A real laugh. A sparkling, bright sound that was so loud it was almost startling. An ugly, snorting, strange sound that made him chuckle as well when he heard it.
Then he held her face in his hands and pressed another kiss to her lips. "That was the worst laugh you could possibly have," he said. "Don't ever change it."
She would have argued with him that what he'd said was rude. But then she looked down at the monster of a cock before her, and there was the sparkling piercing that she'd heard about but surely none of the other women had meant this.
Maia had said her husband had piercings running down the underside of his cock. Astrid had said her husband had one through the tip. But Gunnar's was a massive X below the head of his cock. Two bars, she thought, crossing over each other.
Gunnar glanced down at his cock with her, and it bounced. Somehow. Then he shrugged. "I thought it looked better than the others. And the piercer assured me it was the best for uh... female pleasure."
Well, she looked forward to trying that out. Maybe not today. Just the sight of it made her nervous, and she didn't want those nerves to turn into bad memories or fear.
"We don't have to push it," he said, covering the sight of his cock from her view with a hand and then tilting her face to look up at him. "For now, troll wife, all I ask is that you allow me to taste you."
"Taste me?"
"Ah, it's something I'm certain will be a pleasurable new experience for you. And something I've been dying to do for a long time now."
She expected him to push her down into the moss. That was what most men did, at least. She was used to that.
But he didn't. Instead, he lay back in the moss and then gestured for her to come over to him. "Sit on my face, love."
"Sit?" she asked, certain she hadn't heard him right.
But she still approached him, and the moment she was within reach, he grabbed onto her thighs and tugged her until her core was hovering right above his mouth. Though mildly horrified, she stayed where she was because he licked his lips like he was starving.
"Sit," he groaned. "And don't hover, woman. If I die, I die an honorable death."
He yanked Rose down so hard she had no option but to sit, and then his tongue licked through her folds.
She froze.
Gunnar was too good at this. His tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy, toying with her. Tiny circles. Little sucking pulses, movements that made her reach down between her legs and grab onto his hair, or she'd fall. Forward or backward, she had no idea.
He was right. She'd never even dreamt that a man would do this. It would’ve felt unnatural. Wrong. She shouldn't enjoy itas much as she should, and these feelings building inside of her were terrifying as well.
Rose didn't know if she should chase them. The coiling in her body was obviously something she had felt before... everything. But the memories of it were so hazy, it was hard to imagine what she was supposed to feel like. And was it wrong to feel that way now? Should she somehow pay more penance for what she had been through?
In that moment she decided no. She deserved this. She deserved to feel good and to know what it was like to take her own body back. Running her fingers up her chest, she palmed her breasts as though all those who had harmed her were watching her. As though she could tell them at this moment that they hadn't won. They hadn't broken her after all.
She might have been able to hold out a little longer if he wasn't also groaning. Gunnar was so verbal in how much he loved the taste of her, how much of a gift this was to him, and all the swearing, the groaning, the plunging of his tongue inside of her it was simply too much.
Her first orgasm in so many years burst through her like the dying of a sun. Her muscles tensed, tightened, aching since they hadn't been used in such a long time. But it was bliss. Wonderful, unending bliss that had her crying out along with him.
She barely even noticed the wet splatter against her back, or how his hands trembled holding on to her thighs.
Gunnar slid her down his chest, taking his time to make sure that her core rubbed against every bit of him. Finally, he stared into her eyes and they both laughed. A giggle burst forth from her mouth first, and then his lips twisted to the side, and then they were both laughing. Joyously, wonderfully.
Happy.
She was so fucking happy.
Thirty-Six
Gunnar
He could have stayed like that with her for the rest of his life. Lying there on the moss, with her taste on his tongue and her limp body pressed against his, Gunnar felt complete. Nothing to find. Nowhere to go. Just him and her and the dreams of what they could do together.
Sure, no one knew they were already bonded. That was still going to be a hurdle they had to get over. Other than Ragnar, of course. His brother would stand up for him. Together, they would convince the king that even though they hadn’t played by the rules, love couldn't be argued with.
