Dyce was going to suggest she stop stroking him if she wanted to do anything other than give him a handjob when she did just that, wiping her hands on his stomach and leaning up to kiss him.
“All ready,” she said, smiling against his mouth.
He was quite sure he was. “How about you?” he murmured. She was straddling his hips and he slid a hand down her stomach and toyed with the dark curls between her legs.
Her breath was shaky against his cheek. “Please.”
He obliged, and was pleased to note that the oil would probably be superfluous. She shuddered as he explored further, dipping his fingers into her folds, his cock aching to follow them.
She was panting, her fingers curling in the furs. “Stop!” she ordered, and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away. He was concerned only for a moment, as she sat back and seized the base of his cock with one hand and his hip with the other. “That’s enough.”
He held his breath as she sank down onto him, and he forced himself to remain still. He watched her breath, feeling her clench around him, getting used to the feel of him.
“How is it?” Dyce asked, when he remembered he could speak. The look on her face already suggested the answer, as she started rocking her hips.
“You have no idea,” she breathed.
Dyce grinned. He might have had some.
She started slow, but Dyce was less than surprised when she fell forward onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giving him biting, bruising kisses. She ground herself harder against him and Dyce guessed what she was after and worked a hand down between them to rub her clit. She bucked, and hissed happily.
Dyce could barely breathe. She was all around him, on top of him, she couldn’t have been fucking him more thoroughly if she’d tried. He loved feeling so used, so demanded. He could feel her orgasm approaching in the teeth that ground around his earlobe and in the muscles that clamped like iron around his arms and hips.
She flung her head back and he was grateful she had short, blunt fingernails because she would have drawn a lot of blood otherwise. She shouted and snarled and Dyce could only watch in awe as she came. It was like watching a force of nature in action; like an avalanche or rockfall.
It was only when she slumped against him that he realised he hadn’t come with her. He winced as he pulled his hand free and flexed fingers threatening to go numb.
Before she’d caught her breath, she rolled them both over and beamed at him, “Your turn.”
Dyce didn’t have many reserves left. He only had to thrust once, twice more and he only had to relive how hard she’d come around his cock and he came too, far more quietly but with no less intensity.
He lay on her for a while, listening to her heart beating. Only now did he remember that he’d not slept for the past couple of days, and nothing short of magic was going to keep him awake much longer. Borgakh seemed equally tired, and by unspoken agreement they rearranged themselves on Dyce’s bedroll and pulled the furs over them. Dyce heard a clunk as the bottle of oil rolled onto the floor, but he’d worry about that in the morning.
Dyce woke up with a cold chest. He pawed at the furs, trying to pull them up, and realised that Borgakh was sitting up, trapping them against her stomach. Judging by the smell of cooking, it was breakfast time at the inn.
“Morning,” Dyce said, rubbing his face and feeling two days worth of stubble scratching at his palms.
“I can do whatever I want, can’t I?” Borgakh asked.
“Well, within reason. Yeah.”
“I’m free.” She turned and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I understand now, why you were so upset about being married. I didn’t think it through.”
“I know,” Dyce said.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter. I’d do everything you asked of me, and it would turn out. Maybe you’d die, or something like that.”
Dyce chuckled, “Wow. Well, that’s good to know.”
“I didn’t mean I wanted you to. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just had to get out of there. Away from everything so I could think, so I could see what else there was in the world besides strongholds and chieftains.”
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“All ready,” she said, smiling against his mouth.
He was quite sure he was. “How about you?” he murmured. She was straddling his hips and he slid a hand down her stomach and toyed with the dark curls between her legs.
Her breath was shaky against his cheek. “Please.”
He obliged, and was pleased to note that the oil would probably be superfluous. She shuddered as he explored further, dipping his fingers into her folds, his cock aching to follow them.
She was panting, her fingers curling in the furs. “Stop!” she ordered, and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away. He was concerned only for a moment, as she sat back and seized the base of his cock with one hand and his hip with the other. “That’s enough.”
He held his breath as she sank down onto him, and he forced himself to remain still. He watched her breath, feeling her clench around him, getting used to the feel of him.
“How is it?” Dyce asked, when he remembered he could speak. The look on her face already suggested the answer, as she started rocking her hips.
“You have no idea,” she breathed.
Dyce grinned. He might have had some.
She started slow, but Dyce was less than surprised when she fell forward onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giving him biting, bruising kisses. She ground herself harder against him and Dyce guessed what she was after and worked a hand down between them to rub her clit. She bucked, and hissed happily.
Dyce could barely breathe. She was all around him, on top of him, she couldn’t have been fucking him more thoroughly if she’d tried. He loved feeling so used, so demanded. He could feel her orgasm approaching in the teeth that ground around his earlobe and in the muscles that clamped like iron around his arms and hips.
She flung her head back and he was grateful she had short, blunt fingernails because she would have drawn a lot of blood otherwise. She shouted and snarled and Dyce could only watch in awe as she came. It was like watching a force of nature in action; like an avalanche or rockfall.
It was only when she slumped against him that he realised he hadn’t come with her. He winced as he pulled his hand free and flexed fingers threatening to go numb.
Before she’d caught her breath, she rolled them both over and beamed at him, “Your turn.”
Dyce didn’t have many reserves left. He only had to thrust once, twice more and he only had to relive how hard she’d come around his cock and he came too, far more quietly but with no less intensity.
He lay on her for a while, listening to her heart beating. Only now did he remember that he’d not slept for the past couple of days, and nothing short of magic was going to keep him awake much longer. Borgakh seemed equally tired, and by unspoken agreement they rearranged themselves on Dyce’s bedroll and pulled the furs over them. Dyce heard a clunk as the bottle of oil rolled onto the floor, but he’d worry about that in the morning.
Dyce woke up with a cold chest. He pawed at the furs, trying to pull them up, and realised that Borgakh was sitting up, trapping them against her stomach. Judging by the smell of cooking, it was breakfast time at the inn.
“Morning,” Dyce said, rubbing his face and feeling two days worth of stubble scratching at his palms.
“I can do whatever I want, can’t I?” Borgakh asked.
“Well, within reason. Yeah.”
“I’m free.” She turned and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I understand now, why you were so upset about being married. I didn’t think it through.”
“I know,” Dyce said.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter. I’d do everything you asked of me, and it would turn out. Maybe you’d die, or something like that.”
Dyce chuckled, “Wow. Well, that’s good to know.”
“I didn’t mean I wanted you to. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just had to get out of there. Away from everything so I could think, so I could see what else there was in the world besides strongholds and chieftains.”
“I know.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”