Page 85 of The Caged Viking

“Oh,” she said.

As promised, he began to make slow love to his wife now. First the kisses, which started gentle and coaxing, seeking to make the perfect fit. And of course there were tongues involved. Both his and hers. Who knew that lips and teeth and tongue had such carnal spots! And that they were connected somehow to the genital area!

The ears, too! Holy Thor! He ministered to hers, wetting the whorls with the tip of the tongue, then blowing softly. She moaned and tilted her head to give him better access. When she did the same to him, he about shot off the bed, so intense was the pleasure. He might have moaned then, too.

Next, he ministered to her breasts, spending a goodly amount of time there once he discovered they were her favorite erotic place. Leastways, he assumed they were her favorite as she arched her back and thrashed from side to side when he suckled her, licking the nipple with his tongue, then nipping it lightly with his teeth. Those blessed tongues again, he thought with an inward grin. Then, she stiffened and reached her first peak.

Let it be noted, she was not lying there docilely as he played with her body. Her hands caressed his back. Her heels rubbed the back of his thighs. She anointed his belly with her woman dew when she deliberately moved her hips sideways against him, right and left.

Moving lower, he studied her female area, the blonde nether curls, the pink channels. That rising bud which contained a woman’s most sensitive spot, he’d been told, comparable to the male organ. He could hardly credit that, but he was no fool. He would treat it as such. And he was rewarded with her keening, “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

At each part of her body that he kissed, or touched, or pinched, he told her what he saw and how beautiful or alluring it was. Mostly she just sighed or moaned or cried out with bliss.

Whilst teasing her female folds and that little bud, she reached another peaking, this time arching her body up so high she raised his much heavier body as well. If she thought that was the end of it, except for the intercourse to come, she was going to be surprised.

She was breathing heavily, splayed out on the mattress, while he was still kneeling betwixt her legs. Her eyes were closed, but she was not sleeping. Not by any means!

“Did you mention never having been shown your Viking S-spot?” he drawled out.

Her eyes shot open. “What? Not now! It’s too much.”

“Nay, sweetling. Now! And it is never too much.”

She groaned again. He took that as her acceptance.

And so he showed her with fingers and tongue the famous Viking S-spot that only a few Norseman knew about. And she peaked yet again.

He gave her time to rest then. In truth, he needed a respite, too. His cock was bigger than it had ever been with a tiny drop of his male seed escaping the tip. He would need to complete the act soon or explode.

Once his heart stopped thundering, and Kirstin’s did, as well, she opened her eyes, which were misty blue with her arousal. Her lips were kiss-swollen. There might be a sucking mark on her neck. And surely that was a sex flush coloring her face down to her chest.

“Do…it…now!” she demanded, locking her ankles over his buttocks and pulling his face down to, not kiss him as he expected, but nip his jaw with her teeth.

He laughed and entered her, then stopped laughing. The spasms of her inner channels were so strong he could not withdraw if he wanted to. But finally she settled down, and he was able to perform the age-old pattern of sex. The tightness! The friction! The slick heat! It did not last long before he reared his head back and roared his triumph.

He dropped down onto her, even though his weight was probably crushing her. Their two hearts seemed to beat together. He felt a completeness beyond anything he’d ever experienced in his life.

Raising his head, he looked down at her. Her eyes were open.

She cupped his face with her hands and said, “I love you, Hauk.”

And he admitted what he’d known but refused to accept so far, “I love you, too, heartling. Gods help me, but I have fallen in love with you.”

Chapter 19

Home Sweet Home…

Kirstin awakened late the next morning, alone, Hauk having left before dawn on his hunting trip. She stretched widely, noted the ache in her girl parts, and smiled. Good thing she’d have a chance to recuperate while Hauk was gone. She wondered idly if he was feeling a similar ache. She’d have to ask him when he returned.

The night before flashed through her mind, but she decided to wait until later to ponder everything that had been said and done. Deliciously, she added with another smile.

Quickly dressing, she went out and found work in the hall going on as usual and in the kitchen Frida was stirring something that smelled like stew over the open fire. Pointing to the food laid out on the table, the cook told her, “Eat, m’lady,” then chuckled and added, “Looks like ye could use some sustenance.”

Finding herself ravenous, Kirstin grabbed a slice of manchet break and a hunk of hard cheese. Munching on them, she asked, “Has everyone gone?”

“The master is long gone, and Bjorn is up the fjord fishing. Egil is about to leave, I believe. They were still loading the longship when I went out to the dairy a few moments ago.”

Finishing the food, she told the cook, “I’ll be back soon to help you. Maybe we can make soap today.”