Page 75 of Ulf's Destiny
“Give yourself pleasure.”
She could tell Ulf wanted to refuse but he was too aroused for that. He needed this. And so did she. This would be like the first time they had been intimate.
“Are you going to watch me?”
“Very,veryclosely,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “And if you’re lucky, I might even help.”
The furs were thrown to the side with a decisive gesture and Ylva was able to feast her eyes on the gorgeous man lying in the middle of the pallet, as sensual as a Norse god gifted to her for her pleasure. He was magnificently erect and a wicked smile was playing on his lips. There would be no more protests from him.
“Do you like what you see, then, wife?”
Never had anyone been asked a more stupid question. What was there not to like? She moaned, her excitement—and frustration—mounting. He was the most perfect man she had ever seen, he was ready, and yet she was still waiting for him to do what he’d been asked to do.
“If you don’t start now, I’ll?—”
“You’ll what?” he purred when she could not even finish the threat. “Take over? Why do you think I’m taking my time? I’m many things but I’m not a fool.”
“No, you’re not. So start.”
A hand closed over the hard shaft, causing it to jolt. Ylva inhaled sharply. This promised to be delicious.
“There. I’ve started,” Ulf announced, looking straight at her. Oh, the vexing man! She should have guessed he would enjoy toying with her. Had she bitten off more than she could chew? She hoped not.
“You haven’t even begun. Start stroking.”
Slowly, he moved his fingers down to the root, then up again. The veins on his hands, his forearm and shaft fascinated her. “Like this?”
“No. Faster.”
A tut, betraying more affection than irritation. “My wife. So impatient.”
“Yes. So show her what she wants to see, damn you.”
“This, you mean?” The strokes became more decisive as the speed increased.
“Exactly like this.” This was hottest thing Ylva had seen for weeks, possibly ever. Ulf was looking at her through half-lidded eyes, clearly making the most of the sensations blooming between his legs. Though she was not touching herself anywhere, she could feel the same heat sizzle between her own legs.
“You know, you are going to have to help me,” he said after a while.
“Why?”
“Because you promised me. You did say that you would help me if I was lucky, remember?” His strokes became lazy once more. He would not let her get away with not keeping her word.
“And are you lucky?” she asked nonetheless.
“I married you, what do you think? I’m the luckiest man in this world.”
She sat up and knelt by his side. “I think I’m the lucky one.” Her fingers came to cover his. “To call such a man mine. To have the family I lost.” She stole a glance to the cot where little Einar was sleeping soundly.
Yes, lucky indeed.
Ulf removed his hand from under hers. She started to stroke slowly, her gaze locked with his. Little by little, she lowered her head.
“Ah, Ylva, please.”
“Please what?”
“Do this ‘properly,’ as you call it. Suck me.” He arched his back to bring his shaft closer to her mouth. “I’ve been obsessed with feeling your tongue on me ever since that day in the sea when you licked my shoulder. And every time I feel it on my cock, it’s like I’ve died and gone toValhalla.”
