Page 58 of Haakon's Fate
“Please, I want you inside me.”
“Damn it, woman, I’m trying to take it slowly.” Haakon’s voice was reduced to a growl. “I should?—”
“You asked me to tell you how I wanted it. Well, I want it now.”
Arching her back, she brought her entrance in contact with the tip of his erection. There was a sharp inhale of breath behind her and then, slowly, blessedly, Haakon slid inside her, only an inch or so. Just what she could take at that time.
Gytha gasped, shocked by the intrusion. “You’re so…hard!”
“I’ve never felt so hard,” he rasped in her ear. “That’s because I want you so much. And you’re so tight and wet it’s killing me.”
Yes, she did feel wet, as he’d said. But she knew that was normal.
Haakon withdrew, then pushed in again, no deeper than before, staying at her entrance, stretching her, allowing her to adjust to the newness of the feeling. Mm. This was definitely thicker than a finger. Definitely what she had wanted. All the while he kept muttering to himself in Norse. Somehow the raspy sounds added to her level of arousal.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he ordered eventually. “Let me do this. I’ll make sure it feels good for you.”
On her stomach? Gytha had never heard of that position but she was more than happy to trust him. Besides, what he was doing felt too good, she never wanted him to stop. She moved until she was flat on her front. Haakon followed and nudged her right leg up, bending it at the knee to make her open wider.
Then he resumed his slow, shallow strokes. She moaned every time she felt him push past the tight muscles guarding herentrance. Then he kissed the side of her neck and, while she was occupied reveling in the feel of his kisses, he plunged inside her more decisively. She tensed, and then relaxed when she realized that the pain was far from crippling. He had warned her it would hurt and she knew what he meant. Eadhild had told her that her first time with Halfdan had been painful, even if he had been careful and patient. She had also told her that after the initial shock, it had been glorious. Every single time.
But nothing of what was happening was unbearable. It had been uncomfortable, yes, but quite easy to get past. Gytha knew she was less sensitive to pain than most, and never had she been more grateful for it.
And soon, it became glorious, as promised.
Each thrust brought her closer to the release she knew was the natural conclusion of their lovemaking. Everything within her started to sizzle and tense, her breath caught in her throat. This was too much, it had to happen now, or she would die.
“Breathe, Gytha,” she heard Haakon say. “Let it happen. I’m here.”
The speed of his thrusts increased, and the angle changed slightly. There, yes, now! She buried her face into the furs and let out a long, keening cry. The air left her lungs in one long exhale, somehow intensifying her pleasure. Yes, yes ,yes.
Dear God, she never wanted this to stop.
As if he’d heard her silent plea, Haakon continued to ride her, allowing the sensations to keep blooming. When the last of her cries had died on her lips, he wrenched himself out of her with a grunt. At first Gytha wondered why he would do that and then she understood when heat seared the small of her back. His seed. He’d finally reached his own release and he didn’t want her to fall with child from this encounter.
She wondered how that made her feel. Grateful for his thoughtfulness undeniably. But at the same time she wishedhe’d not had to interrupt his pleasure when he had been so intent on dragging hers out for as long as possible. And in truth, the idea of her stomach swelling with his child did not worry her.
What was she thinking… The pleasure she had just experienced must be responsible for this folly because of course she did not wish to trap him thus. If they ever got involved, it would have to be because he wanted to, not because he felt he had to.
“Saxon, you killed me,” he breathed into her ear, collapsing by her side.
But she hadn’t done anything, she thought ruefully, except let him love her. Next time she would have to take a more active part in their lovemaking.
Gytha stilled as the thought crossed her mind. Would there be even a next time? She had managed to convince Haakon to make love to her this time but she doubted she would succeed another time. Besides, when would they find themselves sleeping in the same bed? It might never happen again.
She stopped thinking when she felt something, probably a corner of the furs, wipe at her back. Then Haakon settled her in his arms once more, covered them both with the blanket and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her flush against him, nose to nose. She sighed in contentment. This felt like home.
“Why did you give me this gift?” he asked, removing a strand of hair from her face. So tender… She was discovering a new side to the confident Norseman every day.
“What gift?” she mumbled, feeling boneless.
“To be allowed to be the first man to give you pleasure. It was a gift.”
Yes, it had been. Forher, not him. “It was perfect,” she mumbled. This was no real answer, but the best she could do right now.
There was another silence, even longer.
“Tomorrow evening, if we ride hard, we should be home.”
