Page 67 of Captain's Companion

“Not possible,” he said. “Now I insist we return to the bedroom and you remain naked for a period of time.”

“If I must,” she said stepping into him. “If I must be naked, I think you should be too. Besides, Little Ulrik needs to go on a quest for the passageway to heaven.”

“He will be happy to be buried in your passageway,” he murmured. With deft hands, he stripped her dress off her body. She stood completely nude. “Gods, you’re too beautiful for words.”

“Ulrik,” she said raising her eyebrow. When he looked her in her eyes, she said, “Again.”

He swooped in, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. “This time,” he growled though his cock ached and throbbed. “This time, my lovely mate, I’m making you climax until you forget your name.”

His long strides carried them back to the bed. He let her slide down to kneel on the bed. Nipples hard and begging for his touch, he grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. His lips met hers. He heard her small sigh of pleasure. He stepped back and stripped off his shirt and pants.

“Socks and shoes,” she reminded him with a smile. When he stood in front of her completely naked, she ran her hands over his chest and tight abs. “Oh Little Ulrik, you seem rather painfully engorged.”

“Gwyn,” he growled.

She put a finger over his lips. “Once,” she said. “Maybe twice.”

Her hands cupped his balls, making him growl and moan. She kissed his lips but worked her way to his nipple. She licked her way down and down through his six-pack abs. Swirling her tongue around his belly button, she glanced up. His hands gripped her hair, held it away so he could watch her.

“Mine,” she claimed him as he did so often with her. Her tongue swiped across the top of his cock. He trembled but kept his gold eyes on her. She ran her teeth over the top of his cock.

“Gods,” he moaned.

“More,” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer. She slipped down his cock using her teeth and her tongue to tease and devour him. He tangled both hands in her hair, gripped her tightly.

“Gwyn, oh my Gwyn,” he moaned. She squeezed his balls gently, playing with them. “Yes. Don’t stop. My Gwyn.”

She loved when he babbled during sex. She knew he was close to jetting. She slid up and down. Dragging her teeth, the length of him, she held as he spewed into her. She felt the tension leave him. Continuing, she kissed her way down the long length of him.

“Gwyn,” he growled.

“Yes, my mate,” she murmured as she took his balls into her mouth. One at a time, she sucked and rubbed her teeth around them. His breath came in short gasps. She glanced up at his face. His gold eyes seemed to glow with pleasure. “Mine,” she whispered knowing it did things for him. “Mine,” she said again as she worked her way back up his cock. She said it with each kiss, with each caress until her lips hovered near his. “Mine,”

“Gods, yes,” he breathed out right before their lips touched.

Her hand squeezed the base of his cock, stroked up, pulling hard as she knew he loved. “Again,” she demanded, and he spurted white between them. Gwyn felt her body react to the hot fluid, felt her gut tighten. Not quite an orgasm but she savored the pleasure.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Gwyn,” he said pulling her tight against him. He trapped his cock between them while smearing his fluids.

“Yes, Ulrik. Always, yes,” she said pulling him onto the bed with her.

“I hope you know where the clean sheets are,” he growled. His voice deep and low as he tipped her back to lay beneath him.

“We’ll find them,” she said.

His mouth slid across her neck as his body pressed her down on the bed. “Later,” he said. “Much later.”

“Yes,” she said tipping her head so he tasted behind her ear. When he tugged on her nipples, she moaned. His mouth worked lower and lower until he engulfed her nipple. His teeth dragged it taut. Her hips pressed against him. He licked around the nipple, teased it, blew on it to make it harden more. She groaned and pushed against his cock. Her juices coated the long length of him.

Licking and kissing his way lower, he paused with his finger hovering above her clit. “What’s your name,” he asked with a grin.

“Gwyn,” she said. “You aren’t getting off that easy.”

“Thank the Gods,” he said. He blew out on her belly making her laugh. “Now, let’s see what we discover in this deep cave.” He slipped his finger over her clit. Her laughter turned into a moan. He moved lower and lower until his tongue teased her clit.

Her hips pumped and her whole body tensed as he used his teeth. He thrust his fingers into her throbbing channel. “Ulrik,” she cried out his name over and over.

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