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“Wha-what?”
There was no headboard or footboard; so, before she could say, Wha-what? again, he grabbed her ankles and tugged until her buttocks and the bottoms of her feet rested on the edge of the mattress. “Are you ready for a different kind of exploration?” Best you agree because, ready or not, you are getting it.
“What kind?”
Thank you for asking, little bug. “Well, my fingers are getting rather tired, and I thought I would use another body part for my discoveries.” He paused for a moment so she could imagine the worst.
“Your palm?” she guessed, hopefully.
Think more “perverted,” my innocent flower. “My tongue.”
She was slow in understanding his meaning, which gave him the opportunity to quickly kneel on the floor and spread her legs wide. By thunder! Was there ever a sight prettier to a man on a mission? A seduction mission?
She yelped and tried to sit up, her arms flailing.
He shoved her back down. None too gently, either.
“I knew you were depraved, but this passes all bounds. You toad. How dare you? How ... oh! Oh my gods!”
He had just pressed his tongue against the secret bud of pleasure all women had, and he knew without a doubt, he had her now. “Dost like that, Drifa?”
Her only response was a gurgle, but her legs went limp, and she allowed him to spread her farther.
“I must be the best explorer in the world, Drifa. Mayhap I will go exploring with Erik the Red to that new world beyond Iceland. Mayhap I have discovered a secret waterway to paradise. There are all these shoals, of course, and hidden channels, but mayhap there will be a dam up ahead. Never fear, my longboat can make it through, that I assure you.”
“Mayhap, mayhap, mayhap. If your longboat gets any longer, it will be stuck in the shallows, of that I assure you,” she countered.
“I love a woman who can make jest in the midst of bedsport.” And that was the gods’ truth. Life was too hard and unmerciful at times. Laughter and smiles eased a man’s life path.
“That was no jest. That was ... Frigg’s foot! ... What are you doing now?”
“Just using my paddle to explore the water.” He laved her with his tongue in long stokes. He flicked certain parts with the tip of his tongue. By the time he began to kiss her sweet spot, she was arching off the bed. He could not have that, so he looped her knees over his shoulders and suckled her bud as he had her nipples.
She peaked and peaked and peaked. He could feel it against his mouth, if he hadn’t already come to that conclusion by her almost continuous moaning.
“No more, no more,” she protested as he moved her back up the bed and laid himself over her.
“Shhh,” he said, “I will take care of everything.” He pushed the stray strands of hair off her face and kissed her lightly.
“That is what I’m afraid of. It’s not supposed to be like this.”
“Oh really? How is it supposed to be?”
“Quick.”
“Quick is good betimes. At others, ’tis best to make the journey last a long time, to enjoy the scenery along the way, to prolong the bliss.”
“My scenery is supposed to be private, and I do not think I can stand any more bliss. Must you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Rub your chest hairs across my nipples. It is ...”
“It is what, Drifa?
“Unsettling.”
He did a mental punch in the air of triumph. “That is because your body yearns for more.”
