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She downed the rest of her wine, feeling the heady liquid rush to all her extremities, dulling her brain. But not nearly enough. She was fully aware of what she was doing as she removed her garments and soft shoes. She raised her chin but could not make herself look at him. She knew that her blush covered not just her face but her entire body exposed to his scrutiny, and that was evidence enough that he was humiliating her.
“Unbraid your hair and comb it out with your fingers.” His voice was huskier than usual.
She raised her hands, thus lifting her breasts, which were much too full for her slim frame, in her opinion. Combing through the long strands required her to not only raise her arms but twist her shoulders from side to side, which in turn caused her breasts to bob. In the process, she inadvertently looked his way. Then looked again. Not only was he flushed, too, but there was a large bulge sticking up from his braies.
Before she could bite her foolish tongue, she asked, “The head drilling?”
“Nay, this is all your doing.”
Mine? My nude body has that effect on him? She was both flattered and gratified by his remark.
“Come closer,” he demanded, and spread his legs.
You can do this, Drifa. Think of Runa. You can do this. When she stood between his thighs, he ran his fingertips over the outside of her arms that she’d pressed rigidly to her sides. Every fine hair on her body rose to attention, including some unmentionable places.
“Oh nay, no hiding. Open your eyes.”
Think about planting bushes. And manure. Do not let him see your feelings. When she opened her eyes, she noticed immediately the haze of arousal in his eyes, which were more gray than green at the moment. “Good girling,” he said, and leaned up to kiss her briefly before setting her back so he could see her better. “You are so beautiful.”
She was not, but ’twas not the time to argue. In truth, she doubted she could put two words together as he lifted her breasts from underneath, then ran his thumbs across the nipples, bringing them to hard points. Manure, manure, manure. Horse manure. Cow manure. Oooooh!
Sensing that she was about to swoon, he put his hands to her waist for a moment. “It is all right if you moan your ecstasy here and there.”
“I swear, I am going to hit you over the head with a pottery jug first chance I get.”
“Do not be angry with me because your body betrays you, Drifa.”
And then her body betrayed her some more as he played and played and played with her breasts. Tweaking the nipples. Running his knuckles across them. Pinching them, for Asgard’s sake! But it was when he put his mouth to her that it became too much. He suckled her, he actually suckled her. Hard. Rhythmically. Interspersed with flicks of his tongue. Then he moved to the other breast and did the same.
“So much for manure!” she muttered.
“Huh!”
“I am thinking about manure so I can resist you better.”
“Don’t you dare.” He licked one of her nipples, and a shock of pleasure rippled throughout her body. Her knees gave way and he caught her with a chuckle, placing her on his lap. But not just on his lap. She was astraddle his lap, wide open and exposed to his scrutiny. And he was scrutinizing her, all right.
“Oh, this is not normal. Let me up.”
“Not a chance.”
“But ... but ... I need to visit the privy. I think my bladder is leaking.”
His lower body lurched, and he made a low moaning sound at the back of his throat before pressing his forehead against hers, as if trying to catch his breath. “Drifa, dearling, that is not piss. It is your woman dew readying itself for my penetration.”
“I must be as perverted as you are!” she exclaimed when she understood what he meant. Can this situation get any more embarrassing?
“That is not perverted, silly woman. ’Tis the way the gods ... or the One-God ... made women. It will aid in your pleasure.”
“Pleasure! I do not intend to get any pleasure from this act. Not at all.” If I can help it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk! Do you not know better than to dare a Viking?”
“I was not daring you.”
“Sounded like a dare to me.” To demonstrate, he put a fingertip right into her wetness and fluttered it once, twice, three times.
She almost flew off his lap.
