A low grumble rumbled deep in his chest as Linnea reached for his hips, guiding him so he was kneeling over her. It didnothing to satisfy the heat between her legs, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. She had kissed before, so this was not her first time, but she had never felt a need like this.
She trusted Halsten. Maybe she was drunk off everything he had said to her. Maybe she needed to do something risky for once in her life. Maybe, just maybe, he was right—she needed to stoke her fire.
Halsten’s kissing became deeper each time he stroked his tongue over hers. “It’s my turn to try something. Tell me to stop if you need to, okay?”
Linnea nodded.
“Words, Linnea. I need to hear you say it.”
A man being authoritative usually scared Linnea, but Halsten demanding words from her sent pleasant shivers down her spine. “Yes, Halsten. I will stop you if I’m not okay.”
Without speaking another word, Halsten dove for her neck. He planted sweet kisses at first and Linnea squirmed under him, her skin growing taut all over. She felt like she was going to burst.
His chest gingerly grazed her breasts as he leaned in and she jumped, the sensation completely new to her. Her mind told her she didn’t want it to happen again, because this was far past the point of ladylike behavior, but her body responded to that faint touch by arching. Her nipples brushed his chest again and a small squeak slipped from her throat.
Halsten sat up quickly, surveying her face. When he saw that she was smiling, he smiled as well. “Did you just squeak?”
Linnea playfully slapped his chest. “It wasn’t a squeak. It was a high-pitched moan.”
“It was a squeak,” he said flatly. “But squeak or moan, I want to hear it again.”
Linnea closed her eyes when Halsten dipped back down, but she never felt his mouth reconnect with her neck. She openedher eyes to find him hovering over her nipple, clearly visible through the layers of thin gossamer she was wearing. He looked up, making eye contact with her and gliding the flat of his tongue slowly over the nub through the fabric.
Linnea squeaked again, this time louder and longer. Halsten laughed against her chest, causing her to let out a breathy huff of joy with him. He wrapped his entire mouth around her nipple this time, swirling his tongue against the fabric, creating a rough yet warm feeling that made Linnea melt.
There were no nerves. She wanted her fire stoked, and Halsten was volunteering himself as kindling.
He released her nipple and looked up at her. “You know, when your face is flushed, your freckles look a thousand times cuter?” He quickly popped up and kissed the bridge of her nose where her largest cluster of freckles sat. She felt his hand just below her collarbone tugging at the tie there.
His hand slid the material down one of her arms, exposing a breast. She gasped when his palm rested against it, encasing her fully as he squeezed. Linnea pushed on his thighs, making him back up so she could slip her legs out from beneath him and position them on either side of his. Having her legs spread with Halsten kneeling between them made her core throb with need, a feeling she had never felt with any other man.
Linnea’s nightgown was still covering her besides her legs and the exposed breast Halsten was kneading. His hips bucked and he closed his eyes, tilting his head toward the ceiling. Linnea didn’t know who she was at this moment, but she felt brave. She latched onto the newfound confidence and embraced it, lifting the bottom of her nightgown until her core was exposed, everything on full display since her legs were still spread around Halsten.
He sat back and gripped the sides of her thighs before staring hungrily at her center. He licked his lips and Linnea could see him straining against his trousers.
“Gods, Linnea,” Halsten mumbled. “You’re fucking perfect. I don’t know what I ever did to land myself in this position, but I don’t deserve it.”
Linnea laughed but it quickly faded as another wave of heat ran through her. The longer he stared, the more she ached for him. “I want to see you,” she rushed out.
“You’re sure?” he met her gaze, his transfixion with her broken.
She nodded.
“Words,” he commanded.
“I’m sure.” There was a slight quiver in her voice, but she knew that was more so from how hard she was breathing rather than nerves. Not to say she wasn’t nervous. Of course she was. But Halsten was safe.
Halsten untied the knot holding his trousers up and slipped them down his thighs. His member sprang free and Linnea was mesmerized. He kicked his pants off all the way, shoving them off the bed. Linnea reached out, her eyes darting between Halsten’s heavy-lidded gaze and his cock. When she delicately wrapped her fingers around it, he hissed.
She let go and ran her fingers up and down him, taking in the soft skin and veins she had never experienced before. Her thumb ran up the slit on the underside of the tip and Halsten bucked in her hand. She quickly realized how addicting this could be. Not sex in general, but sex with this man. The sounds he made and the jerky movements with her slightest of touches made her feel wanted. It made her feel powerful.
She gingerly wrapped her hand around him again and he moaned, gripping her fingers and squeezing to teach her howhard to hold him. Both of their hands stroked him at first until he let go, allowing her to try on her own.
“Can I show you what it feels like to orgasm, Linnea?” he asked. His hands rested at the tops of her thighs, so close to her center that she could hardly stop herself from shifting her body to make his hand land there.
“Please,” Linnea whimpered.
“With my hand, my mouth, or—”
