Page 61 of Shared By the Vikings

“Find pleasure on me, that’s good for a first time.”

“I will... I can.” The spark was there already. Like when she gave herself pleasure but much better, much bigger.

She rolled her hips, his cock rubbing her insides and butting into her so high.

“You’re beautiful,” he gasped, canting his hips to meet her movements. “Take what you want. I am yours.”

“It’s there...” The pressure had grown so quickly. So much better than her own touch.

“Take it, and I will fill you with seed.”

“Erik.” She tipped her face upward, to the sun and closed her eyes. “Oh...”

On and on she worked herself on him. His cock, which had seemed unbearably big to start with, was perfect.

“Ja. Ja. Ja.” His grip on her tightened. “Now.”

“Oh...” She wailed as her pleasure coiled into a tight yarn, then held her breath, ground against him, and allowed it to release.

A loud, high-pitched scream rang through her ears. It took a moment to realize the sound was coming from her. Bliss poured through her body and although it was primal and whisked her up like a storm, she was in control.

For a moment.

Because then she was on her back again with Erik hammering into her. He pushed up and locked his arms as he looked down at where he entered her. On and on he went, elongating every thread of her pleasure.

She gripped his solid biceps and looped her legs around his waist.

Another searing grip of pleasure whipped her up and she wailed again, this time the sound mixing with his guttural roar.

For a moment she wondered if he was on his way to Valhalla. Frozen still, with his breath held, eyes closed and now red cheeks puffed up, he was suspended in some kind of half-life. Between dead and alive.

Then he blew out a breath and collapsed on top of her.

Air rushed from her lungs as she was squashed. Her ribs complained as did her belly.

“Ugh,” he said, propping onto his elbows. “Forgive my weight.”

She fought to catch her breath. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock, the aftershocks of her climax.

“Did I pain you?” he asked, a line forming between his brows.

“No. A little at first... but no.”

He smiled and brushed her hair from her damp brow. He kissed her, his breaths blowing from his nose onto her skin.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. She’d never felt so connected, so needed by another person. And she was glad that person was Erik, a fine Viking warrior whom she admired very much.

And loved?

Ja, she did love him. He’d begun to wheedle his way into her heart when she’d first met him all those weeks ago when she’d boarded his longboat, and since her identity had been revealed, he’d well and truly set up home there.

“We will do that many times,” he said. “In the future.”

She gripped him with her internal muscles. “I hope so.”

“Mmm,” he said, fluttering his eyes closed. “If Valhalla feels as good as your cunny, it will be a happy day when I arrive.”

She giggled. “Of course it will be a happy day.”

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