Page 25 of Ulf's Destiny
Ylva almost gave a snort when Ulf pointed out the difference in size between them. To say that she was shorter was an understatement. She barely reached to his shoulder. His muscular, perfect shoulder, that was rounded, smooth and dotted with pearl-like droplets of water at the moment. But she didn’t see what that had to do with anything.
“Yes, I am shorter. Why are you telling me this?”
“If we go in a bit deeper, your feet won’t touch the seafloor any longer. I could hold you by the waist, to make sure your chin stays above the surface,” he carried on before she could point out that she could not risk having her head under water. “You will feel as if you were floating. With the movement of the waves you won’t really feel your own weight.”
It was tempting, undeniably. Except that if he held her she would feel his hands on her naked skin, close to her breasts, close to her core. Was that wise? She wasn’t certain. Would she accept? Yes, of course.
“I swear I will not drop you. You will not drown.” He had mistaken her hesitation for fear.
“No, I know.” She bit her bottom lip. “Very well. Please hold me.”
He didn’t hesitate. Placing strong hands on either side of her waist, he picked her up and lifted her off the sandy seabed. She shot up in the air and for the space of a few heartbeats, her breasts peeked above the surface of the water. Ulf’s gaze instantly fastened on the nipples that had been hardened by the cold water. Ylva felt herself flush to the roots of her hair because for a mad, wild moment she wondered how it would feel if he leaned in and suckled her. No, she rectified, she didn’t wonder, shewishedhe would do it. What was wrong with her? She had never desired to feel a man’s mouth on her, never thought she would.
By the time he lowered her back down, Ulf looked rather flushed himself.
“I’m so sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen. But you’re already very slight, and in the water, I forgot that you would weigh even less than usual. I didn’t mean to?—”
“It’s all right,” she mumbled. The important thing was that he did not find out she had wanted to feel his mouth on her. She had wanted him to tease the hard little peaks offered to his gaze, suck on them until she felt jolts of delight shoot straight down to her core. Lord, she was growing slick between the legs just thinking about it. His mouth would be so hot, she would?—
“Shall we go a bit deeper?” he asked, mercifully cutting through the lewd musings.
“Yes,” she croaked.
The water only reached midway up his chest at the moment. She could see his taut pectorals and his flat nipples. Another shocking thought flashed through her mind. Couldshelean in and suckle him? No, of course not! What was wrong with her?
Ulf walked another few steps into the sea. Her feet didn’t touch the ground once and Ylva did feel, as he’d said, weightless.
“This is wonderful.”
“Yes, it is.”
Why was he agreeing? He wasn’t the one floating about, held in a strong man’s embrace. More’s the pity, because it did feel wonderful. She and Ulf remained face to face a long moment, not talking.
Then, as if in a dream, Ylva reached up to his neck and pulled herself forward. Her legs wrapped around Ulf’s waist and her mouth took possession of his. Everything was done in the blink of an eye, effortlessly—and there were no protests.
The kiss was fierce, full of pent-up desire, the kiss of a free woman who was not afraid of her needs, delicious and new. Hot and stirring. How did it feel for Ulf? She remembered his warning about getting aroused. It would seem he had not lied. He was hard as steel between her legs. The feel of his shaft only fanned her ardor further and she moaned into his mouth.
This was heaven.
Ulf was taken aback by Ylva’s skill. She lacked experience in many domains but without doubt, this was not her first kiss, or even her tenth. She was… Bloody hell, she was a lot more skilled than he was, using her tongue to devastating effect, sending his arousal spiraling out of control, causing his blood to rush to his already hard shaft with dizzying speed. The thought crossed his mind that if she started to grind herself against him, all would be lost. The friction would send him over the edge. He would erupt, with his cock trapped between his hard stomach and her feminine softness.
He could not let that happen. Not that he feared the humiliation, even if he was not particularly keen to be seen as an excitable youth, but he didn’t want her to think he posed any threat to her.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” he mumbled, nuzzling at her neck when they finally drew back from oneanother. She tasted both of the salt of the sea and a sweetness that had to be hers. Exquisite.
“I am not without experience in the art of kissing,” she breathed back, tilting her head to the side so as to better enjoy his teasing.
Yes, just as he’d suspected. “You mean that you managed to find yourself a lover while living with Mildred?”
This was surprising. How had she found the time and the opportunity to meet someone? Leaving the house would have been fraught with danger and he didn’t think she would have been introduced to many people.
She met his gaze without flinching. “Yes. I have been bedded, and I have known pleasure, at someone else’s hand and at my own.”
This was a rather shocking declaration but far from being jealous, Ulf was relieved. At least there had been some good things in her miserable life. “I’m glad.”
She smiled, as if this answer pleased her. “What about you?”
“I am not as experienced as everyone imagines.” Did she think, like most of his friends, that he’d had his share of conquests? Probably. “I’ve only ever been with one woman. Someone from another Norsemen village. The affair didn’t last long and, in truth, it was nowhere near as satisfactory as it should have been.”
