Chapter 35 #2
Gunnar's hand scooped up through her hair, holding her head in place for his kiss that consumed her.
She burned from the inside out, the sensation only barely sparking in her memory from when she'd been a teenager, just before pledging herself to the order of priestesses, and when she had first kissed a boy she'd liked.
A pressing, burning need between her thighs that ached to spread for him seared through her. She wanted to feel the weight of him between her thighs, pressing her down into the soft moss while his claws brushed through her hair.
Gunnar drew back, peppering kisses across her face as he said, "I have loved you every day for a hundred days, and even more than that. And I will love you until the day I die and beyond, into whatever waits for us."
"Swear it."
"I vow it, troll wife," he groaned against her lips, drawing her to the ground with him.
"I want to see you," she said against his mouth, even as his hands moved down her sides.
They knelt together on the moss, breathing hard, staring at each other for a moment until he furiously whipped his shirt off over his head.
When he paused with his hands on his buckle, she only licked her lips and replied, "All of you. "
He arched a brow, and off came the pants as well. Though he struggled a bit when he had to stand, and the hopping motion he made to get his pants off was most unbecoming and made her laugh.
A real laugh. A sparkling, bright sound that was so loud it was almost startling. An ugly, snorting, strange sound that made him chuckle as well when he heard it.
Then he held her face in his hands and pressed another kiss to her lips. "That was the worst laugh you could possibly have," he said. "Don't ever change it."
She would have argued with him that what he'd said was rude. But then she looked down at the monster of a cock before her, and there was the sparkling piercing that she'd heard about but surely none of the other women had meant this.
Maia had said her husband had piercings running down the underside of his cock. Astrid had said her husband had one through the tip. But Gunnar's was a massive X below the head of his cock. Two bars, she thought, crossing over each other.
Gunnar glanced down at his cock with her, and it bounced. Somehow. Then he shrugged. "I thought it looked better than the others. And the piercer assured me it was the best for uh... female pleasure."
Well, she looked forward to trying that out. Maybe not today. Just the sight of it made her nervous, and she didn't want those nerves to turn into bad memories or fear.
"We don't have to push it," he said, covering the sight of his cock from her view with a hand and then tilting her face to look up at him. "For now, troll wife, all I ask is that you allow me to taste you."
"Taste me?"
"Ah, it's something I'm certain will be a pleasurable new experience for you. And something I've been dying to do for a long time now."
She expected him to push her down into the moss. That was what most men did, at least. She was used to that.
But he didn't. Instead, he lay back in the moss and then gestured for her to come over to him. "Sit on my face, love."
"Sit?" she asked, certain she hadn't heard him right.
But she still approached him, and the moment she was within reach, he grabbed onto her thighs and tugged her until her core was hovering right above his mouth. Though mildly horrified, she stayed where she was because he licked his lips like he was starving.
"Sit," he groaned. "And don't hover, woman. If I die, I die an honorable death."
He yanked Rose down so hard she had no option but to sit, and then his tongue licked through her folds.
She froze.
Gunnar was too good at this. His tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy, toying with her. Tiny circles. Little sucking pulses, movements that made her reach down between her legs and grab onto his hair, or she'd fall. Forward or backward, she had no idea.
He was right. She'd never even dreamt that a man would do this. It would’ve felt unnatural. Wrong. She shouldn't enjoy it as much as she should, and these feelings building inside of her were terrifying as well.
Rose didn't know if she should chase them.
The coiling in her body was obviously something she had felt before.
.. everything. But the memories of it were so hazy, it was hard to imagine what she was supposed to feel like.
And was it wrong to feel that way now? Should she somehow pay more penance for what she had been through?
In that moment she decided no. She deserved this.
She deserved to feel good and to know what it was like to take her own body back.
Running her fingers up her chest, she palmed her breasts as though all those who had harmed her were watching her.
As though she could tell them at this moment that they hadn't won. They hadn't broken her after all.
She might have been able to hold out a little longer if he wasn't also groaning. Gunnar was so verbal in how much he loved the taste of her, how much of a gift this was to him, and all the swearing, the groaning, the plunging of his tongue inside of her it was simply too much.
Her first orgasm in so many years burst through her like the dying of a sun. Her muscles tensed, tightened, aching since they hadn't been used in such a long time. But it was bliss. Wonderful, unending bliss that had her crying out along with him.
She barely even noticed the wet splatter against her back, or how his hands trembled holding on to her thighs.
Gunnar slid her down his chest, taking his time to make sure that her core rubbed against every bit of him.
Finally, he stared into her eyes and they both laughed.
A giggle burst forth from her mouth first, and then his lips twisted to the side, and then they were both laughing. Joyously, wonderfully.
Happy.
She was so fucking happy.