She shuffled back slightly so that between them they could free the erection straining against the fabric of his braies. Theirmovements were unpracticed, hurried and clumsy but finally he was free. Ylva bit her bottom lip, lust flashing in her beautiful eyes.
“I should…can’t wait…too beautiful…” She was muttering to herself, stroking the flat of his stomach as if it were the softest thing she had ever touched. “Mine.”
Oh, aye, she was his to do with what she liked. Ulf bucked when she took him in hand, her touch scalding. He swore when she leaned in and closed her mouth over the tip of his cock. This was something he had heard about, of course, but never experienced. And it was just as wicked, just as delicious as he had been led to believe. The only problem was, he would not be able to enjoy the scandalous caress to the full. It required far more control than he possessed at the moment.
“Wait, I can’t last if you— Ylva, please.”
Hearing the desperation in his voice, she released him and looked up, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I liked that.” Her voice was languid. “We will have to do this properly some other time.”
Properly? Bloody hell. He would never live to tell the tale.
“Yes, anytime. Just not…right now.” He didn’t want to spill before either of them was ready. This lovemaking was for her, he could not disappoint her when she was being brave enough to do what she had always feared. He had to show her that being with a man could please her.
“I’m going to take you now.”
He almost erupted at the sound of this sultry voice promising him untold delights.
“Yes, take me.”
Slowly, inch by delicious inch, she descended, sheathing him in amazing warmth and softness. Fuck, fuck,fuck, he would not last much longer, this was too good, he loved her too much, and his body was too ready for release.
“All right?” he managed to ask, grateful she had stilled and allowed him to recover from the brink of disaster. Or rather, indescribable bliss.
“Yes.” Seductive a moment ago, Ylva’s voice was now filled with wonder. “Yes. This is nothing like I feared. Or even imagined. In any way.”
Which was little wonder.
Ylva had never considered that she would be with child the first time she made love to a man. She had not imagined she would be so consumed by desire that she would forget her fears. She had not thought the man in her arms would be one of these fierce Norsemen she had always been in awe of, or thatshewould be the one takinghim. And she had not believed she would not feel any pain, only a delicious feeling of completion.
It was a revelation.
“I love you,” he rasped.
“I love you too. Now how do you say it in Norse?”
“Ek ann þér.”
“Ek ann þér.”
He smiled at the no doubt approximative pronunciation, and drew her into a kiss.
Ylva straightened back up and started to undulate, wanting to feel more of the delicious intrusion, make the most of the moment. Ulf gritted his teeth. At any other time she might have wondered if he was in pain but feminine instinct told her he was only trying to remain in control while she experimented with what she could do and what pleased her the most.
She remembered what he had told her that day on the beach, when he had given her her first riding lesson.
Feel him between your legs. You need to make sure you move along with him, that you relax and let your body adjust to the motion. Don’t go against it. Just feel, close your eyes if youneed to. Riding is a partnership, each doing his part. It involves two bodies moving in unison.
Indeed. Now she was riding the most wonderful mount imaginable.
Ulf, however, seemed prey to agony. Delicious agony, but agony nonetheless.
“Will you be able to do this?” she jested, splaying her fingers over his strong chest.
“Yes, if it kills me.” He gripped her hips in a strong, possessive hold and helped her move up and down the iron-hot shaft buried within her. She was grateful, for this, as delicious as it was, was strenuous work. “As long as you’re ready to accept that it will not last as long as you deserve. I’m about to?—”
He never finished the sentence as at that moment, pleasure shot through her in one blinding burst of heat. Spasms started deep in her lower body, focusing on the point where she and Ulf were joined and then spreading to every part of her, blooming, expanding, making her shine. Before she had time to understand she had reached her peak with unprecedented intensity, scalding heat flooded her insides.
Ulf had followed her straight into the abyss, holding her in place with bruising strength and shouting her name.
