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She guessed he liked it a lot. So she pulled back, until his cock tip was sitting on her lips, then sank onto him again, feeding him into her mouth with her free hand.
His cock twitched and he lifted his hips slightly as if wanting to thrust into her.
“As though your mouth were your cunny.”
His words came back to her, as did a memory of the night before. Him gently sliding in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm. Was that what he wanted now? She didn’t know, but she’d give it a go.
Bobbing up and down, she took him to the back of her throat and then almost released him, keeping her lips a tight band around his vein-rippled shaft.
Soon, he was moaning long and low. He drew up his legs and dug his heels into the furs. His hand on her head followed her movements and he gripped his other hand into a fist.
A slick of salt-laced liquid coated her tongue and spread its flavor. When he hit the back of her throat this time, she swallowed her saliva. The action tugged on the tip of his cock.
“Ah, fuck.” He bucked his hips. “Carmel…”
He was close to spilling his seed, she knew that much. So she continued what she was doing. His balls receded into body and his cock stiffened to steel. He was gasping with each breath and his body as solid as rock beneath her.
“It’s coming…” He panted. “Get ready… It’s…coming.”
He held his breath and she upped the pace using her hand on his slick cock as well as her mouth.
Then suddenly, a great wave of release filled her mouth. His cock throbbed as she swallowed.
He cried out in his own language, the deep bellow echoing around the room and up to the rafters.
Her pussy clenched and her heart skipped along in excitement. What had she just done? It had felt amazing—it still did—to feel him getting such pleasure from her.
Another release flooded her mouth. He thrashed beneath her for a few seconds, but then his hands were around her upper arms and he pulled her up his body so she was lying flush over his.
“Carmel.” He was breathing fast as he pushed her hair over her ears and stared up into her eyes.
“Ravn.”
“That was… You are…”
“I am a quick learner?”
For a moment. he said nothing, but then he nodded and laughed. “Ja. You are.”
“So I did it right?”
“You do not even need to ask that question. You know the answer in your heart.”
He pulled her down for a ravenous kiss and held her close, as though he’d never let her go and never want another.
Carmel had dreaded her wedding night all of her life. But in reality, it had been the opposite to the horrors in her imagination. There had been no pain, no humiliation, no battle of wills. Ravn had given her nothing but pleasure and beautiful memories.
She thanked God for her handsome, knowledgeable, and kind husband.
Chapter Sixteen
“We will havea festival,” Ravn announced the next day in the village square.
“What kind?” Tyr the boatbuilder asked.
“A festival of skill, with weapons.” Ravn pointed at the beach; the tide was on its way out. “We will find out who is the best shot with a bow and arrow, a spear, and a knife. The winner in each will win three gold coins and feast with myself and the queen at sundown.”
“I will fire my arrow?” Thormod asked, slipping his hand into his father’s.
