Page 34 of The Viking Blues

And she liked to play rough.

“You should probably hold on to something,” he said.

Mia wrapped her arms around his neck and he gripped her arse in one hand and swept clean the table with the other. Bowls and glassware and cutlery crashed to the floor. The ice bucket fell and the bottle of champagne tipped over, the last of its contents splashing against the timber decking, but Ollie didn’t care.

As soon as Mia’s backside hit the table, he hit the floor, going to his knees before her as she’d commanded.

Slowly, he slid his palms from her knees to her inner thighs, taking his time to both savour her body and tease it. She’d always liked the feel of his hands on her body, even before they’d crossed that line from friendship to… more. She liked the roughness of his skin, and the heat. Liked how his palms lightly scratched her.

He followed the path of his hand with his lips, leaving wet kisses on her supple flesh, teasing her with tiny nips of his teeth and enjoying the tiny sounds of pleasure she made in response.

Mia wasn’t the only one who liked to bite.

When he reached her centre, he pressed his face against the soft lace of her panties and breathed her in, nuzzled into the softness of her core and drew her scent inside himself. Then he pinched the garment between his teeth and slowly dragged them off her.

Above him he heard Mia’s breathing hitch. She may have been in control, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to stretch this out. He wanted to make it good for her, wanted to give her what she craved but with a little Ollie flair.

Reaching back for his braid, he unfastened the tie in the end of it and let his hair flow free. Dragged it lightly over her thighs, tickling her until she said, “I gave you an order, Bennett.”

Ollie grinned at Mia’s breathless demand. He loved knowing she was as worked up as him as he unzipped his jeans and freed his aching dick. “As you wish,” he whispered against her pussy, then licked along her slit in one long sweep of his tongue.

The instant he pulled away, Mia’s hips bucked up searching for more. Ollie gripped her thighs and pushed them down and wide, held her captive to her need. “I know you want to come, Mia, but you have to let me do this my way. You have to surrender some of that control. You have to trust me, sweetling.”

Her body fell very still but he could hear her ragged breathing. “I do trust you, baby,” she said quietly, reaching for him.

Resting his chin on her mound, he stared along the length of her body, all laid out like a feast for one, and let her fist her hands in his hair again, let her direct him where she needed him most. But once he was in position, he took back control.

Ollie flicked the tip of his tongue over and around Mia’s clit, teased the sensitive little nub over and over as she writhed beneath him.

“Oh fuck! Ollie… more!”

He gave her more. He gave her so much more. As he laved her clit with his tongue, he also slid two fingers deep inside her, pistoned them in and out with increasing speed as he licked her clit with more forceful strokes of his tongue.

Mia’s hands tightened in his hair, tugged and released and pulled again. A sure sign she was fighting off her oncoming wave of pleasure, trying to prolong it, control it.

But Ollie wanted her to lose control.

He wanted Major Mia to let go of all the fear and the anger and the pain she held inside her, all the shit she kept to herself because she didn’t trust anyone to stand by her side and help her carry that load.

She’d always been too hard on herself. Had always put everyone else first. But she would learn. He would teach her, show her.

Mia wasn’t going anywhere without him ever again.

He would help her, protect her. He would put her first and treat her with the respect she deserved. He would love her with everything he had to give.

When her orgasm hit, her thighs twitched and her hips bucked and Ollie sucked her clit until she was screaming his name and clawing at his shoulders, demanding he fuck her.

Ridding himself of the last of his clothes, Oliver rolled on a condom and lined his body up with hers, but before he pushed inside, he took her hands and pulled her to him.

“I don’t want you to hurt your back,” he murmured against her lips. Then he sat his arse down on a dining chair and helped Mia straddle him. Groaned as she sank down on his rock hard erection and their bodies became one.

No more words passed between them.

None were needed.

Ollie cupped Mia’s arse in his big hands and gently squeezed the firm globes as he rocked her body against his. The languorous glide of her tight pussy squeezing his cock over and over was as near to heaven as he’d been in the longest time.

Mia leaned forwards and attacked his neck, nipped at him and licked him, sucked his flesh and marked him again. And when she slid her hands through his long hair, stroked it, played with it, tucked a lock of it under her nose like a moustache and made him laugh, he knew what he felt for her was real.

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