Chapter 23 #2
There she was, the brave woman he had fallen in love with.
“If you take me in this position, it might be better in every sense of the word,” he breathed. “Better because of the baby, better because that way you will be in control, and able to stop whenever you need to.”
Better for him, who would enjoy the sight of his woman using him for her pleasure. And if he wasn’t able to dictate the rhythm, he might have a chance at lasting.
“Yes. But I don’t know how to do this.”
“Me neither. We’ll learn together.”
Unsurprisingly, he had never experimented this position with Revna, who would never have agreed to take what she saw as the role of the man.
To his relief, Ylva didn’t ask any questions or hesitate.
Instead she started to remove her clothes with slow deliberation.
And soon, he saw what he had wanted to see.
The most alluring woman in the world naked, sat astride him.
“Your turn to get undressed,” she murmured.
She shuffled back slightly so that between them they could free the erection straining against the fabric of his braies. Their movements were unpracticed, hurried and clumsy but finally he was free. Ylva bit her bottom lip, lust flashing in her beautiful eyes.
“I should…can’t wait…too beautiful…” She was muttering to herself, stroking the flat of his stomach as if it were the softest thing she had ever touched. “Mine.”
Oh, aye, she was his to do with what she liked.
Ulf bucked when she took him in hand, her touch scalding.
He swore when she leaned in and closed her mouth over the tip of his cock.
This was something he had heard about, of course, but never experienced.
And it was just as wicked, just as delicious as he had been led to believe.
The only problem was, he would not be able to enjoy the scandalous caress to the full.
It required far more control than he possessed at the moment.
“Wait, I can’t last if you— Ylva, please.”
Hearing the desperation in his voice, she released him and looked up, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I liked that.” Her voice was languid. “We will have to do this properly some other time.”
Properly? Bloody hell. He would never live to tell the tale.
“Yes, anytime. Just not…right now.” He didn’t want to spill before either of them was ready. This lovemaking was for her, he could not disappoint her when she was being brave enough to do what she had always feared. He had to show her that being with a man could please her.
“I’m going to take you now.”
He almost erupted at the sound of this sultry voice promising him untold delights.
“Yes, take me.”
Slowly, inch by delicious inch, she descended, sheathing him in amazing warmth and softness. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he would not last much longer, this was too good, he loved her too much, and his body was too ready for release.
“All right?” he managed to ask, grateful she had stilled and allowed him to recover from the brink of disaster. Or rather, indescribable bliss.
“Yes.” Seductive a moment ago, Ylva’s voice was now filled with wonder. “Yes. This is nothing like I feared. Or even imagined. In any way.”
Which was little wonder.
Ylva had never considered that she would be with child the first time she made love to a man.
She had not imagined she would be so consumed by desire that she would forget her fears.
She had not thought the man in her arms would be one of these fierce Norsemen she had always been in awe of, or that she would be the one taking him.
And she had not believed she would not feel any pain, only a delicious feeling of completion.
It was a revelation.
“I love you,” he rasped.
“I love you too. Now how do you say it in Norse?”
“Ek ann tér.”
“Ek ann tér.”
He smiled at the no doubt approximative pronunciation, and drew her into a kiss.
Ylva straightened back up and started to undulate, wanting to feel more of the delicious intrusion, make the most of the moment.
Ulf gritted his teeth. At any other time she might have wondered if he was in pain but feminine instinct told her he was only trying to remain in control while she experimented with what she could do and what pleased her the most.
She remembered what he had told her that day on the beach, when he had given her her first riding lesson.
Feel him between your legs. You need to make sure you move along with him, that you relax and let your body adjust to the motion. Don’t go against it. Just feel, close your eyes if you need to. Riding is a partnership, each doing his part. It involves two bodies moving in unison.
Indeed. Now she was riding the most wonderful mount imaginable.
Ulf, however, seemed prey to agony. Delicious agony, but agony nonetheless.
“Will you be able to do this?” she jested, splaying her fingers over his strong chest.
“Yes, if it kills me.” He gripped her hips in a strong, possessive hold and helped her move up and down the iron-hot shaft buried within her.
She was grateful, for this, as delicious as it was, was strenuous work.
“As long as you’re ready to accept that it will not last as long as you deserve. I’m about to—”
He never finished the sentence as at that moment, pleasure shot through her in one blinding burst of heat.
Spasms started deep in her lower body, focusing on the point where she and Ulf were joined and then spreading to every part of her, blooming, expanding, making her shine.
Before she had time to understand she had reached her peak with unprecedented intensity, scalding heat flooded her insides.
Ulf had followed her straight into the abyss, holding her in place with bruising strength and shouting her name.
She collapsed against his chest, utterly drained of energy.
After a while, she noticed that tears had started to flow down her cheeks.
Odd, because she felt anything but sad. She didn’t worry about it.
If she needed to cry, then she would just cry.
Her body deserved this small reward for what it had allowed her to experience.
“Ylva, are you—” Ulf sounding winded and slightly panicked, worried he had hurt her. “Was it—”
“Yes, I am,” she soothed. “And yes, it was.”
What she was saying barely made sense but it was the best she could do at the moment. Besides, she was certain Ulf had understood.
After one last kiss, he deposited her on her side, withdrawing carefully from her sated body. “Wait here. I’m going to take care of you.”
It wasn’t long before he came back, a piece of damp linen in his hand. Gently, he started to wipe the inside of her thighs, soothing her, cleaning her. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Well…with one exception.
And she would have the rest of her life to discover others.