Page 69 of The Very Virile Viking

"Really, Magnus, you make much ado about nothing."

"Ha! Do not ever tell a man the size of his man part is nothing."

Angela was about to tell Magnus that he had nothing to worry about in that department when he began to touch her most sensitive places with light strokes that bespoke an expertise she didn't want to think about. When the light strokes turned to thrumming vibrations against the heart of her, she felt a new climax coming, and she didn't want it to happen this way again.

"Enough, Magnus! Untie me. I do not want to come again without seeing you, or touching you."

"You are a demanding mistress," he said in a growl, but immediately followed her commands. Thank God !

She blinked her eyes several times to adjust to the light. Then she noticed how she lay spread-legged on the bed with Magnus kneeling between her thighs. The erection that stood out from the thatch of hair at his groin was thick and blue-veined and very, very impressive… a compliment to herself, she chose to believe.

Opening her arms, she leaned upward, "Come here, darling. Enough games! Let's make love."

"Whate'er you say, dearling." Magnus braced his elbows on either side of her head and gently settled his much heavier body over hers. Then, holding her eyes, with his fingertips bracketing her face, he began to

enter her… inch by glorious inch by glorious inch… till she was full with him.

She whimpered softly, but not from pain. It was all the delicious sensation assailing her. Magnus spasmed slightly as her inner walls shifted around him. Her breasts ached with torturous ecstasy. Her heart thrummed madly.

"Come… with me ," he encouraged.

As if she needed such encouragement!

At first he withdrew and entered her with long, slow strokes that were a delicious torment. Her body was tensing for some cataclysmic event, and she wanted more. "Harder! Quicker!" she finally pleaded. I can't believe I actually said that aloud . But her arousal was making her frantic, clouding her mind, loosing her tongue.

Instead he moved even slower. But he was panting as he did so, and Angela knew he was as turned on as she was. He was just able to control it better.

She pounded his chest with her fists when the stubborn man stopped altogether, fully imbedded, and watched the play of emotions on her face, especially when he deliberately shifted his hips from side to side, just once, and a miniorgasm caused her to convulse around him. "Oh, oh, oh…" she cried out.

Now he would surely start the real business. Now he would end this pleasure-pain that had her writhing from side to side, keening endlessly. Wouldn't he?

No..

Instead, in one fluid motion he sat up on his heels, bringing her with him so that she straddled his thighs.

"Like this, Angela," he said huskily. He began to thrust his hips against hers and at the same time put his hands on her buttocks to show her the counterpoint rhythm he wanted her to follow.

Her orgasm came as she bucked against his belly, the pistonlike strokes of his penis inflaming her senses.

But it was not enough. Even as she convulsed around him, he continued to pound her, and she wanted more. She threw her head back and strained against the terrible/wonderful tension that continued to ripple over her entire body. When he leaned his head down and took one breast into his mouth and bit gently on the nipple, she climaxed instantly… a hard, dramatic spasming that started in her woman folds and went out in seemingly endless waves to her belly and breasts and down her thighs.

When that died down, she realized that she was on her back once again. As she was inhaling and exhaling harshly to catch her breath, another realization came to her: they were not nearly finished, and Magnus—her magnificent Viking—still hard as a rock and positioned at the edge of her cleft, had not been satisfied… yet.

"Are you ready?" His brown eyes were glazed golden with passion. His lips were parted and panting.

His nostrils were flared as he attempted to control his surely approaching climax.

Need you ask? "No, I'm not ready. I mean, yes, I'm ready, but don't you think we should wait—"

Whoosh! He was in her again, and this time he meant business. No playful jests. No games. No half-sex, or extended foreplay. This was the big time. She saw that in the serious expression on Magnus's face, and the purely masculine growl he emitted as he began to plunge into her hard and fast, the way she

had wanted it all along.

In, out, in, out, in, out, inoutinoutinout, in, out, in, out, in, out, inoutinoutinout, IIIINNNNN,OOOUUTT!

"Oh… my… God!"

"Oh… holy… Thor!"