Page 27 of The Champion
Freya closed her eyes. “Maybe I’m making a mistake.”
“No…” The sheer panic I felt from her words made me kiss her with such longing and passion that she moaned out loud.
The rest of our clothes were stripped off in a fumble of my frantic motions. None of my former lovers would have recognized the desperate man Freya brought out in me. Naked and tangled up in her body, I inhaled the scent of her silky hair and took in the feeling of her soft skin. She giggled when I bit her shoulder, but the crazy part was that I’d never bitten any of my lovers before. With Freya it was like I wanted to devour her.
She giggled again when I suckled on her left nipple and blew on it. I memorized every tiny freckle and beauty mark on her chest, shoulders, and arms as if I would be quizzed on it later.
“I’ve got a billion butterflies in my stomach,” Freya whispered. Her words triggered an alarm in me. I was raised to know better than to mix emotions with physical pleasure. And yet, Freya’s fearless honesty was the biggest turn-on. She was selective about who she gave her body to, and yet she had chosen me to be her first lover.
I was aware of the honor she was showing me because for so long Freya had been adamant that her husband would be her first and only lover.
Wanting to make sure she didn’t regret her decision to sleep with me, I was determined to make it good for her. I set out to deliver multiple orgasms and show her that we French were superior lovers.
Freya watched me with big eyes when I positioned her on my bed and moved down between her legs.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one expecting this,” I said and slid my hand over her shaved skin around the neat triangle of hair.
Freya’s cheeks grew crimson, but she had no time to be shy when I spread her legs and got my first taste of the woman I had wanted to sleep with since I was twenty years old. Her inexperience made her hyper-sensitive, and in less than five minutes, I had Freya Aurelius whimpering and moaning when her first orgasm rolled through her.
I had won every academic competition I had ever competed in and yet, this felt like the ultimate test.
A lock of her hair was sticking to her damp forehead, and she was panting when I left her for a moment to use the pregnancy prevention spray.
She reached out her hands for me when I returned to the bed. “Are we really doing it?” she asked.
“Oui.We’re finally doing it.”
Freya looked deep into my eyes. “I have a condition.”
My body stiffened. “I can’t marry you.”
“No, I know that. But I want my first time to feel intimate. No doggy style or anything wild. I want you close like this and I want you to be fully present with me. Promise you won’t be thinking about someone else or your science project.”
I smiled. “That’s an easy promise to make.”
Spreading her legs wider, Freya invited me closer. We kept looking into each other’s eyes when I slowly penetrated her. Once we had a rhythm going it hit me hard that I was having sex with the most unattainable woman in the world.
I stopped for a second to kiss her again, our tongues rolling around each other and our breathing falling in sync before I continued rocking in and out of her.
Suddenly my head was filled with promises I could never voice out loud.
I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.
No one will ever feel this good.
If I could do this every day, I would.
The last thought blew my mind. I had offered to break my one-time rule for her, but a few times of sex with the same lover should be more than enough.
You’re fooling yourself. She’s different.
I tried to ignore the thoughts in my head and focus on savoring every second I was with Freya. When she turned her head away, I stopped and asked her to look at me. The tears in her eyes confused me at first until she whispered:
“I wish you loved me the way I love you.”
Swallowing hard, I caressed her face and kissed her. Freya had accused us French of being incapable of loving, but she was wrong. My fascination with her had lasted for more than a decade and corresponding with her was my favorite pastime. I would never be able to express my feelings for her in words, but I felt certain that they were as strong as any Northlander’s.
Pressing my face against the side of her jaw, I pumped in and out of her faster, distracting Freya from her sadness.
