“Frey,” I gasped, suddenly needing him, “my turn, baby.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, he sucked deep one, last, gorgeous time then his mouth went away and I sat up, jumped off the table and was on my knees in front of him before he’d got the first button opened his breeches.
I took over unbuttoning his fly then I took over, taking him in my mouth.
This was something I liked to do but now it was something I adored and the noises Frey was making, noises coming deep from his chest, his big hands cupping either side of my head lightly, his hips thrusting gently into my mouth, it was fantastic.
Oh God, I was close again.
Before I could let go, he pulled out and his hands were in my armpits, yanking me straight up. My arms went around his shoulders, my legs around his hips; he strode swiftly to the bed. By the time we got there, I had one arm down, my hand at his cock wrapped around, guiding him to me so when he dropped me to my back on the bed with him on top of me, I had him right there.
Then he was inside me.
My body arched and I came instantly. It took Frey about half a minute longer.
And thus it began, it was about touch, taste, scent, sight, sound… and trust.
Every moan, groan, grunt and whimper was a caress, every inch of his skin that caught my eye was a lazy, effective stroke, the smell of his hair was a tight embrace and actual touches and the flavor of him took me almost instantly to orgasm.
I thought I had Frey memorized but that afternoon every nuance of him was burned so deep in my brain I’d never forget it, not a second, not a touch, not a taste, not a vision, not an aroma, not the barest whisper.
It was the most intense, profound, agonizingly beautiful thing I ever experienced; every second sheer perfection.
And after hours, when we came down, when the strokes became more languorous, the whimpers more subdued, the groans turned to growls and our eyes grew less fevered, I knew I was in love.
Not with a man who would share this with me and give me multiple orgasms multiple times but with the man I would chose to share this with, trusting him enough to open myself so completely, I was fully exposed and instead of taking everything, he handed me the world.
He handed me the world.
And I was going to take it.
I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t going home except to tie up my life, explain and say good-bye to people I loved.
I was going to embark on the ultimate adventure.
Somehow, someway, I had to figure out how to talk my husband (and the king and queen) into accepting me as a replacement for good and communicate with Sjofn that her hopes for Lunwyn had come true.
I was going to stay with the man I loved in this fabulous world that had elves and dragons (and people who wanted to kill me, but I decided not to think of that).
And I was going to do it forever.
* * * * *
“Do you suppose we should eat, wee one?” Frey murmured
Frey was on his back, his arm around me, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my hip. I was pressed to his side, cheek on his shoulder, my leg over his, my fingertips floating absently across the skin of his wide chest. But at his question, I dropped my hand to that chest, pressed in and curled my body deeper into him.
Truth be told, I was absolutely famished. I’d learned having hours of very energetic sex and countless orgasms did that to you.
But right then it was just Frey and me tangled in each other and velvet blankets on a divan in a cabin on a fabulous ship with nothing but the dark cut minimally by moonlight coming in his windows and the fact that I’d just come to the realization I was in love for the first time in my life. And I liked all of it just like that and I didn’t want to lose any of it.
To communicate all this, I mumbled, “Mm.”
His body shook with his inaudible chuckle and he rolled into me so we were both on our sides, face to face.
I could barely make him out in the moonlight but I didn’t need to. I’d remember his face and every inch of his skin until my dying breath.
His hands drifted up and down my back and his voice was soft when he asked, “Do you want to doze while I find food?”
My arm around him got tighter and I blurted, “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
His hands stopped drifting and he held tight before he whispered, “All right, my Finnie, I’ll not go anywhere.”
I nodded and dipped my chin, pressing my face in his chest and his hands started drifting again, one gliding up to play with my hair.
I didn’t stroke, I just held on.
And both of us did this for awhile.
Finally, I broke the silence to ask quietly, “How do people go back to normal sex after that?”
Frey answered just as quietly, “If they do it with their partner, they don’t.”
I blinked at his chest then my head tipped back, I heard his move on the pillow and I knew he was looking down at me.