Chapter 9
Show me what you do to bring yourself pleasure.
Torsten almost erupted from the wicked order pronounced in the sultry voice that so closely resembled the laugh he’d been obsessing about—and the feel of the bold fingers pressing around his manhood. What was the wretched woman doing to him?
“Why would you want to see that?” he rasped, knowing he should instead ask Aife to let go of him and go to sleep.
But he could not have uttered the words if his life depended on it.
He could barely move or breathe. Her hand around him felt too good, her voice in his ear too seductive.
Never had he been more aroused or desperate to see what would happen next. He was utterly at her mercy.
“I don’t want to see it,” she answered, in the same maddening, hoarse voice that caused the hairs at the back of his neck to stand on end. “I just want to know how you do it, so I can do it for you.”
Fuck.
His cock gave an almighty jerk, signaling its agreement to the scheme. In that moment it certainly didn’t feel as if it were about to deflate any time soon. Torsten closed his eyes. He could not allow it to control him, or allow Aife to do what she was offering to do.
Or… He paused. Was her idea so crazy? Here in the dark, with a woman he trusted to be understanding—and clean—it would be nothing like it had been with the widow, or even the woman from the other village.
With a friend who wanted to help and did not expect anything, who was not after some manly performance, perhaps he could find out if there really was something wrong with him.
The experiment with Bera didn’t count, as he had not felt any real desire for her.
Surely even Sven would not get hard with a woman he did not truly desire in his arms?
He shook his head, trying to be reasonable. “I don’t want to take advantage of—”
“You’re not. I asked. I want to do this for you. I’m a fearless warrior, remember?” she said, alluding to what she had told him in the forest when he had fed her the honey. “You haven’t forgotten the kiss we shared that day?”
Forgotten! It was haunting him. It had been carnality itself, and he had thought about it more often than he should.
“No, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Well, I felt you go hard when you held me in your arms and it helped me see that I could be desired, made me happier than I’d been in years.
Now it is my turn to help you.” Her fingers started to slide up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed movements that somehow scalded his body all the way to his scalp.
“I could make you see that there is nothing wrong with you.”
Could he do it? The last of his scruples lingered, making him hesitate.
But then Aife groaned in his ear, and everything disappeared.
He rolled over onto his back. With swift, jerky movements, he sent the furs flying into the air, exposing his erection.
Damn, he was so hard he could not remember why he was worried his body would not obey him.
“Close your fingers around me and stroke,” he rasped.
He was going to explode if she didn’t do anything to alleviate some of the pressure boiling in his shaft.
“Up and down. Harder than you did before. Like this.” He wrapped his bigger, stronger hand over her dainty one and showed her what he meant.
He wanted to urge her to go even faster, but at the last moment sanity prevailed. “That is, if you—”
“I do. Keep your eyes closed,” Aife instructed. “Don’t think, remember. Just feel.”
“Yes, like this. Keep talking to me.”
This time he sensed her hesitation. Clearly, she had no idea what she could say, and it was hard to blame her.
This was all new, and he guessed that she had never been asked to talk a man into release.
Could he ask her to laugh? No, of course not, and no matter.
Her husky voice was enticement enough and might push him over the edge.
“You feel so strong in my hand, so good. I never imagined a man’s member would be so smooth, so warm…
I wish I could see it better. It looks beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen, just perfect.
” A sigh of pure longing escaped her throat.
She wasn’t lying… She thought this part of him beautiful.
As if to acknowledge the compliment, his shaft jerked again.
“I’ve often thought about it when I touch myself at night, how it would look, how it would feel in my hand. ”
Bloody hell! Torsten almost swore out loud.
Aife thought about his erect cock when she pleasured herself at night, just like he thought of her when he stroked himself?
This was the most arousing thing he had ever heard in his life, and the best thing she could have told him in that moment.
Because it meant that she saw him as potent and hard.
As more than a friend.
“What else do you think about?” he whispered. Imagining her in her bed, naked, with her hand between her thighs, writhing with the pleasure she coaxed from her body by thinking of him, was enough to steal his breath and what little was left of his control.
“I also imagine how it would taste if you allowed me lick it.”
And without waiting for his permission, she did just that.
Bending her head, she gave a slow, languorous lick along the underside of his shaft.
The move utterly undid him and for a moment Torsten feared that he’d unmanned himself.
Then Aife moaned her appreciation and he understood that, thankfully, he’d been spared that humiliation.
She wouldn’t be moaning if he’d suddenly drenched her with his seed, he was sure of it.
Of their own accord, his fingers coiled themselves in her hair, keeping her in place.
Responding to the silent command, she engulfed the pulsing head into her mouth, plunging it into the most decadent softness he had ever felt.
He groaned, unable to believe the sensation.
Bloody, bloody bleeding hell.
In that moment there was no question of not being able to reach his pleasure, no reason to doubt his virility or ability to function like other men.
The very opposite would happen. He was going to explode with unprecedented force, far more quickly than he would have liked—and straight into Aife’s mouth.
His fingers tightened their hold around her head. “Aife, please.”
Whether he was asking her to stop before he flooded her mouth or begging her to bring him to completion, he wasn’t sure.
What was certain was that she chose to believe he wanted her to allow him to experience his pleasure to the full.
She took him all the way to the back of her throat.
That was all it took to push him over the edge.
The last thing Torsten thought before his seed shot out of him in bolts of searing heat was that if Moon ever heard about that moment, he would definitely kill him.
Aife was beyond shame, beyond doubt, beyond anything.
The feel of Torsten’s manhood hard in her hand, the masculine scent of him, the way he groaned and writhed under her caresses, everything about that moment was pure bliss.
Stroking him had been the most wickedly satisfying thing she had ever done.
It had rendered her incapable of thinking, so much so that she’d admitted out loud to her most secret thoughts and desires.
And it was true that these last few nights she had pleasured herself imagining not Sven kissing her, as she had of late, but Torsten, and how she wanted their heated kisses to evolve into something more.
Well, here was the chance to make it happen.
Unable to resist the temptation, she’d placed the flat of her tongue at the base of Torsten’s shaft and slowly licked her way up, marveling at the sensation.
There was such power contained under the velvety skin…
Acting on instinct, she’d closed her lips around the smooth head, and sucked on it, gently at first, then harder when Torsten had closed his fingers in her hair and begged her in a raspy voice.
What he’d been begging for exactly, she wasn’t sure but she’d wanted to give it.
He felt too good in her mouth for her to stop anyway.
In one bold move, she took him all the way to the root.
A heartbeat later she felt a jerk and a warm, sticky substance landed on her tongue.
Another, even more powerful jerk followed, then another.
Unsure what to do, Aife waited, cradling the tip of Torsten’s manhood against her tongue while he emptied himself into her waiting mouth.
The strangled cry he gave when he finally finished twitching was the most erotic she had ever heard.
Satisfaction washed over her. She had done that, she had pushed him over the edge.
He’d thought something was broken within him and she’d proved that wasn’t the case by bringing him pleasure in no time.
Not that he had been the only one benefiting from this.
She’d feared no man would find her desirable, and he’d shown her that she’d been wrong.
He’d been hard for her, he’d welcomed her caresses, he’d liked her ministrations.
It was clear that the problem was not her, but the men who had been too entranced by others to notice her.
Apparently, she could be more than enough.
Gratitude filled her and she took a good look at Torsten who was still panting on the furs, with his neck arched and his arms outstretched.
She wished the scene had been drenched in sunlight instead of wrapped in darkness.
What a glorious sight he would be, recovering from the pleasure she had given him.
After a while he opened his eyes and raised himself on his elbows, looking barely strong enough to support himself, and utterly dazed.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t—” He had to allude to the releasing of his seed into her mouth, for he had definitely been able to perform like a man. “I couldn’t stop myself. It was too good.”
“It’s all right.”
Eager to live this first experience with a man to the full, she had quickly swallowed the salty liquid flooding her mouth, and she could tell that it had been the right thing to do. Torsten seemed awed by her generosity.
“Aife. You really are a woman like no other.” His hand landed on her cheek, the gesture so tender she felt tears sting her eyes. In that moment she was glad for the shadows engulfing the ruins, as it helped conceal her emotion. “Thank you.”
“It’s not a problem.” That was a ridiculous thing to say, but she couldn’t think of anything else.
Sucking on his most masculine part had been delicious, both wicked and sensual, and she had loved every moment.
It had reminded her of the day she had licked honey from his fingers in the forest. At the time, she had thought it the most scandalous thing imaginable.
She now knew that it had been nothing in comparison.
There was only one problem. Torsten had reached his release, but she had not. And her body was on fire, demanding she do something about it.
Aife lay back down on her side of the furs, arms wrapped around her middle, wondering how to appease the need boiling in her veins.
This had been for Torsten, a way to prove to him that he could enjoy what other men enjoyed.
She could not start making demands on him now, even if her blood had been stirred by the sheer wickedness of the experience.
She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm.
Eventually her desire for more would go away.
There was a rustle from her right and a heartbeat later she was trapped under a deliciously hot masculine body. Torsten was caging her in, his hands cradling her head, his legs imprisoning hers, his face inches away from hers.
“What are you—”
“Are you aroused?” he purred in her ear, much in the same way she had spoken to him earlier. All the nerves endings in her body ignited at the same time.
She had been aroused, and now that he was covering her with his naked body, she was desperate.
Could she admit to it? Would he be pleased to know that sucking on him had set the place between her legs throbbing, or disgusted by this proof of her wantonness?
She decided to be honest. There had been too many lies between them already.
“Yes,” she breathed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “I fear I’m too aroused to go to sleep.”
Could she ask him if he minded if she touched herself? Her body was so taut it wouldn’t take long for her to erupt. Would she dare do such a thing with him so close?
In the end there was no need to say anything.
“Well then, we cannot have that. It’s your turn to show me what you do to pleasure yourself,” Torsten said, his voice huskier than ever. Fingers landed on her hip, squeezing lightly. “And my turn to help.”
Oh. Aife smiled. Even better.
In the distance, thunder started rumbling again.