Page 68 of The Very Virile Viking

Pride goeth before the fall. Wasn't that how that old saying went? Well, she was falling fast. "Please put your mouth on me."

"And?"

She moaned. "Suckle me."

That hard part of him jerked against her side, but then he put his mouth over her right nipple and began to suck. His mouth was so very hot and wet. The rhythmic action of his lips was so tantalizing that Angela did the unthinkable.

She climaxed.

She stiffened and tried to stop the small ripples that passed through her female parts, inside and out.

Magnus raised his head and seemed to understand what was going on, because he placed a palm over her pubic area.

Oh, Lord! How mortifying!

And then he gave similar attention to her other breast, which caused the ripples to continue, seemingly without end. She writhed from side to side, trying to remove his mouth from her breast, but he held fast, and pressed his palm harder against her mound.

When she was done, tears streamed down her face. "I am so embarrassed."

"Why?" Genuine surprise rang in his voice. "I love how responsive your body is. Do you not know how much pleasure I get from your pleasure?"

She felt him use the edge of a sheet to gently wipe away her tears. Then she lost her sense of where he was. Oh, no! Oh, geez ! When had her legs gone widespread? Was Magnus really kneeling between them, as she suspected? And why was he so quiet?

"What are you doing?" There was a nervous gurgle to her voice.

"Just looking."

Oh, geez! Don't be looking. Not there. "Looking?" The gurgle was more pronounced. "At what?"

"You."

"There?"

"There."

Is this not every woman's nightmare? All her private secrets exposed? Her most intimate parts examined… and possibly found wanting? "Well, don't," she said, and tried to push him away with her knees and feet. The unsuccessful maneuver left her knees bent and her legs even wider apart.

He just laughed. "Do not go shy on me now, sweetling. You are beautiful there ."

Oh, my goodness! "What are you doing now?"

"Still looking."

I am going to give him till the count of five, and then I am going to insist that he stop… looking.

One, two… But then she felt his breath there and she lost her power of speech… or ability to count.

Magnus pressed one palm flat on her lower stomach and trailed the fingertips of the other hand over her pubic hair, barely touching, just a hint of a caress. He did it over and over till she wanted to scream out her yearning.

But then he moved to more interesting territory—the hot, slick channel between her legs. Suddenly she felt something inside her. So surprised was she that she yelped, "Magnus! Is that you… your penis?"

"Angela!" Magnus exclaimed indignantly. "You malign me greatly. 'Twas a mere finger." He withdrew it instantly.

In retrospect, she should have known the difference, but with her eyes blindfolded how was she to tell?

She giggled at her mistake.

"You find humor in making mock of my manliness, do you, wench?" There was amusement in his voice now. "Ne'er have I had a woman compare my man part to a finger afore. The skalds would write a saga about this event, if they ever found out… which they will not. 'Magnus the Needle-Cock' or some such ignominious title, I would imagine."