Page 61 of Alien Viking's Plunder

Josie put a lid on the pot. “Maybe it’s because I’m near, preventing it from being soft. They say I can have that effect.”

“I heard that too.” His crotch twitched, and he saw that she noticed.

“Why don’t you sit down there,” she suggested and nodded at the wooden bench by one wall. He got a heap of furs out of the chests and piled them onto the bench, making it comfortable. “Only if you join me here. That pot needs to cook for a long time yet.” He sat down and leaned back with his knees together, patting his thighs.

Josie gave the pot a thorough stir, then put the lid back on. “I think you’re right.” She came over and unceremoniously sat on his lap. “Hm. Feels like there’s something hard here, too. Sorry, I shouldn’t talk like this after what happened with your crew.”

He leaned forwards and nuzzled the side of her head. “There’s nothing we can do for them now except honor their memory and avenge them. And we shall. But they wouldn’t want us to stop living.” He blew on her bare neck.

She twitched. “That tickles. Is that the right word? Tickles? Feels like I just made it up.”

“Your Garda is incredible,” he said sincerely. “But I’m curious about your language, too. For instance, what are these?”

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Bragr’s huge hand caressed one breast outside the uniform.

“Those are ‘breasts’,” Josie said. “Or ‘boobs’, if we’re being really casual.”

He reached over to caress the other one. “Ah. Are we being casual?”

She laughed. “We really are.”

“You’re wearing a lot of clothes for someone who’s being casual. Look at me, I’m wearing almost nothing.”

Josie stroked along his bare chest, tracing the intricate Marks. “And still you didn’t casually freeze to death in that forest.”

“It was cold,” he admitted. “But it is also my earldom and it wouldn’t dare make me mad.” He took the hem of her uniform top between two fingers and pulled at it.

Josie helped him get it off her, then sighed with pleasure as he cupped both breasts over the sports bra. “That feels nice.”

“It does,” he agreed and stroked both nipples at the same time, making them harden and raising goosebumps on her arms. “What are these?”

“Nipples,” she breathed.

“Nipls,” he echoed. “A well chosen word.” His hands slid slowly down. “ And this?”

“Ribs.”

“This?”

“Stomach.”

“And this?”

“Belly button.”

“This?”

“Elastic.”

He lifted the elastic of her tights a fraction off her body and let it snap back.

“Okay,I get it.” Josie lifted her hips and slid the pants off, taking the panties with her at the same time.

His hand rubbed lightly where the elastic had been. “Much better. This?”

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