The Viking's Captive(52)

His cock sprang free, but he didn’t grip it, instead he brought his hand to his mouth and spat in his palm. “I hope you’re wet for me,” he said. “But if not, this will help.”

He reached down and gripped his cock, coating it in saliva. He then arrowed the tip at her entrance.

She held her breath. The domed head of his glans was impossibly wide. It would never fit.

“Relax, my little Celt wife, try to let me in,” he said. “It will be better for you.”

He pushed forward.

Despite her wanting him so badly, her body resisted and she cried out.

But he didn’t stop. He continued to forge in, staring into her eyes as he did so.

With effort she managed to relax a little and accommodate him. He took full advantage and drove in deeper.

He groaned and his eyelids drooped. “Your cunny is Valhalla.”

“Halvor,” she gasped. She couldn’t take it all. She’d been right, he was too big.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “We fit perfectly.” Sweeping his mouth onto hers, he curled his hips forward and thrust in to full depth.

A stitch of pain sliced through her cunny. She gasped and closed her eyes.

Almost immediately he pulled mostly out, then shoved balls deep again.

Duna gripped his tunic and struggled to catch her breath. She was so full of him. He’d taken control of her body, buried so deep into her. But he did fit. She had taken him.

“Take pleasure,” he gasped. “From my body.”

“I… I don’t know how.” The pain was easing. A sense of elation went through her that she could accommodate her husband’s cock.

He rested more heavily on her, and his body rubbed over the nub in her cunny he’d stroked with his tongue the night before; the nub that had resulted in a mind-blowing experience that resembled thunder and lightning shooting through her body.

“Ah, yes, Halvor.”

“That’s it,” he said. “Take it there, find pleasure… but don’t be too long about it, woman.”

He picked up the pace. Not kissing her now, but staring down at her with a look of concentration.

What he was doing with his hips, rolling over her nub was incredible. And along with the intense filling in her cunny, his cock thick and hard, she was soon able to feel the buildup of pressure she’d enjoyed the night before.

“Is it there?” he asked, sweat dampening his brow and his hair falling forward.

“Yes… yes… nearly.”

He gritted his teeth. “Odin, give me strength.”

“Oh, Halvor, it’s so…”

“Let it take you.”

She clapped her hands over his cheeks and held his face to hers, then allowed the pressure to release. Bliss burst through her cunny. Her belly tightened and it was hard to breathe.

“Ah, fuck.” His eyes widened. “Your cunny, squeezing me like… that.” He threw his head back and roared, the way he had at the lake.

As her pleasure extended, his cock throbbed inside her.

She knew his seed was releasing and she clung to his wide shoulders, loving how it felt to be giving the man she adored such pleasure.

He shook, his muscles were like iron, and he pounded harder and deeper.

And then he stilled. He lowered his head from the sky and stared down at her. “My love,” he said. “That was better than I’d ever dared hope it could be.”

“I feel the same.”

“I did not hurt you?”

“No…” It had a little, to start with, but she didn’t want to worry him. “It was good, more than good.”

“And you found female pleasure, the way you did last night on my tongue.”

“Yes. I didn’t know that happened for a woman during coupling.”

“I wouldn’t have known if it hadn’t been for a wench down at the port teaching me about it.”

“Do not talk of other women, for we are married now.”

“It was a long time ago.” He kissed her. “And I promise to only sink my cock into your cunny, for as long as we both live.”

“That’s a good promise.”

He withdrew then flopped onto his back and rested his forearm over his eyes. He blew out a breath. “And it must be reciprocated; I am the only man who will ever touch you, from this point forward.”

“You are the only man who ever has or ever will.” She propped onto her elbow and slid her hand into the gap in his tunic, between two buttons and stroked over his nipple.

He turned to her. “What are you doing?”

“You like touching me, I want to touch you, husband.”

“My body doesn’t hold the same interest as yours.”

“It does to me.”

“It does?”

She could feel heat rising on her cheeks. “Of course. You are a handsome warrior, full of strength and power. I want to admire that about you.”

“In that case.” He sat, fisted his tunic between his shoulder blades and drew it over his head. “Here I am.” He tossed the clothing aside and lay back down.

She smiled and drank in the sight of his naked torso. Broad and sun-kissed, his pectoral muscles were square and his abdominals bricked. His cock was semi-hard, resting on his straw-colored pubic hair, and his breeches shoved down to his thighs.