Page 103 of The Outlaw Viking

Selik fell back to the bed then, taking her with him, and she couldn’t wait. She straddled him and guided his rigid, pulsing length into her body, which welcomed him with soft, clasping spasms.

“Bloody, bloody hell!” he groaned. “’Tis too soon. You are so tight. Nay, do not move. Not yet. I want to savor this feeling for as long as possible…forever.”

“Selik…?”

He unshuttered his eyes lazily, exposing the depth of his arousal in blazing gray pools that almost seemed to swirl with need, and a mouth swollen with passion. “What?” he whispered thickly.

“I love you,” she said, despite his orders to the contrary, and raised her body on his shaft, then slowly sank back down.

“Nay,” he protested, but put his hands on her hips to regulate the pace of her rhythm.

“I love you,” she repeated against his parted lips and tried to convey with loving kisses the intensity of that love.

“Nay, you love the feel of me inside you.”

Rain laughed exultantly. “Yes, that too.”

She smiled, barely, between his agonizingly slow strokes.

“What else do you love?” he whispered as he stroked the peaks of her aching breasts with his fingertips.

“I like that,” she said, gasping, “and that,” she added as he took one breast into his mouth and grazed the nipple with the edges of his teeth. She arched her back, throwing her head back, and began to keen in a low whimper as the storm between her legs accelerated, turning her mindless and out of control.

Placing his middle finger between her legs, against the throbbing bud, Selik rubbed up and down in the slick groove until she screamed, “I can’t…I can’t…oh, God, stop…no, don’t stop…I want…”

He flipped her over onto her back, still inside her, and pushed up on her ankles and outward on her knees. Then he tormented her by pulling outside her body, the tip of his rock hardness pressed against her most sensitive fold. She tried to move against him, to pull him back inside her, but he would not allow it.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded in a voice so thick with passion that she could barely understand the words. Rain could see that he was as aroused as she, but still he tormented her by withholding himself.

“I love you, and I want you to love me, too,” she said, expressing her fervent wish.

Rain saw the surprise on his face. They were not the words he’d expected. But he closed his eyes, as if in resignation, and slammed into her.

“I love you,” she cried, and on each of the hard strokes that drove into her body, she repeated the words over and over and over, “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou….”

The veins stood out in Selik’s neck as he imbedded himself into her one last time, almost to the womb, and cried out his own piercing climax, before she joined him in a cataclysmic shattering of her senses, which convulsed and convulsed and convulsed around him, until they finally shattered into little aftershocks.

The weight of Selik’s body pressed her to the cot, and she relished its sweet warmth in the afterglow of their lovemaking. At first, he panted, then breathed evenly against her neck.

“Are you asleep?” she asked softly, brushing a hand caressingly over his silky hair.

He made a small strangling sound low in his throat, then lifted his head and smiled. “Nay, I am dead.”

She smiled back and felt her heart expand with the love she felt for him. No torment marred his handsome face now. The lines of pain and bitterness that usually bracketed his eyes and mouth had melted with their lovemaking.

“Why are you gazing at me so?” he asked, chucking her under the chin.

“How?”

“Like a bear suddenly presented with a bowl of honey, when it should be the other way ’round,” he said with a growl. He rolled off her to his side, then quickly leaned down and licked her lips. “Hmmm. Yes, I do think I taste honey. Let me check further.”

When he finally tore his lips away from hers, breathing unevenly, he nipped at her shoulder and commented, “We have not finished our a-Viking.”

“We haven’t?” Rain exclaimed, and the note of astonishment in her voice drew a chuckle from Selik.

“Nay, I have yet to show you your G-spot,” he said, sitting up, then moving to kneel between her legs. He sat back on his heels, then pushed her knees up to her chest, holding them there with the pressure of his left arm.

Placing his thumb above her pubic bone, he stretched two other long fingers inside her so that they met the thumb from the inside. Then he began a rapid, hard, pumping stroke that continually brought him back to that spot beneath the thumb.