next time you want to find a secluded place to hide.”
“You should.”
Saga took his hand and led him to the bed. He placed his hand on her face and kissed her long and slow. He had every intention of returning the favour and he had every intention of having her many times before they slept that night. But for the moment, he revelled in his great fortune.
Chapter Fifteen
Heaving a deep sigh of contentment, Saga turned over to face her husband, careful not to disturb the heavy arm slung across her waist. He snored lightly and his expression was completely relaxed in his slumber. She noted his thick straight brows, his straight jaw and firm lips. He was an attractive man but so much more than that. His body was firm and toned and muscular, and she’d never imagined the things he could do to her body. He was intelligent and sensual and honourable.
She pressed her body closer to his and watched as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d loved long into the night and the soreness between her legs was proof of it, but she didn’t care. She would have him anywhere, anyhow. The man knew his way around a woman’s body and knew how to use his own. Never had she imagined she would be so perfectly matched in that regard.
Scooching a little closer, she reached down to see if he’d stirred in his sleep. He had. Saga took her time and caressed his backside and his thighs before taking his erection into her hands and slowly stroking him awake. Soon one eye opened and the grin on his face spread wider.
“Good morn, my insatiable wife.”
“Good morn, husband. Do you object?”
His answer was to flip her onto her back, spread her legs wide and plunge deep within her. The sensation took her breath away.
“I will never object to my vixen wife waking me with her passionate need.” As he spoke he thrust harder and faster. Her breath came in short pants as he pounded within her carrying her higher and higher and closer to her climax.
She gripped his shoulders and matched his rhythm so close to the brink she could almost reach out and touch it.
“Please,” she said. “Harder, Giric, harder!”
Before she knew it he withdrew and flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. He placed a hand on her hip then entered her completely again. Oh sweet Freya! She’d never survive this. With both hands on her hips he slammed into her over and over, their flesh slapping out their time. Liquid ecstasy flooded her veins and he grunted and growled behind her. Their lovemaking was purely animalistic and she could not get enough. Harder and harder Giric thrust into her and as quickly as her first orgasm waned, a second waxed.
Surely this could not be possible.
She flicked her head back and turned to see him. The power exuding from him as he stared hard at her and drove himself into her was an image she would never forget. As his orgasm began and he thickened inside her, another wave washed over her forcing her body to arch and quake. No pleasure she’d known before could compare to this intense, almost crazed feeling between them.
Giric gave one final thrust and grunt behind her and collapsed onto her back before slipping out of her and rolling to his side. Saga merely let her body drop to the bed, trying to steady her breath, her blood pounding in her ears. That was almost panicked. She wondered if it would always be like that with them—frenzied and demanding.
