Page 92 of The Last Viking

“A tingle. How can that be? I’m tingling there.”

She tried to focus there—an impossibility when so many incredible sensations assaulted her everywhere. “Lord, I feel it, too. Maybe…maybe the talisman’s magic slipped and lodged—”

He started to laugh, but it came out more like a gurgle since his teeth were grinding with restraint.

“Untie my hands,” she whimpered as she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, trying to adjust their position so her body could accommodate his size…and the tingling, which was really becoming…uh, disconcerting.

At first, she didn’t think he’d heard her, but he reached around and undid the silk cords. She curled her arms around his shoulders, and he walked her to the built-in bedstead against the wall. In one fluid motion, he tumbled her to the bed furs, still imbedded in her.

Every cell in her body tingled.

For several long moments, he just lay on top of her, panting. When he raised himself on extended arms, he studied her face. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head.

“Am I too heavy?”

She shook her head again.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Another shake of the head, this one rather vehement.

“Why won’t you talk to me, dearling?”

She swallowed a nervous giggle. “I…can’t.”

He raised an eyebrow. When understanding dawned, he grinned.

So, he considers my overstimulation funny? “Why aren’t you moving?” she grumbled.

“The same reason as you,” he clipped out. “I can’t.”

His words excited her. And her inner folds spasmed around him.

He groaned. “Betwixt the tingling and your pulsing, this will be a one-stroke coming if I move now.”

“I don’t pulse.”

Another spasm.

“You did that apurpose,” he accused.

Oh, geez, this was embarrassing. “No, my body is just trying to accustom itself…to your…to you.”

“Oh,” he said with sudden understanding. Then he broke into an arresting smile. “I can help you adapt to me, and take more.”

Take more? I…don’t…think…so. “No, I don’t think…a-h-h-h-!”

He arched his upper body back on one extended arm with his hard penis motionless inside her. With his other hand, he reached down between their bodies and began to strum the slickness, back and forth.

She raised her hips up high, spreading her legs more. And wailed in one endless stream of “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” at the intensity of the sensations convulsing through her in ever-widening spirals.

To her amazement, her inner folds did expand, and Rolf grew inside her. And he still wasn’t moving, darn him.

He waited for her to open her eyes before he gripped her head in both hands and said fervently, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”