“Please,” she implored, not knowing what she was begging for. “I cannot think like myself, but methinks you must stop. I’m sure you shouldn’t be there.”
Brant chuckled again as he crawled over her, straddling her with his legs. He brushed his nose against her nipple until it became erect. Before taking the hard peak into his mouth, he said, “You are not to think.”
“But, oh.” Della gasped, shaking her head. “I want…to ask you…something.”
“What?” His word vibrated on the soft mound between his lips like a hungry growl.
“I want…” Della’s words trailed off. She shook her head, trying to concentrate past the gentle movements of his lapping tongue. She grabbed a fistful of fur to keep her hands off him. The urge to touch him became unbearable. “You have to stop that for a moment.”
Brant grunted his refusal, taking her nipple more forcefully between his teeth. His arousal rubbed lightly along her soft inner thigh.
“Wait. Do not stop that just yet. Just let me think.” Her back arched against his mouth.
Brant grinned as he gave her right breast the same treatment. His shaft continued to stroke her, the touch like kindling to fire as it flamed her wet center.
“I want to touch you,” Della gasped, recalling what she wanted to say. “I mean…can I?”
“If you do, I might explode,” he said softly, so soft she wondered if she’d heard him at all. But louder, he answered, “Yea.”
Della’s hands instantly went to his head, pushing him more firmly to her chest trying in vain to end the sweet torture that coursed in her blood. A loud, gratifying moan escaped her lips. His tongue moved more fervently against her. She moaned louder.
“May I touch you anywhere? I’m afraid I do not know what it is I’m expected to do.” Della raised her knee along the inside of his thighs. His smooth, thick member pushed into her tender flesh. The sound of her heart beat in her ears.
“Yea, touch me however you like, there is no rule on how to do it. Later I will lie still for you and let you explore to your heart’s content.”
“I do not,” Della gasped, “want to get burned.”
“What?” He maneuvered his legs inside of hers.
“Ebba said I had to put out the dragon’s fire.” Della answered him honestly, not able to do anything else.
Brant laughed. She moved instinctively in her passions. “My darling little wife, you really know nothing about the art of lovemaking. It’s only an expression, princess, not a real fire.”
“Yea, it is, m’lord.” Her hips sought his touch and he spread her willing thighs, putting his legs between them. “I can already feel it starting to burn.”
“It will not hurt badly, Della.” He brought his lips to her mouth, moving slow so she felt every single moment in painstaking detail. “Mayhap only a little at first, but there will be no real fire, lest you refer to the flames you now feel within you. I will be as gentle as I can.”
“Oh.” Della would’ve been embarrassed if she could have concentrated long enough on one thought.
Braced on an elbow, Brant reached between them. His hand brushed over her soft curls, back and forth, back and forth, pressing deeper into her folds with each pass. She opened her mouth wide. Wet with her cream, he slid his fingertip along her opening with precision. Wiggling her hips, she tried to anticipate his movements, forcing him more firmly against her. His finger encircled the tight bud between her thighs and she weakly cried out, the sound swallowed by his hovering mouth. He breathed into her, harsh and loud. Before she knew what he was about, he thrust a finger inside. She stared at him, stunned by the feel of pressure within her body.
“Oh,” he breathed, biting his lip. Firelight illuminated his handsome face, glinting off his trim beard, giving heavy contours to his chiseled features. “Ah, such a wet, tight sheathe for my sword.”
With a groan, he finally kissed her mouth, taking it hard as his tongue delved deep only to pull back. The movement mimicked the finger inside her, moving in and out, in and out, faster, deeper. The thickness of his finger grew, as if suddenly there were two stroking her intimately. Pressure built and he pulled his mouth back with a loud growl.
“Della, I’m sorry. I cannot slow. I need to feel myself inside you before I burst. I have waited too long to possess you.” Brant pulled his fingers from her and moved his shaft to her opening. “I know you do not, cannot understand, but it is taking all of my control not to ride you like a wild mare that needs to be broken.”
Brant rubbed the tip of his erection along her wet folds, following the path his fingers had traveled moments before. She groaned as he pushed her legs open, widening her passage, causing her to tense in a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation.