Page 91 of My Fair Viking

His mouth found that bud of sensation and suckled softly.

She screamed. She actually screamed as wave after wave of pleasure hit her there. It would not stop. He would not stop. She arched her hips up high. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched, and she knew exactly what they wanted. Him. Inside her. Now.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please…" Her litany was a plea for satisfaction only he could give her.

Adam knew what Tyra yearned for, but if he entered her now, the bedsport would be over afore it began.

But he should have known that his warrior princess was like no other woman. If his mind had been more clear, he might have been prepared.

Sensing his hesitation, she lifted her hips slightly, grabbed at the pillow under her, and tossed it to the floor. Then, before he could blink, she grabbed his head by the ears and pulled him up and over her. Within seconds, he found himself lying atop her, her strong legs wrapped around his hips, and his manpart pointed directly at her female portal.

"Wait, Tyra. Slow down. I must needs—"

"Slow down? Are you demented? I am like a boulder sliding down a slippery slope. I could no more slow down than—"

Before he knew what she was about, his own personal boulder slammed her hips against his, an instinctive movement as old as time, and he was inside her tight, spasming sheath to the hilt. It was hard to say whether he was more stunned or thrilled.

"You fill me," she said in a voice of utter awe.

Well, yes, he did fill her. Oh, God, he filled her so well. "Are you all right? Are you in pain?" After all, she had been a virgin. And in truth, he was in a bit of pain himself.

"I am fine."

Apparently, all the years of exercise and horseback riding had taken their toll on her maidenhead. He had heard of such afore. Even so, their coupling was proceeding at lightning speed. It was all too much, too soon. And after all, it had been two long years since he'd tupped a woman, he told himself defensively, sensing what was about to come. He pulled out slowly, then thrust… once, twice, three times, and roared his ecstasy. Wonderful as it was, the performance was all over for him in seconds.

"What happened?" she asked in a panic. "Your staff has gone limp inside me. I want it hard. Make it hard."

Should I laugh or cry? "I told you to wait."

"It is not over yet, is it? Do not dare to stop now."

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Give me time to regroup, Tyra."

"Time?" she shrieked, thumping on his chest with her fists. "There is no time. I need you now." Apparently, the quick kiss was not going to suffice.

He should have known. He should have been prepared for what Tyra did next. After all, this was Tyra… warrior woman… a person accustomed to going after what she wanted. An out-of-control boulder, by her own description.

With a twist of her hips, she flipped him over on his back and sat on him, his embarrassingly limp member still held inside her slick walls.

"Well?" she prodded.

"Well what?" he gurgled. The sight of a wild Amazon goddess straddling him, naked as Eve in the Garden of Eden, was enough to make any man gurgle. Adam—that would be him—would love to accommodate Eve—that would be her—but, unfortunately, the "snake" was uninterested… at the moment.

"Regroup," she ordered.

"Tyra, a man cannot get erect on command," he explained to her patiently. "He must be aroused… again." This was the most outrageous situation Adam had ever found himself in, and there had been plenty in his ill-famed past.

"Tell me how to arouse you, then," she said with all the logic of an illogical female. In other circumstances, he would probably be enticed by such a suggestion from a female, but not now. Meanwhile, she squirmed on his lap to make herself more comfortable.

The "snake" perked up at her squirming, and Adam saw stars. "That would be one way," he choked out before inhaling and exhaling several times. "Hey, hey, hey, Tyra," he called out to her, placing his hands on her hips to still her motions. "Just relax."

"Relax," she repeated after him. Then she, too, inhaled and exhaled several times. "Now what?"

He grinned at her enthusiasm. "I do not want you to say anything, or do anything. Let me lead."

She nodded her head slowly, but then she raised one hand, as if asking his permission to speak.

Now what?