Chapter 11 #2
But she wasn’t on her own and the difference was unbelievable.
Never had she been so aroused before. Usually, she decided to make the most of a rare moment alone and built her excitement by touching herself.
Tonight she had not brushed as much as her knee and yet she was burning.
It was all down to Ulf. His heated gaze on her exposed parts, his raspy voice, his shocking demands.
She had not decided to get pleasure, she needed it to relieve the unbearable tension in her body.
Sitting upright, Ylva tugged at her shift and sent it flying to the other end of the room.
No more teasing, no more delays. She was on fire and she had to soothe the burn.
Then she remembered what Ulf had told her the previous day at the beach.
He thought her too thin. What would he make of her body?
She reminded herself that when he had seen her breasts, small as they were, his eyes had caught fire.
And later, when they had kissed, she had felt how aroused he was.
Perhaps he would not mind her lack of curves so much?
“I—”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ylva. Look at you.” He sounded so sincere, so full of awe that her doubts vanished there and then. He might deplore that she had never had enough to eat, but he didn’t think her lacking for all that.
“I’d rather look at you,” she breathed back, feeling more daring than she had ever felt. “Will you undress for me, let me watch as you pleasure yourself as well?”
Watching him while she coaxed blessed relief from her burning body was the hottest thing she could imagine doing.
To her delight, he complied without the merest hint of hesitation, ripping off the rest of his clothes with as much urgency as if they were on fire. It wasn’t long before she was allowed to see the parts of him that had remained hidden under the water while they were in the sea.
Dear God, he was magnificently male.
“Yes,” he said, falling back to his knees between her spread legs. “Please, Ylva, now. I’m about to burst.”
She lay back down, keeping her gaze on him, on the hand he had closed over his throbbing shaft. This was going to be explosive. At his first stroke, she placed her right hand over her folds. Her left went to her breast and started to tease her nipple the way she knew she liked.
“Oh!”
The sensations she’d thought to be familiar with today were a hundred times stronger. Not only would this be explosive but it would be over in moments.
“Yes. Like this,” she heard Ulf say, which made her realize she had closed her eyes. A mistake. She needed to see him, needed the glorious sight of this man on his knees, stroking himself because he was aroused by what she was doing.
The hand left her breast and joined the right, taking its customary place at her entrance.
It was hot and swollen, already wet, desperate to be stroked.
She bit her bottom lip and started dipping her middle finger inside her sheath, testing its response while the middle finger of the other hand carried on swirling around the bud at the apex of her thighs.
For a delicious moment, she teased herself in this manner, taking it slow, then her movements became more frantic, less controlled, more instinctive. It wasn’t long before the familiar rush of heat overwhelmed her. A cry escaped her lips and her head jerked up.
Her release went on and on, each shudder more delicious than the last.
Once she had stopped spasming, she sat up and brought her left hand to Ulf’s lips.
He gave an agonized groan and licked her middle finger in one scandalous swipe of his tongue.
Heat seared Ylva’s insides when he took her finger deep into his mouth and sucked.
This was wicked, so, so wicked. She had no idea where the idea of feeding him her pleasure had come from, but it had clearly been the right thing to do, for both of them. She moaned again.
The sound seemed to push him over the edge. He erupted, his thick release coating his fingers and overflowing onto her breasts and stomach. A few harsh words escaped his lips, making the action even more lewd.
Ylva could not resist running a finger in the warm, pearly substance that was so new to her.
Panting, Ulf watched her through half-lidded eyes. Then, getting hold of her wrist, he brought her hand to her lips, just like she had done to him earlier. She did the only thing she could do and licked her finger clean. Salt and manly musk hit her tongue.
“Ylva, I… Bloody hell that was spectacular. Thank you.”
He sounded agonized, barely able to comprehend what had happened. In truth, she felt the same. “It was.”
The blue in his eyes seemed to darken. “Let me pleasure you now. Please. I want to use my mouth on you. I want to see you come again, because of my caresses this time.”
Why was he begging? As if any woman would refuse such an offer.
Though she had just reached her peak, Ylva was desperate for more.
It had been too quick, nowhere near enough to soothe the need that was burning deep inside her.
Seeing this beautiful man naked, poised above her, his member still half erect, looking at her with such hunger, feeling his seed cooling down on her skin, everything about this moment was making her dizzy.
Before meeting Ulf she had not thought that she would ever feel desire for a man.
Men were rough, they were dangerous. They took what they wanted without worrying about anything else.
At best, they cared nothing for the women under them, at worst they actually hurt them.
Ulf was different. He had not demanded anything except to see her pleasure.
He had not forced her but instead allowed her to do what she was comfortable with.
And now he wanted to gift her with pleasure. Not with his manhood, as he knew it frightened her, but with his mouth.
“Have you ever done that?” she asked. There had been a desperation in his voice that seemed to indicate he wanted to seize on this opportunity to do something he had always wanted to do.
“No. I told you my trysts with Revna had not given me much satisfaction. She was very set in her ideas of what a man and woman were supposed to do or not do together and she never allowed me to do anything she considered scandalous. Licking her was definitely considered scandalous but the idea has always aroused me.” He swallowed, as if unsure of himself.
“I know I might not be as skilled at it as Judith but I—”
“Judith and I never did that. Only caresses.”
This seemed to reassure him. His nostrils flared. “So, are you saying you…”
“Yes. Lick me. I’m dying to come for you.”
There was no need to say more, which was fortunate because saying the shocking words out loud had sent a spark of pure lust shooting up her lower belly.
Ulf flattened himself onto his stomach and snaked his arms around her thighs, holding her in place.
Then he dipped his head and stayed poised there a moment, sending his warm breath to her core, observing her.
What would he see? Would he be able to see how aroused she was?
She felt swollen and slick, but did it show?
Tension built inside her to an unbearable point.
Then, as if sensing she was about to grab his hair and force him to touch her, Ulf gave a long, slow, sensual lick.
Ylva almost choked on her tongue. Dear God, she was going to die.
His touch was tentative, and it sent her mad to think that this was the first time for both of them.
His licks were not practiced, but she was so aroused and his tongue was so wicked that it didn’t seem to matter.
And she could tell he was getting as much pleasure as she was from the act.
She could hear it. Low growls of appreciation rumbled in his chest, causing his lips to vibrate, adding to the decadence of the moment.
A finger, slick with seed, entered her. The sensation was very different from what she was used to, the finger thicker, slightly callused, and the extra lubrication made the experience even more thrilling.
She was already so aroused, her earlier caresses had stirred her so much, that it did not take her long to get to the point where she knew she had to explode or pass out.
Ulf’s tongue fastened to the apex of her thighs. How had he guessed this was what she needed? Or perhaps he had not guessed, he had simply observed earlier.
Show me how you explore your body. How you are used to being touched, how you experience pleasure on your own, he’d asked.
He’d not only wanted to see, he’d wanted to know what she liked, so he could use the knowledge later on to please her.
Oh, and use it he did. Suddenly, there was nothing tentative about him.
She writhed and panted, loving every moment of the delectable torture.
Emboldened by her reaction, he added a second finger.
Ylva’s eyes snapped open.
What was happening? It felt as if Ulf had taken possession of— Yes, a second, equally slick finger had entered her, only not in the place she usually explored on her own.
It was too much, both the sensation and the scandalous idea. She arched her back and allowed the heat to finally overcome her.
Ylva came in a fierce series of spasms that seemed to come from somewhere in the middle of her chest. Her heart, probably. Every muscle in her body tensed and flames reached all the way to the tip of her fingers.
And then she fell into oblivion.