away. The last couple of times I felt like this, the only thing that seemed to cure the fire beneath my skin was an orgasm. I surely cannot have that here, not in the middle of a storm and not with a crowd.
The storm begins to die down, my eyelids grow heavy as the boat rocks from side to side. The burning and fire sensations don’t go away completely, but thankfully they only simmer beneath the surface as I close my eyes.
I moan as my body is shifted. I’m so sore, my muscles so incredibly tight. My eyes open a crack and I’m met with the beard and wild hair of my protector.
“Ssshh,” he rasps as his lips brush mine.
I’m disoriented, but I don’t bother saying a word, he wouldn’t understand anything I say anyway. His lips part and I feel his tongue sweep through my mouth. Lifting my hand, I grip his bicep with a whimper, one that he swallows as he grinds his hips against my belly.
Another whimper escapes my lips at the sensation of his hard cock against me. His hand that is around my side travels down my hip, gripping the scratchy fabric of my borrowed dress and hikes it up my legs, then my thighs until my bottom half is exposed to him.
Aaric wraps his hand around the back of my knee and hitches my leg over his hip. I feel the head of his cock nudge me and I sigh. He swallows the sound, swallowing all of my sounds, as he shifts his hips forward and sinks inside of me.
His tongue fucks me at the same time his hips move and his pelvis grinds against my clit. He breaks the kiss, his teeth nipping my bottom lip.
“Aaric,” I breathe. “It feels like fire, please put it out,” I beg.
My body is heating again, the fire burns beneath my skin and it only gets hotter and hotter as I climb higher and higher toward my release. The boat starts to rock more, water splashes against us, but there is no stopping, if Aaric stops now, I’ll scream in pain.
He continues, his mouth pressing against mine as he grunts with each thrust of his hips. He’s close, but I’m closer. I want to chant, to cry out, to shout in pleasure, but I don’t. I keep it bottled up inside, the waves build and the water crashes against the boat harder and faster as if timed by sex and our orgasms that are on the verge.
Pulling him close to me, my fingernails dig into his bicep and a shiver rolls through me as I come. It’s hard, almost too hard. My entire body seizes, but Aaric doesn’t stop thrusting inside of me, not until he’s buried deep and I feel his cock twitch and his release fill my body.
He gathers me close, his lips touching mine for a moment as his hips move slower. He whispers something that I don’t understand, then he tops and just holds me. The waves die down, the boat goes back to its gentle rocking.
“Völva,” he rasps against my mouth.
“I have no clue what you said, Aaric,” I whisper with a sigh as my eyelids begin to droop with the continued gentle rocking of the boat.
Aaric lifts his hand, he slides my hair behind my ear as he looks into my eyes for a moment. I can’t keep my lids open a second longer, no matter how badly I want to look in his watery blue gaze.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to his. “I could fall in love with you. It’s terrifying.”
He grunts, then rumbles. Something and the word, dróttning makes an appearance again. I decide when we get wherever we’re going, I’m taking lessons in his language. I’m tired of having zero clue what he’s saying.
The sex is great, but I need to know if he’s talking dirty during it or what. I shiver, cuddling closer to his warm chest. Maybe I don’t need to know if he’s a dirty talker, I might orgasm just from his words alone.
AARIC
The waters calm down completely as we sail through the night and head toward Wolfjour Ail. We should arrive on the morrow eve. It will be good to be amongst my people again, the comforts of my home, and to introduce Liv to everyone.
I’m sure that my people think me to be a man who never wished to marry and perhaps when I was younger, I thought the same of myself.