As soon as he'd pulled her chest plate off, he palmed her breasts through the thin shift underneath, running his thumbs over the stiff peaks. She made some helpless noise and arched into his touch, halting her own progress with his apparel for a second.
"Did he touch you here?" he asked, unable to keep his jealousy in check. Merrill whimpered into his mouth. He drew back from her to stare at her for a second before grasping the cloth and yanking it over her head. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with dusky tips. Dropping to his knees, Vilkas took one nipple into his mouth, suckling for a second before biting her the same way he did her neck.
She shrieked, writhing against him and fisting her hands into his hair, only she was forcing him closer instead of trying to push him away. It took him several seconds to realize she was saying something again.
"No," she panted, "no, no."
He tried to move to her other breast, but she wedged a knee up against him and yanked on his hair until he looked up at her.
"This," she pointed at his armor, "off."
Fingers flew and his chest was bare in moments; finally he could press his skin against hers. Vilkas made short work of her greaves and boots, shoving her smallclothes past her knees and over her ankles before cupping her sex. She was dripping.
"Are you wet for me?" He growled, his question dragging another wordless sound out of her.
Still kneeling, he reached his other hand up to grip the nape of her neck and bend her head down toward his, not quite close enough to kiss her.
"Are you?" he asked again, grinding his palm between her legs. She tried to nod. "Say it, say 'I'm wet for you, Vilkas.'" He slid a couple fingers past her folds, delving and stroking until he found the spot that made her hips jerk and stomach quiver.
"Say it."
"I'm wet for you, V – " she whispered, "Vilkas." Any shred of control he had left vanished as he shot back to his feet and clawed at his breeches, getting them open and down just far enough. Lifting Merrill, he pulled her legs around his hips and braced her back against the door.
This prompt is just too freaking awesome! Part 4/?
"Did he touch you here?" he asked, unable to keep his jealousy in check. Merrill whimpered into his mouth. He drew back from her to stare at her for a second before grasping the cloth and yanking it over her head. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with dusky tips. Dropping to his knees, Vilkas took one nipple into his mouth, suckling for a second before biting her the same way he did her neck.
She shrieked, writhing against him and fisting her hands into his hair, only she was forcing him closer instead of trying to push him away. It took him several seconds to realize she was saying something again.
"No," she panted, "no, no."
He tried to move to her other breast, but she wedged a knee up against him and yanked on his hair until he looked up at her.
"This," she pointed at his armor, "off."
Fingers flew and his chest was bare in moments; finally he could press his skin against hers. Vilkas made short work of her greaves and boots, shoving her smallclothes past her knees and over her ankles before cupping her sex. She was dripping.
"Are you wet for me?" He growled, his question dragging another wordless sound out of her.
Still kneeling, he reached his other hand up to grip the nape of her neck and bend her head down toward his, not quite close enough to kiss her.
"Are you?" he asked again, grinding his palm between her legs. She tried to nod. "Say it, say 'I'm wet for you, Vilkas.'" He slid a couple fingers past her folds, delving and stroking until he found the spot that made her hips jerk and stomach quiver.
"Say it."
"I'm wet for you, V – " she whispered, "Vilkas." Any shred of control he had left vanished as he shot back to his feet and clawed at his breeches, getting them open and down just far enough. Lifting Merrill, he pulled her legs around his hips and braced her back against the door.