Page 81 of A Light So Blinding
Astrid reached back and flattened her hands against the slick surface. His hips braced her now, she didn’t have to clutch onto him as much as he leaned all his hardness into her.
And there was somuchof him. She was surrounded by his strength, his body, the tiny movements of every twitching muscle as she ran her hands down his torso.
“We can’t do this,” he said as he ripped his mouth from hers, only to trail his lips down the side of her neck. “We have a long way to go.”
“Aren’t we safe here?”
“This is just a resting area. There isn’t even a bed here.” Then Bjorn’s tongue traced a pattern against her throbbing pulse, and need shot right between her legs.
She couldn’t think when he did something like that. He was clearly suggesting she should argue with him about something, but she had no idea what she was meant to be arguing about. Who cared if they were alone here? Who cared if this place wasn’t meant for what she was about to do?
“Why would I need a bed?” she moaned, palming the back of his head as he licked over her collarbone.
He stiffened before leaning back. She couldn’t quite make out his face. It was so dim in here, the lighting was near impossible to see his features other than the horned shape of him. But then he lifted his hand, tracing a careful finger along her swollen bottom lip.
“When I fuck you, troll wife, it will be in a soft bed, so I do not scrape your back against the stones, so there is no part of you that is sore.” He leaned down, nipped at her ear, and then growled, “Other than your sweet pussy, which will remember the shape of me for days afterward.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. He wasn’t going to allow her to seduce him, that much was clear. But she could do a great many other things.
Unhooking her legs from around his waist, she stood on her own two feet. His lips found hers unerringly, clearly thinking he was going to get away with a repeat of what they had done in the tent earlier in the night. An urgency pushed her to do more, though. They were so close to no longer having their privacy, and she needed to reassure herself.
Once they found her sister, Astrid had no idea what the next steps for her would be. If there was some chance she and Bjorn would be parted, she wanted to make sure he’d remember her.
Planting her hands firmly on his chest, she turned them both. Soon, it was his back slamming against the rocks, and her hips that pressed him into place. The length of his cock burrowed against her belly. The damn thing really was big. It was enough to make her nervous, but she wasn’t going to stop now.
“If you won’t let me have my fun,” she whispered, trailing her lips down his chest. “Then I will find other ways to entertain myself.”
She’d seen other women do this, had done it herself, but never with a cock so massive. She tugged at the waistband of his leather pants, wanting to feel it at the very least. His thick leather pants weren’t the type to easily come down, though, and that made things difficult.
“Astrid, you don’t have to?—”
“Shut up, Bjorn.” Perhaps that came out a little harsh, but she was tired of his excuses. Right now, she wanted him to feel as good as he made her feel. That was all.
He seemed to understand that she was calling the shots right now. His hands went to the sides of his pants and made quick work ofties.
Why hadn’t she thought about the ties?
And then the leather was sagging, and she still couldn’t see anything, but she could damn well feel. Reaching out, shegrasped his cock in her hand and confirmed what she had been thinking.
He was big.
Really, really big.
Damn, she wasn’t sure this would ever work between them, but she was damn well willing to try. Astrid couldn’t even fit this thing in her mouth. It just wasn’t possible. Her jaw didn’t open wide enough to give him what he was likely expecting.
So instead, she licked her way up the shaft of it, measuring the entire length with her fingers and tongue. She heard the sound of his skull hitting the stone behind him, and the long groan that worked its way out from deep within his chest.
His hips bucked a bit in her hands, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. Finally, she reached the head of this ridiculous cock, her tongue finding the ring at the tip.
“Are you sure you’re healed?” she asked, toying with the ring.
He was panting when he responded, “I’m healed.”
“This was for me, after all. Wasn’t it?” Again another flick of the ring, and she wished she could see his features because his hands slammed against the wall this time.
“Yes,” he breathed. “All for you.”
Well, if he was going to be such a good boy…
