Page 28 of Claimed By the Viking

It would be exciting to have him here, in the open air. None would pass by or interrupt them.

Quietly, she removed her garments, then loosened her hair from its braid, shaking it out so it cascaded upon her shoulders. Nestling to his side, she leaned over, blowing gently upon his closed lids. When he made no response, she whispered his name, pressing her hip into his.

Being without her clothes like this made her feel both vulnerable and wanton. “You’re not really asleep?”

She let her fingertips wander downward, lifting his tunic to stroke the hair on his lower abdomen, then farther until she met with the outline of his phallus. “I have something for you. Something worth your while waking up for.”

Whether he was asleep or no, this part of him was alert. Brazenly, she untied hisbraies, tugging them down, so that his manhood sprung upright. She was certain now that he was feigning sleep, for he’d half-lifted his hips to help her.

Hungrily, she brought him into her mouth. Breathing steadily through her nose, she made a swallowing motion, so that her throat would caress him.

He groaned, though continued to lie still.

Releasing him, she gave a mock sigh. “‘Tis a shame you’re so deeply slumbering.”

Taking his hand, she brought it to her crux, guiding him to touch where she was eager for him. “Without you to help me, what shall I do?”

All at once, he made a growling sound and flipped her upon her back. Signy gave a squeal of delight as his weight settled upon her. The kiss he gave was deep and long, and she parted her legs, the better to invite his entry.

“Take me like this. Quickly, please!” He was a skilled lover, but her need for him had come to her so strongly, she didn’t seek his usual foreplay.

Nevertheless, he seemed intent on setting the pace. His tongue teased and danced upon her breast before pulling at her nipple, making the ache coil tighter in her womb.

She begged again, and he gave a low laugh.

“‘Tis not what you wanted?”

Before she could reply, he turned her abruptly, this time so that she lay upon her stomach. She was aware of him flinging away his own clothing, his tunic landing somewhere to the left and hisbraiesto the right.

Viggo lowered himself upon her, nestling his hardness in the crease of her bottom. He rubbed his length there between the plumpness of her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” she tried to twist about, but his hand upon her shoulder prevented her.

Meanwhile, his other reached around and beneath, delving into her wetness. She gasped as he located her sensitive place, and tilted her bottom upward, hoping he’d align himself to enter her properly.

“I’m giving you what you asked for.” Viggo began kissing her shoulders.

Signy stiffened. “Don’t!” She’d grown somewhat accustomed to him touching her back during their acts of passion, but ‘twas another matter for him to press his mouth there. Every ridge and imperfection would seem pronounced beneath the softness of his lips and tongue.

“Don’t be afraid,” he purred close to her ear, then swept her hair aside, leaving her all the more exposed.

His arousal still ground into her behind, and one of his fingers had crooked inside her. She was trapped, unable toescape, wanting to cry out both in frustration and in delicious, spiraling need.

Despite his obvious readiness, he seemed well able to extend the torment. Leisurely and tender, he spared her not at all, trailing his mouth along the arch of her back.

When he withdrew his finger from inside her, Signy bit hard upon her lip. For some moments, he said nothing nor moved to touch her again, other than resting his hands to span her waist.

He’s surely repulsed. His desire for me has ceased.

She attempted to turn again. “Let me up, Viggo.”

“Nay. Remain as you are. You are lovely to me. ‘Tis for you, Signy, that I bear each day. Only for you.” He smoothed his palms over the curvature of her hips, then her cheeks, until he was cupping her bottom. He kneaded her flesh from where her behind met the top of her thighs, upward and around, covering her over and again, exerting ever-growing pressure until she was weak with longing.

He gave a low moan. “By the gods, Signy! ‘Tis no wonder I can think of nothing but you.”

“Viggo…” She uttered his name breathlessly, then wriggled as he parted the divide of her bottom and scooped lower, all the way down, until he reached her labia.

He made a sound of approval, finding how wet she was, and continued to toy with her, running the calloused pad of his thumbs back and forth over her outer lips, parting them to touch lightly upon what was within but venturing no deeper.

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