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Again he thanked the gods for Abby, who quickly picked up on his change of pace and mood. “I think we’ve gotten a little off track,” she said, then continued with her rehearsed spiel about the history of blacksmithing and Viking culture.
Half an hour later, the demo was done, the crowd had moved off to investigate the next exhibition of medieval life, and Ollie went in search of his wife, his mind overflowing with all the wicked things he wanted to do to her.
He didn’t have to go far. Mia had retreated inside their spacious tent and he found her unfastening her belt and casting it and the assortment of accoutrements attached to it aside.
Ollie slowed his steps as he entered the tent, better to appreciate the view as his wife unfastened the rest of her leather armour and added it to the pile by her feet.
"Where's Abby?" Mia asked, distracted by the one buckle on her vambrace that always got stuck.
Ollie knew he should probably fix it, but then he wouldn't be able to do what he did next. "My favourite sister," he began, taking her forearm in his hands and working the buckle free. Any excuse to touch her.
"She's your only sister," Mia reminded him, chuckling.
Ollie grinned as he tugged the last strap free. "My favourite sister has agreed to give us some alone time. She and Wolf are keeping the girls with them until after the jousting exhibition, so that gives us about an hour before they get back."
During the demonstration, Abby's husband had been put in charge of his nieces. The big man was currently Sigrid's favourite person due to the fact he allowed her to colour in his plethora of tattoos, which made him the perfect babysitter. He'd taken Ollie's now five-year-old daughter and her one-year-old sister, Brenna, to the petting zoo, and would now be meeting up with Abby for lunch and jousting.
"Hmm, you sure that'll be enough time?" Mia said, untying the sides of her apron dress.
Sliding his hands over her hips, Ollie pulled Mia against his body, pressed his hard cock between her thighs. Tracked her tongue as she swiped it over her bottom lip. "It's never enough time with you, sweetling." Then he bent his head to kiss her but she shoved him away.
"You're all sweaty," she said, laughing. "You stink."
"But it's a manly stink," he replied, winking as he struck a pose and flexed his muscles for her.
"Ugh, manly or not, you need a wash, so why don't you get some hot water and I'll grab the soap."
The stern look on Mia's face told him it wasn't a suggestion, and that just made his dick jerk against his trousers, eager to obey so they could get on with it.
Ducking outside again, he filled a jug with the water they kept in a pot near the fire, then returned and emptied the jug into the metal basin Mia had placed on the table.
She closed the heavy tent flaps and tied them shut, giving them privacy, and the flickering of a lantern gave them light to see by.
"Strip," she commanded.
Ollie wasted no time complying with her wishes, toeing off his boots and shucking his trousers in record time, then helped Mia remove her tunic dress. It was a little tighter than the last time she'd worn it, her baby bump swelling her waistline several inches now, not to mention her breasts.
She didn't need that push-up bra anymore. Breastfeeding Brenna had caused her tits to grow two sizes larger, and her new pregnancy was making them tender in a way Ollie loved putting to good use.
As soon as they were both naked, Mia soaked a cloth in the warm water, then rubbed soap on it and washed Oliver's body. They bathed together all the time at home, but there was something so much more erotic about doing it like this. Facing each other, completely bare to each other without even a curtain of water to hide behind.
Her strokes with the cloth were firm and efficient, up and over his chest, his shoulders, down his back and over his arse. She wiped away the grime from his hands and the sweat from his face and neck, and she took particular care of his inner thighs and rampant erection.
But not the type of care Ollie craved from her.
"Mia," he groaned, reaching for her again. "Sweetling, please. I need to be inside you."
She tossed the cloth into the basin. "Get on the bed and wait for me," she ordered. "On your back."
Ollie smirked. His wife's need was just as great as his if her underlying tone of urgency was anything to go by.
A pregnant Mia was a horny Mia.
Once he was on his back on their very big, comfortable Viking bed, Mia joined him, straddled him. Bending forwards, she licked and kissed a path starting in the hollow at his throat and ending on his lips, where she slipped her tongue inside his mouth and kissed him long and deep.
He speared his fingers into her hair and angled her head to give him better access to her, to deepen their kiss further. Mia rubbed her body against his, the electric sensation of her hard nipples and wet pussy stroking his heated flesh made all the more erotic by her sultry moans of pleasure.
"Fuck, baby," she whimpered, reaching between them to fist her hand around his dick. "I need you."
