“Yes. I want you naked and spread out for me.”
With Haakon’s help, she disposed of her clothes in the blink of an eye. When he saw her reclining on the table, open for him, his face became a picture of hunger.
“Perfection. And all mine.”
A warm hand landed on her mound, cupping her gently. A finger started to play with her seam, spreading the moisture it had found there. Gytha’s head rolled back and she fought the urge to lie completely flat on the table. She wanted to watch what he was doing, see him and the pleasure it gave him to stroke her intimately.
“Do you want me to carry on with this or do you want something else?” Haakon purred, keeping his gaze on hers.
“I…don’t…” She couldn’t help a moment of panic because in truth, she didn’t know. He saw it and instantly soothed her.
“Forgive me, I know you don’t yet quite know what you want, sweetheart. Worry not, with me in your bed, it will not be long before you find out what you prefer. But for now, I can help if you want.” When she nodded gratefully, he nuzzled at her throat, creating delicious waves of sensations unfurling all the way down to her toes. “So tell me, would you like my mouth?”
His mouth? Always.
“Yes,” she said, grabbing at his tunic to draw him back to her. “Please, kiss me.”
A groan escaped Haakon’s lips at her urgency and he crushed his mouth over hers. This kiss tasted like more than desire, it tasted like love. When he drew back Gytha was breathless. All the while his fingers had not stopped their gentle probing. She had never felt anything so good. Well, apart from that night in the shed when he had made a woman out of her.
“Mm. Delicious.” There was a devilish glint in his eyes. “But I meant, do you want my mouth here.”
A nudge at the place between her legs made it clear where “here” was.
“You cannot mean…”
He wanted to put his mouth…there? Ever since Eadhild had mentioned the act she had fantasized about it. But she had never thought she would ever find a man ready to offer her this delight.
Well, here was her chance.
“I can. I can use my mouth to make you reach your peak. In fact, unless you explicitly forbid me to, I will do so. I have wanted to taste you for too long. I should have done that on the first night, in the shepherd’s shed. I have a feeling you will be as sweet as the sweetest mead and just as intoxicating.”
While he talked he carried on with his stroking, and his mouth slid from her neck to her collarbone, then brushed around her breasts and along her stomach, before settling at her navel. There, he demonstrated what he would do to the folds waiting for him lower down, and Gytha melted. Though this was new to her, she already knew she would let him do whatever he wanted.
This scent…
Haakon’s mouth started to water. His bold Saxon was allowing him to feast on her. New to the delights of the flesh as she was, she did not shy away from what gave her pleasure. He would make sure to reward her bravery.
He dropped to his knees, wild with need.
“Open for me, my love.”
The first lick, slow and careful, brought the sweet taste of his woman to his mouth. The second caused Gytha to release the breath she had sucked in when he’d first touched her. The third tasted so good that he plunged his tongue inside her depths to get more of the cream. By the time he’d plunged his finger inside her she’d coiled her own fingers into his hair to keep him in place and was whimpering for more.
He gave it to her, lapping nuzzling, stroking, suckling with increasing intensity. Never had he lost himself into the moment thus. It was as if the two of them truly were one. Was it because he loved her, and she him? He didn’t know. Whatever the reason, he felt even the most minute tremor going through Gytha’s body, heard all her exhales, tasted every drop of her pleasure. She responded to his caresses by writhing, begging, moaning. After a while she fell flat on her back, unable to hold herself up anymore. He sucked on the nub of flesh offered to him and she finally fell apart, giving the most shockingly arousing sound he had ever heard.
Beautiful.
Once she had stopped trembling he lifted her into his arms and deposited her on the pallet waiting for them.
“Take me in,” he rasped, feeling on the verge of control. He was still fully dressed. Pity but it couldn’t be helped now. He freed his erection with desperate, clumsy movements. The rest of his clothes would have to wait. “Please, take me in.”
“Yes.”
Gytha did not even hesitate. She spread her legs wide when Haakon settled himself over her burning body, readying herself. This time she would be able to see him while he plunged into her. This time he would stay with her till the end. This time he would make love to her.
He already had, with his mouth.
Because of this, and because she was so aroused, he was able to slide inside her in one smooth thrust. They cried out at the same time, in relief and pleasure combined, when he stilled, seated to the hilt inside her warmth.
