The Viking's Captive(53)

Slowly she traced his nipples, enjoying the way they tightened beneath her touch.

“Duna?”

“Shh.” She tipped forward and laved the right one with her tongue.

He released a low, rumbling groan and she had to suppress a smile. He was enjoying her treatment of him.

She moved over his body, tugging his left nipple into her mouth and biting it gently.

“Fuck, no woman has ever done that,” he muttered. “You are a surprise a minute, wife.”

“I hope I can keep that up.” She smiled, then resumed kissing over his chest and bestowing attention on his nipples. As she did so, she slid her touch to his waist, over his stomach, and to his navel. She was learning his shape and the heat of his skin. She was surprised when he trembled slightly beneath her touch, especially when she caressed the hair between his belly button and groin.

“Duna,” he murmured. “If you carry on I may have to bury inside your cunny again before we make for home.”

“I would not object to that.”

“Good.” He reached for her dress. “Take this off. If you are seeing me, I wish to see you.”

She allowed him to tug it over her head, and then kicked away her undergarments completely.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze roaming her body. “And with Odin gracing us with a sunny day for our wedding, you are even more so in this dappled light.”

She sat back on her heels and cupped her breasts. “I am glad to please you with my looks.”

“You do, and you will always.”

“Even when my hair is silver and my face creased with wrinkles?”

“I will think you even more beautiful then, because we will have spent our lives together.” He slid his hand to his cock.

Duna followed his movements and was pleased to see he was growing hard again. Her cunny fluttered, she was still damp with his seed, but wanted him inside her once more.

“Sit on me, here,” he said, angling his cock straight up.

“Sit on you… on it?”

“Aye.” He smiled and with his free hand urged her astride his thighs. “That way you can fuck me.”

“I can fuck you?”

“Well, sort of.” He smiled, lines creasing from the edges of his eyes to his temples. “As much as I’ll let you.”

“I’ll take what I can.” She rose up and allowed her cunny lips to brush over the tip of his cock.

“Aye, like that, you’re a natural at this, my beautiful Celt.”

“I have a good teacher.”

He released his cock and gripped her thighs. “Now lower yourself, take me deep.”

“I’ll try.” As she’d spoken she’d sat a little, allowing his cock tip to stretch her entrance.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

“Am I paining you?”

“No.” He shook his head. “My instinct is to go fast, pull you down, but I want you to enjoy every tiny portion of my cock filling you.”

“I am.” She tipped forward, her hair swinging and placed her hands on his chest. She took him in some more. “Oh… and that…”

“Feels like Valhalla.”

“Something like that.” He was easing in with more grace this time. The glide was smooth and delicious. No pain, just exquisite stretching sensations as his dense cock lodged high.

“More,” he gasped. “Please, all the way. I need you.”

“And I need you.” She held her breath and sat fully on his cock. It was hard to think of anything other than him being inside her, but she took a moment to enjoy his expression of bliss. Her husband was a handsome man, but in this moment, ecstasy gripping him, he was surely the most beautiful man ever to have walked the Earth.

“Ah, fuck, yeah, move, Celt, now.” He’d accompanied his words with a thrust of his hips and clamped his fingers on her thighs. “As if you’re on a horse, going faster and faster.”

Duna rotated her hips, gasping as her nub caught on his body. Quickly she discovered which movement created the building of pressure and caused Halvor to groan in a long, guttural way.

“Take your pleasure,” he demanded after several minutes. “When you can.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And don’t stop, damn it.” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “If you stop I will spank you until your ass is redder than the roses on the pathway.”

“I won’t stop.” Nothing would make her cease the action of her hips. The pleasure had grown inside her. All she had to do now was release it. “Oh… oh… Halvor, it’s here.”

“Take it!”

She tumbled into a wondrous ecstasy that she had total control over. For about three seconds. Then Halvor sat, wrapped her in his arms and thrust his hips upward at the same time as he pulled her down onto him.

He released a roar that tangled with her cries of release.

She shook as sparks of white-hot delight shot over her skin. Her cunny spasmed around Halvor’s cock. His seed poured into her yet again and he yelled out each time more shot from him.

Eventually he stilled though he kept her in his vise-like grip.

“My wife,” he said, kissing her hot cheek. “I knew you were wild from the first moment I saw you.”