You will not win my heart or soul.”
For a long moment, nothing stirred on the bed. Then Konrad slid up next to her. The movement made her flinch, the heat from his body warming hers. “Is that a challenge, wife?” he whispered, his breath stirring the loose hairs around her ear.
She shivered, her body tensing at his nearness. “Not a challenge. The truth.”
“Challenge accepted.” His lips captured the lobe of her ear and pulled softly.
Brigid never realized how sensitive her ears were until that moment. A moan threatened to rise up her throat. She steeled herself for his assault.
When it came she was unprepared.
His lips brushed across her eyelids as soft as thistledown. Her belly tightened and her breasts ached. What was wrong with her body?
Weathered fingertips glided across her cheekbone and down the length of her neck scraping ever so lightly.
Her skin practically reached out to him to deepen the touch.
When he pressed his lips to hers, he demanded nothing, his tongue tracing the seam.
Her lips tingled so much she gasped, parting her teeth.
His tongue slipped between and caressed hers.
He tasted of sweet mead.
Curling as if of its own reflex, her tongue dueled with his, thrusting when he thrust and swirling in a desperate battle of wills, taking her mind off where his fingers went until they flicked the tip of a nipple.
She arched her back before she realized what she was doing. When he trapped the nipple between thumb and forefinger, a moan escaped her lips on a soft puff of air.
The man had yet to lie on her and poke her with is man staff, yet she was halfway to begging him to commence. Deep in her center blood stirred, flowing thick and hot, spreading fire to every inch of her body.
Where he was tweaking her nipple she could picture him taking it into his mouth and suckling until she cried out. His fingers only toyed with the tip until she thought she might scream.
“Get on with the bedding,” she hissed, impatient, frustrated and needy like she’d never been before.
“These things take patience.”
“Patience be damned.” She grabbed his hand from her nipple and cupped her breast with it, squeezing it tight enough to hurt a little, hoping that little bit of pain would bring her back from the insane edge upon which she teetered precariously.
His hand massaged her breast and moved to the other.
Brigid’s breathing grew more rapid and she twisted against the furs, even the soft furry friction causing her to squirm.
Konrad’s hand slid lower, skimming across her belly, ever closer to the center of her desire, that warm, wet channel aching to be filled. Rough fingers wove into her furry mound, parting her folds to slide across her center strip, flicking it gently.
Brigid dug her feet into the fur and lifted her hips, crying out. When he flicked again, her world shattered into a million tiny points of light, each prickling across every inch of her skin. Her hips rocked and she rode the sensation like waves crashing against the seashore.
At last she fell back to earth, that place between her legs wet and ready to receive her husband. He slipped a finger inside her and swirled in her juices. It wasn’t enough to satisfy her throbbing ache. She wanted more. No, she needed more or surely she would die.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her, parting her legs for him to settle between.
“No,” he whispered, capturing her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling. “Not until you are ready.”
“Do it!” Her fingertips dug into his hips, urging him to take her.
He resisted, his buttocks tight in her hands. “Only if it is what you want.”
“It is,” she said, her mind chaotic with feverish longing.
“Beg me and I will consider it.”
Past pride, past the stubborn need to control her world, Brigid cried, “Please. Take me.”
Konrad thrust into her, his cock stretching her channel so deliciously tight. When he bumped against her maidenhead, she winced, well beyond
For a long moment, nothing stirred on the bed. Then Konrad slid up next to her. The movement made her flinch, the heat from his body warming hers. “Is that a challenge, wife?” he whispered, his breath stirring the loose hairs around her ear.
She shivered, her body tensing at his nearness. “Not a challenge. The truth.”
“Challenge accepted.” His lips captured the lobe of her ear and pulled softly.
Brigid never realized how sensitive her ears were until that moment. A moan threatened to rise up her throat. She steeled herself for his assault.
When it came she was unprepared.
His lips brushed across her eyelids as soft as thistledown. Her belly tightened and her breasts ached. What was wrong with her body?
Weathered fingertips glided across her cheekbone and down the length of her neck scraping ever so lightly.
Her skin practically reached out to him to deepen the touch.
When he pressed his lips to hers, he demanded nothing, his tongue tracing the seam.
Her lips tingled so much she gasped, parting her teeth.
His tongue slipped between and caressed hers.
He tasted of sweet mead.
Curling as if of its own reflex, her tongue dueled with his, thrusting when he thrust and swirling in a desperate battle of wills, taking her mind off where his fingers went until they flicked the tip of a nipple.
She arched her back before she realized what she was doing. When he trapped the nipple between thumb and forefinger, a moan escaped her lips on a soft puff of air.
The man had yet to lie on her and poke her with is man staff, yet she was halfway to begging him to commence. Deep in her center blood stirred, flowing thick and hot, spreading fire to every inch of her body.
Where he was tweaking her nipple she could picture him taking it into his mouth and suckling until she cried out. His fingers only toyed with the tip until she thought she might scream.
“Get on with the bedding,” she hissed, impatient, frustrated and needy like she’d never been before.
“These things take patience.”
“Patience be damned.” She grabbed his hand from her nipple and cupped her breast with it, squeezing it tight enough to hurt a little, hoping that little bit of pain would bring her back from the insane edge upon which she teetered precariously.
His hand massaged her breast and moved to the other.
Brigid’s breathing grew more rapid and she twisted against the furs, even the soft furry friction causing her to squirm.
Konrad’s hand slid lower, skimming across her belly, ever closer to the center of her desire, that warm, wet channel aching to be filled. Rough fingers wove into her furry mound, parting her folds to slide across her center strip, flicking it gently.
Brigid dug her feet into the fur and lifted her hips, crying out. When he flicked again, her world shattered into a million tiny points of light, each prickling across every inch of her skin. Her hips rocked and she rode the sensation like waves crashing against the seashore.
At last she fell back to earth, that place between her legs wet and ready to receive her husband. He slipped a finger inside her and swirled in her juices. It wasn’t enough to satisfy her throbbing ache. She wanted more. No, she needed more or surely she would die.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her, parting her legs for him to settle between.
“No,” he whispered, capturing her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling. “Not until you are ready.”
“Do it!” Her fingertips dug into his hips, urging him to take her.
He resisted, his buttocks tight in her hands. “Only if it is what you want.”
“It is,” she said, her mind chaotic with feverish longing.
“Beg me and I will consider it.”
Past pride, past the stubborn need to control her world, Brigid cried, “Please. Take me.”
Konrad thrust into her, his cock stretching her channel so deliciously tight. When he bumped against her maidenhead, she winced, well beyond
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