Chapter 36 #2
His chest gingerly grazed her breasts as he leaned in and she jumped, the sensation completely new to her.
Her mind told her she didn’t want it to happen again, because this was far past the point of ladylike behavior, but her body responded to that faint touch by arching.
Her nipples brushed his chest again and a small squeak slipped from her throat.
Halsten sat up quickly, surveying her face. When he saw that she was smiling, he smiled as well. “Did you just squeak?”
Linnea playfully slapped his chest. “It wasn’t a squeak. It was a high-pitched moan.”
“It was a squeak,” he said flatly. “But squeak or moan, I want to hear it again.”
Linnea closed her eyes when Halsten dipped back down, but she never felt his mouth reconnect with her neck.
She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her nipple, clearly visible through the layers of thin gossamer she was wearing.
He looked up, making eye contact with her and gliding the flat of his tongue slowly over the nub through the fabric.
Linnea squeaked again, this time louder and longer. Halsten laughed against her chest, causing her to let out a breathy huff of joy with him. He wrapped his entire mouth around her nipple this time, swirling his tongue against the fabric, creating a rough yet warm feeling that made Linnea melt.
There were no nerves. She wanted her fire stoked, and Halsten was volunteering himself as kindling.
He released her nipple and looked up at her. “You know, when your face is flushed, your freckles look a thousand times cuter?” He quickly popped up and kissed the bridge of her nose where her largest cluster of freckles sat. She felt his hand just below her collarbone tugging at the tie there.
His hand slid the material down one of her arms, exposing a breast. She gasped when his palm rested against it, encasing her fully as he squeezed.
Linnea pushed on his thighs, making him back up so she could slip her legs out from beneath him and position them on either side of his.
Having her legs spread with Halsten kneeling between them made her core throb with need, a feeling she had never felt with any other man.
Linnea’s nightgown was still covering her besides her legs and the exposed breast Halsten was kneading.
His hips bucked and he closed his eyes, tilting his head toward the ceiling.
Linnea didn’t know who she was at this moment, but she felt brave.
She latched onto the newfound confidence and embraced it, lifting the bottom of her nightgown until her core was exposed, everything on full display since her legs were still spread around Halsten.
He sat back and gripped the sides of her thighs before staring hungrily at her center. He licked his lips and Linnea could see him straining against his trousers.
“Gods, Linnea,” Halsten mumbled. “You’re fucking perfect. I don’t know what I ever did to land myself in this position, but I don’t deserve it.”
Linnea laughed but it quickly faded as another wave of heat ran through her. The longer he stared, the more she ached for him. “I want to see you,” she rushed out.
“You’re sure?” he met her gaze, his transfixion with her broken.
She nodded.
“Words,” he commanded.
“I’m sure.” There was a slight quiver in her voice, but she knew that was more so from how hard she was breathing rather than nerves. Not to say she wasn’t nervous. Of course she was. But Halsten was safe.
Halsten untied the knot holding his trousers up and slipped them down his thighs.
His member sprang free and Linnea was mesmerized.
He kicked his pants off all the way, shoving them off the bed.
Linnea reached out, her eyes darting between Halsten’s heavy-lidded gaze and his cock.
When she delicately wrapped her fingers around it, he hissed.
She let go and ran her fingers up and down him, taking in the soft skin and veins she had never experienced before.
Her thumb ran up the slit on the underside of the tip and Halsten bucked in her hand.
She quickly realized how addicting this could be.
Not sex in general, but sex with this man.
The sounds he made and the jerky movements with her slightest of touches made her feel wanted. It made her feel powerful.
She gingerly wrapped her hand around him again and he moaned, gripping her fingers and squeezing to teach her how hard to hold him. Both of their hands stroked him at first until he let go, allowing her to try on her own.
“Can I show you what it feels like to orgasm, Linnea?” he asked. His hands rested at the tops of her thighs, so close to her center that she could hardly stop herself from shifting her body to make his hand land there.
“Please,” Linnea whimpered.
“With my hand, my mouth, or—”
“This,” Linnea gripped his cock tightly, “and this.” She grabbed his hand and rested it on her center.
Halsten hissed out a string of curses that Linnea hoped meant something positive even though they sounded quite filthy.
He slipped two fingers into her dripping slit and growled.
His fingers brushed over a specific spot and she squeaked again, tingles running all over her body like she had been struck by lightning.
He chuckled. “We’ll save that spot for after. I have to get you ready for me.”
Halsten slowly slipped a finger into Linnea’s opening.
At first it was uncomfortable, but after he retracted and reinserted it a few times, she adjusted.
He leaned forward and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth again as he eased two fingers into her this time.
She hissed and he stopped, allowing her a moment to get used to the feeling.
A few flicks of his tongue over her nipple and she relaxed again.
He pushed in further until she felt the pressure of his hand against her, knowing his fingers were as deep as they could go.
Linnea let out what she now knew was her signature squeak.
He did it twice more, and on the third time, he pushed in quickly, curling his fingers against her walls and she moaned, guttural and completely unfamiliar.
That was the signal Halsten had been waiting for, because he released her breast and sat back, taking hold of his cock and releasing Linnea of the duty. He lined it up with her throbbing center, so wet she was sure she was soaking the sheets.
“Words,” he said in a low grumble.
Linnea said the filthiest thing she had ever said, demanding the filthiest thing she had ever desired. “Fuck me, Halsten.”
Halsten once again released a steeple-shattering strand of curses as he slowly slid into her.
Once he was completely immersed in her, he withdrew slowly and entered again.
At first, there was a stinging sensation.
Linnea feared she had made a mistake, allowing this to happen.
Maybe sex wasn’t as enjoyable as everyone made it out to be.
Maybe it was only for the men, and this was the pain women had to feel every time it happened.
Halsten’s hand returned to its home between her legs and he grazed that spot again.
Her clit, the spot that made her see stars the first time he touched it.
He pressed the pad of his finger to it at first, allowing her to adjust to the feel of something touching it.
When she relaxed and felt herself tightening around his dick, he began to draw large, gentle circles around her clit.
His thrusts were small, but the friction made her moan.
She was filled and whatever he was doing was making her pant.
After a few more small thrusts, he pulled out almost completely and pushed as far into her as he could go.
Linnea’s legs fell further open and she could see Halsten’s hand working between her legs. She watched him, her breaths becoming more shallow. A corner of his mouth tilted upward when she looked up at his face.
He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue swirling small, tight circles around hers.
At that same moment, his finger mimicked his tongue, drawing small, determined circles around her clit.
A tingling started low in her stomach, her inner-walls clenching around his cock.
Halsten sat back up and thrusted into her, determination etched into his expression.
She glanced down to his hand now frantically working her, and that was her undoing.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, a shrieking moan tearing from her throat as she realized that Halsten was finding his release as well.
“Little Flame. My good Little fucking Flame,” Halsten whispered to himself and closed his eyes.
His Little Flame. He brought one of her arms to his face and kissed the scar on her wrist.
She tightened around him so much that she could distinctly feel the head of his cock flare, and her body tingled all over.
As she came down, Halsten’s thrusting slowed to a stop and he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Now that was a high-pitched moan.”