Page 43 of The Devil's Viking

“Ready for more?”

She started. “More?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” Making sure that she was watching him, he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucked her sweetness off them with a low moan. She gasped, wondering if she’d ever been hotter than she was right this second. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh,” she squeaked. “I –”

“You good with me doing that, baby?” he asked, holding her close. “Or is that too much?”

Iris bit her lip, struggling with herself. The truth was that she’d never really liked oral sex. She’d never been able to fully relax when a man was down there, and even though she knew it was probably mind-blowing for most women, for her it had always been just pleasant. And it wasn’t something that Gideon had ever done, of course: he’d told all the women-servants that it was dirty. Though apparently having his dick in multiple women’s mouths was pure and desirable.

Well, if there was any man who’d show her the secret joys of oral sex, she’d bet that it was Viking. So she took a deep breath, opened her mouth.

“I’ve never really enjoyed that,” she said, opting for honesty. “But – I want to try with you.”

“You sure? We don’t have to, you know.” His smile was hungry again as he contemplated her flushed body. “I’m happy to use my fingers again… Iknowyou enjoyed that.”

“I just – I’ve never really relaxed enough to… to enjoy it.” She blushed, wondering if she sounded like an idiot. “Maybe we can – take it slow?”

“Slow it is, baby.” He kissed her, and she was surprised to taste herself on his tongue. It was sweet, tangy, earthy, and she found the mix of him and her intoxicating. “You ready?”

She nodded, already sure that this was going to be amazing.

He kissed his way down her body, taking his time, letting her get used to his mouth and beard all over her skin. He moved lower, lower, and when he planted hot, slow kisses on her inner thighs, Iris started to tingle.

After a few seconds of these teasing kisses and slow licks up and down her body, her hands reached for him, started to push his head down to her pussy, and he smiled. Yeah, he’d been waiting for her to give him a sign that she was ready for more… and whatbettersign than Iris directing him for her own pleasure? He let her guide him to her sex, let her lift her hips to his mouth.

“Viking,” she groaned. “Do it. Please… please…doit. Now.”

Without a word, he gently used his thumbs to open her to his gaze.

Holy Lord. So. Damn. Beautiful.

Her clit peeked out from between her glistening lower lips, begging for his tongue, for his mouth. He leaned in, inhaled deeply, loving her scent. Loving everything about this woman.

Iris squirmed. She thought that she’d be embarrassed at having a man kneeling between her splayed thighs, holding her open and just staring at her, breathing her in… but she wasn’t. Viking so clearly appreciated what he saw, and that ramped her own arousal up and beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She was exposed in every single way possible – and she was loving it.

“Ready, baby?’ he said now, his voice guttural.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said, and then his mouth was on her.

Iris’ scream took her aback: never in her life had she screamed with pleasure. Not once, not with anyone. But Viking blew all her expectations right out of the water, broke every single rule that she’d ever known. And suddenly, she knew that she was going to understand real, true physical pleasure with a man.

At last.

Helpless to it, she gyrated against his mouth, stroking herself against him, loving the added friction of his beard on her most sensitive flesh. When he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her, she let him. And when he licked the whole length of her pussy, drinking up every drop of her honeyed need, she wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling him close, as close as she could get him.

“Viking.” She was going to beg now, and damned if she wasn’t usually fine with doing that. “I need more.”

“And you’ll get it.” He tongued her little button, held her hips in place as she jumped. “But I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

“Fuck taking it slow,” she gritted out. “I want it fast.”

“Yeah?” Torturously slowly, he took her clit between his lips, rubbed and sucked, then flicked it with his tongue. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she hissed, done playing now. “You’re going to kill me.”

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