Page 34 of Ulf's Destiny
After a shaky inhale, she reclined onto her elbows and waited for Ulf to order her to start. She knew she would find the courage to do what he wanted, but somehow she needed him to demand it of her. Hearing the words would send her arousal to dizzying peaks.
“Are you usually naked when you touch yourself?” he rasped, his gaze wandering all over her body, as if deciding where to look first. “So you can caress your breasts as well?”
“Yes.” She blushed. How had he known that? And was there no limit to what he would make her admit to? Apparently not.
“Take it all off then. Let me watch what you do when you’re on your own.”
But she wasn’t on her own and the difference was unbelievable. Never had she been so aroused before. Usually, she decided to make the most of a rare moment alone and built her excitement by touching herself. Tonight she had not brushed as much as her knee and yet she was burning. It was all down to Ulf. His heated gaze on her exposed parts, his raspy voice, his shocking demands. She had notdecidedto get pleasure, she needed it to relieve the unbearable tension in her body.
Sitting upright, Ylva tugged at her shift and sent it flying to the other end of the room. No more teasing, no more delays. She was on fire and she had to soothe the burn. Then she remembered what Ulf had told her the previous day at the beach. He thought her too thin. What would he make of her body? She reminded herself that when he had seen her breasts, small as they were, his eyes had caught fire. And later, when they hadkissed, she had felt how aroused he was. Perhaps he would not mind her lack of curves so much?
“I—”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ylva. Look at you.” He sounded so sincere, so full of awe that her doubts vanished there and then. He might deplore that she had never had enough to eat, but he didn’t think her lacking for all that.
“I’d rather look at you,” she breathed back, feeling more daring than she had ever felt. “Will you undress for me, let me watch as you pleasure yourself as well?”
Watching him while she coaxed blessed relief from her burning body was the hottest thing she could imagine doing.
To her delight, he complied without the merest hint of hesitation, ripping off the rest of his clothes with as much urgency as if they were on fire. It wasn’t long before she was allowed to see the parts of him that had remained hidden under the water while they were in the sea.
Dear God, he was magnificently male.
“Yes,” he said, falling back to his knees between her spread legs. “Please, Ylva, now. I’m about to burst.”
She lay back down, keeping her gaze on him, on the hand he had closed over his throbbing shaft. This was going to be explosive. At his first stroke, she placed her right hand over her folds. Her left went to her breast and started to tease her nipple the way she knew she liked.
“Oh!”
The sensations she’d thought to be familiar with today were a hundred times stronger. Not only would this be explosive but it would be over in moments.
“Yes. Like this,” she heard Ulf say, which made her realize she had closed her eyes. A mistake. She needed to see him, needed the glorious sight of this man on his knees, stroking himself because he was aroused by what she was doing.
The hand left her breast and joined the right, taking its customary place at her entrance. It was hot and swollen, already wet, desperate to be stroked. She bit her bottom lip and started dipping her middle finger inside her sheath, testing its response while the middle finger of the other hand carried on swirling around the bud at the apex of her thighs.
For a delicious moment, she teased herself in this manner, taking it slow, then her movements became more frantic, less controlled, more instinctive. It wasn’t long before the familiar rush of heat overwhelmed her. A cry escaped her lips and her head jerked up.
Her release went on and on, each shudder more delicious than the last.
Once she had stopped spasming, she sat up and brought her left hand to Ulf’s lips. He gave an agonized groan and licked her middle finger in one scandalous swipe of his tongue. Heat seared Ylva’s insides when he took her finger deep into his mouth and sucked. This was wicked, so, so wicked. She had no idea where the idea of feeding him her pleasure had come from, but it had clearly been the right thing to do, for both of them. She moaned again.
The sound seemed to push him over the edge. He erupted, his thick release coating his fingers and overflowing onto her breasts and stomach. A few harsh words escaped his lips, making the action even more lewd.
Ylva could not resist running a finger in the warm, pearly substance that was so new to her.
Panting, Ulf watched her through half-lidded eyes. Then, getting hold of her wrist, he brought her hand to her lips, just like she had done to him earlier. She did the only thing she could do and licked her finger clean. Salt and manly musk hit her tongue.
“Ylva, I… Bloody hell that was spectacular. Thank you.”
He sounded agonized, barely able to comprehend what had happened. In truth, she felt the same. “It was.”
The blue in his eyes seemed to darken. “Let me pleasure you now. Please. I want to use my mouth on you. I want to see you come again, because of my caresses this time.”
Why was he begging? As if any woman would refuse such an offer. Though she had just reached her peak, Ylva was desperate for more. It had been too quick, nowhere near enough to soothe the need that was burning deep inside her. Seeing this beautiful man naked, poised above her, his member still half erect, looking at her with such hunger, feeling his seed cooling down on her skin, everything about this moment was making her dizzy.
Before meeting Ulf she had not thought that she would ever feel desire for a man. Men were rough, they were dangerous. They took what they wanted without worrying about anything else. At best, they cared nothing for the women under them, at worst they actually hurt them. Ulf was different. He had not demanded anything except to see her pleasure. He had not forced her but instead allowed her to do what she was comfortable with.
And now he wanted to gift her with pleasure. Not with his manhood, as he knew it frightened her, but with his mouth.
