Page 48 of Bishop's Flight
“Good evening.” It was only within the safety of a fortified room or with Carwyn next to her that Brigid slept without fear. “What are you thinking of?”
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
“I was contemplating your arse.”
She pressed her lips together to keep herself from smiling. “What about my arse?”
“Well.” He rolled to his back, his giant frame taking the crisp cotton sheet with it, and plucked her from her position beside him, turning her and placing her on his lap with an enthusiastic erection right between her spread legs.
“Is this what they call the reverse cowgirl?” Brigid asked.
“We’re talking about your arse, so I need a clear view.” He patted her hips. “Now listen.”
“All ears.” She reached down and wrapped both her hands around his cock. “And hands.”
“Oh, ya wicked…” He grunted. “So about your arse.”
“Yes?” She idly began stroking him up and down.
He grabbed her bottom with both hands in retaliation. “It’s no secret that you’re a wee tiny bit of a woman, Brigid darlin’.”
“Admittedly, I did not inherit any blood of the Northmen.”
“You’re a tiny, delightful Hibernian to the core.”
She shifted over him. “Did you saycore?”
He muttered something that would have made her blush if she could.
“You’re a delicate bit of a minx, but then you have this…” He squeezed both her cheeks. “…this absolutely abundant arse.”
“It’s God makin’ amends as he forgot to give me tits, Carwyn.”
“I appreciate your tits too. Don’t insult them. But my God, this arse is… Well, it’s a work of art.” He gripped her bottom with both hands. “A man might be starving, but if it came to eating a steak or taking a bite of this arse, he’d happily die with this arse between his teeth.”
“Is that so?” She started rocking over him, her hands rubbing up and down his cock.
“You’re goin’ to kill me.”
“That’s not at all the idea.” She knelt up and slowly guided him into her body, sliding down until he was seated inside, filling her up with delicious, decadent fullness. She leaned forward and braced herself on his thighs, starting to rock, playing her fingers along her sex to find her own pleasure as she drove her husband mad.
“That’s right, ride me.” He gripped her hips with both hands. “Ride me all you want.” He guided her up and down his erection. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Did you know that, Brigid? A thousand years, I was waiting for you.”
“Carwyn?” She was nearly about to come.
“Yes, love?”
“Do you…?”
“What, my love?” He let out a low groan.
“Do you want to bite my arse?”
He cursed again, but the cursing was mixed with laughter. “Fuck yes, I want to bite your arse. I want to sink my fangs into it. I want to drink your blood; then I want to bite it again.”
She was nearly over the edge. “And you’re only telling me this now after a decade of being wed?”
