Page 67 of Viking in Love

“Are we done fornicating?” If so, I liked the chest-hair caresses better.

He laughed heartily, and she felt the ripples of his humor inside, along her inner…yea, I notice now…clasping folds.

He began to move then, long tortuous strokes, so slow she wanted to hit him, so delicious she wanted to bite his shoulder to hold back a scream of ecstacy. When he alternated with hard, shorter pummels, he actually lifted her body, so strong were the thrusts. By now she was mindless and writhing in tortuous pleasure.

And then he stopped.

He bloody hell stopped.

It took her a moment to see through the haze of arousal. He was clearly as aroused as she was, if not more, but he was fighting it.

“What?” she whimpered. If this is all, I am going to be very, very disappointed.

With a grim smile, he rolled over, his manpart still inside her, taking her with him. Now she lay atop him. Gently, he took her by the shoulders, pressing until she sat up, astride him.

For a second, he closed his eyes and hissed through gritted teeth. She had that effect on him, she realized with glee, and swung her hips from side to side to test her powers.

“Witch!” he said, putting his hands on her waist to hold her in place. Then he said, “Your turn.”

At first, she was confused. She had no clue what to do. But then she realized what a position she was in, and she did the only thing she could.

She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts back and forth across his bristly chest hairs.

Off to the races…

Caedmon had always prided himself on his stamina in the bedsport, but this was ridiculous. If he did not peak soon, he was going to set some kind of record for male virility.

He had to smile at that notion.

But then he could not smile anymore.

Breanne sat atop his belly like a bloody queen. Due to the heat and their exertions, her red hair had turned curly, with wild waves framing her face and falling on her shoulders and back. Her lips were reddened and swollen more than usual. Her raspberry nipples pointed at him like fingers of accusation.

Flipping her hair back, she leaned forward and brushed her breasts over and over, side to side, over him. The nipples kept snagging in his chest hairs.

Gaaaaaaaaa!

“Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?” She slanted him a sultry look.

Gaaaaaaaaa! “You know very well it does. Every time you move, my cock smiles inside you.”

“A smiling cock?” She arched her brows provocatively.

What kind of monster have I created here?

Nay, not a monster: a goddess of sex.

“Why are you grinning like the cat who swallowed all the cream?” said Caedmon.

“Because I feel like the cat who swallowed all the cream.”

He cupped her small breasts from underneath and lifted them. If I am to die from overstimulation, this will surely be the way to go.

She looked down and inhaled sharply.

He gloried in the fact that she was so responsive. He had not expected this bounty. “Do you ride, Breanne?”

“Of course I ride.” She frowned. “What an odd question to ask at a time like this.”