Page 61 of Hungry Like a Wolf
A tremble of self-consciousness besieged her. The room was lit softly with tallow candles, but still, to bare herself like this to a man, even her husband, was totally foreign.
“You are so pretty,” he murmured, holding her a little firmer, as though sensing her need to squirm.
Her stomach clenched as he held her eye contact, then he poked out his tongue and licked over her sensitive bud.
She gasped and gripped the furs beneath her.
“Keep still,” he murmured. “Trust me…again.”
“But do you…?”
“Ja, I want to do this. I want to taste you, feel you come beneath my tongue. It is my greatest desire.”
The lust dripping from his voice had her pussy clenching.
And then, as if he sensed that, he pushed one long finger into her.
“Oh!”
“Shh, enjoy. I knowIwill.”
He closed his eyes and buried his face between her legs, the heated wetness of his tongue laving at her as he gently pumped in and out of her pussy.
She flopped back, one forearm over her eyes as she gave herself up to him. His technique was gentle yet still firm, and he seemed to know all the places inside and out that had pressure building in her pelvis.
His tongue worked her with enthusiasm, as though he wouldn’t stop until she was gasping in delight. And that was when she felt it, the first spark of the pleasure she’d felt earlier when he’d taken her for the first time. It was deep in her womb and spread to her nub. It held the promise of a great wave of release that would result in toe-curling satisfaction.
She groaned and held him within the length of her legs and tilted her hips for more. All embarrassment left her as she concentrated on the building up of that delicious pressure.
He added another finger, gently stretching her, but it also seemed to touch a place inside her that was greedy for more.
“Oh… Oh, please… That’s it. Just there…”
He upped the pace and rubbed her with more firmness.
Soon, she was gasping his name, crying out with the need to hit the high that would have her crashing into release. She thrashed beneath him, taking everything he was giving her.
It was there. The intensity so big, she couldn’t contain it. Like before she held her breath for a few blissful moments then wailed as ecstasy rushed from her nub and her pussy. It pulsed through her body, filled her veins with boiling passion, and wetness gushed from her.
Her new husband stayed with her, extending the moment with his deft actions. She sprang forward, eyes open, and the sight of his head between her legs, moving in time with his tongue, had another wave of dark pleasure gripping her.
“Oh…oh…Ravn!” She clutched his shoulders and pulled him upward.
He raised his head and looked at her. He was grinning, his mouth and chin shiny with her moisture.
“Oh…that was surely…a terrible sin.”
“No, my love, that was exactly how it should be. It is what the goddess Freya demands of her lovers. It is what every woman deserves from her man.
“It was… Oh…” She shook, a delicious tremble, and then she was in his arms as he seemed to hold her together. She sighed and melded into him.
He was breathing fast too, as though he’d been equally pleasured.
Resting her hand on his chest, she closed her eyes, her legs winding with his.
He dragged a fur over them and set his hand on her ass.
Outside, a dog barked and in the distance, an owl called.
