Page 42 of The Devil's Viking

“Can I touch you? Can I make you come?”

At his words, she helplessly arched up off the bed, more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She was actually on the verge of orgasm, and he’d barely put his hands on her yet.

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Slowly, as if they had all the time in the universe, he moved his hand down her small body, worshipping every curve and groove, murmuring to her how beautiful she was. She watched him move lower, lower still, and when he hovered just below her belly button, he paused.

“Yes?” he said. “Baby, you need to tell me yes.”

“Yes. Oh, God,yes.”

At last,finally, he stroked her aching sex. Slowly, gently. Iris bit her lip to stifle the cry working its way up her throat, and shut her eyes. It was good – it wasso damn good.And it was just starting.

His fingers were on her taut bundle of nerves, circling, pressing, rubbing. She dug her head back into the pillow, trying to remember to keep breathing, but it was hard. The waves of pleasure were already starting, already building, and she rotated her hips against his hand, trying to increase the pressure.

“Can I touch you inside?” he whispered against her breasts, his breath teasing her nipples to stiff peaks. He sucked on them, gave them gentle bites. “Touch you deep?”

“Oh,God.” Her whole body gave a spasm at his words, and she knew that once he slipped those thick, gentle fingers inside her, she was a goner. “Please. Yes.Yes.”

“OK, then. Hang on, baby.”

Mindlessly, helplessly, she raised her arms above her head, grabbed the headboard. He grinned at her utter abandon, and his cock throbbed at seeing her this trusting and turned on.Fuck, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold on to his control, but he was going to give it his best shot. He was determined to make this abouther, and he took a deep breath, fought down his arousal.

He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. GoodGod, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his.

When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger, and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild.

“Iris,” he murmured as his fingers moved in and out, in a smooth, steady rhythm. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So – so good,” she managed to get out between gasps. “Sogood. Don’t stop –pleasedon’t stop.”

“No way, baby.” He sped up the pace, went a bit deeper, a bit higher. “We’re both gonna enjoy this.”

His fingers were fucking her now, and Iris was slowly but surely losing her mind. Without even knowing that she was doing it, she planted her feet on the bed, started to thrust and twist her hips. The movements took him deeper than she’d ever thought a man could go with just his hand, and when he turned his wrist and stroked her sweet spot with his fingertips – that little spot hidden so high and deep in her body – she stiffened in shock.

“Baby?” He stilled his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she panted. “I just – you touched – that was – again –more–”

He grinned at her incoherence, since it meant that, sure enough, he’d found what he’d been looking for. Watching her closely, knowing that this was going to be incredible to watch, he pushed again, gently stroked inside. At the same time, he pressed his thumb down on her clit. Stroked and pressed once; twice; three times. And that was when she detonated.

Iris’ orgasm ripped through her body almost violently, and she gripped the headboard so hard, she thought she might actually break it between her hands. The wave of release went on and on, and dimly, she was aware that he was kissing her. Her moans and cries were swallowed by his mouth, and she let herself be washed away by it all, lost in it all: the sensation, and the heat, and the pleasure. And most of all, she let herself get lostin this gentle, rough man… this man who she was starting to realize was a gift.

Viking felt her go limp against him, and he lifted his head to stare down at her. Her sweet face was flushed a glowing pink, and her small breasts were rising and falling in an erratic rhythm as she struggled to catch her breath. He slid his hand from her hair down to her cheek.

“My God, Iris.” He heard the wonder in his own voice. “That was incredible.”

“For – me – too,” she panted. “Oh – my –God…”

Viking laughed, dropped his lips to hers in a fast kiss. Her eyes flickered open, and he saw nothing but female satisfaction staring back at him. Yeah, she hadcome, come like he’d dreamt about her coming, and he was already ready to do it all again. Many,manytimes.

For now, though, he wrapped his arms around her still-quivering body, rolled her on to her side. He cradled her against his chest, waited for her to calm. And in a funny way, he likedthispart almost as much as the actual climax: having her so soft and relaxed against him was almost as good as having her shaking and crying out under his touch.

Almost. Pretty damn close.

When she’d recovered, he pulled back to gaze at her. “OK?”

“Oh, Jesus.” She mouthed a kiss to his chest. “SoOK.”

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