Page 96 of The Viking’s Captive

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?

“There is just one thing. I’m weeping all over you.”

At first he didn’t understand. When he did, he started to laugh, which caused his “snake” to jiggle, which caused Tyra’s eyes to widen. Finally he said, “The ‘weeping’ is from both of us, and it’s natural … to be expected.”

“Oh. All right. Proceed then.”

“No more talking,” he reminded her.

“No more talking,” she agreed, running the back of her hand across her lips to demonstrate just how shut her mouth was.

For several long moments, he just gazed at her. Still straddling his body, trapping his half limp member inside her, she gazed back at him, waiting. God, she was magnificent.

“Lift your hair and place your hands behind your neck,” he instructed.

She did so without question, and Adam decided then and there that there had never been a more beauteous or desirable female in all the kingdoms of the world. With just his fingertips, he traced her upraised inner arms from elbows to armpits, then the muscled planes of her sides and waist and hips.

The position of her arms caused her breasts to be outthrust. Leaning up off the bed, he took one nipple and areola into his mouth, just licking it at first with the tip of his tongue.

She made a soulful whimpering sound … the kind that makes a man thank God he is … well, a man. He hoped to elicit more of those sounds from her.

Pleased with the progress of what he hoped would be a slow assault, Adam began to suckle her. Slowly. Deeply. Rhythmically. Each time he drew on her, her inner muscles contracted around his staff, and soon he was hard enough to serve as the mast pole of a longship … certainly erect enough to give her all the pleasure she could want. But it was too soon for that. This time, he wanted to prolong her arousal, to double … nay, triple … her rapture when she finally peaked.

Tyra in the throes of ecstasy would be a sight to behold.

He hoped he survived.