His voice was a low rumble that reverberated through me, causing my knees to go weak (and a variety of other things, all so fabulous they were nearly tortuous), when he asked, “That cup, Finnie, it glows. Have you drunk of the adela?”
I pressed closer, my lids had lowered, I was trying to focus on not pressing my mouth to his (or pressing it other places) but instead answering his question and also assessing his reaction to this idea and I whispered, “The girls gave it to me. Uh… to us.”
He stared at me for a second that seemed to last five hours then both his hands were suddenly on either side of my head, he tipped it back and thank God, thank God, thank God, God, God, he was kissing me, hard, deep with lots and lots of tongue.
I shivered against him and held on tight.
Oh man. I was going to come just from kissing.
His mouth tore from mine, the heat in my body was communicated in the heat in his eyes and he growled, “By the gods, wife, you suit me.”
Then he whisked me up in his arms, carried me to the table, planted my ass on it and curled a hand around my neck as he curved the fingers of his other through the handle of the cup. He picked it up and I held my breath as he held my eyes while he brought it to his lips. Then I lost his eyes as his neck bent back and he downed the whole thing in one gulp.
Okay, evidence was clearly suggesting Frey was really, really into this.
His head righted, he set the mug aside and he grabbed my legs behind the knees, opened them and moved between.
Oh yeah. Now we were talking.
My hands slid up his chest to latch onto his neck and my legs lifted up, knees bent, to press against his hips as he leaned into me.
“They explained what the adela does?” he asked as he braced one hand on the table while the other arm curled around me.
“Unh-hunh,” I mumbled, staring at his mouth and wishing it wasn’t so damned far away.
“And you want this, Finnie?”
I forced my eyes up to his and my mind to concentrate. “Is it bad?”
“No,” he replied, his arm lifting me up from the table and pressing my body into his as I watched his heated eyes start to scorch. “But it’s powerful, wee one. You do not share the adela cup with someone you don’t trust with every inch of you.”
Oh yes. Every inch of me.
I liked that. I wanted to get to the every inch of me part.
“But you drank it,” I whispered instead of whined because he still wasn’t kissing me but he’d bent lower, his arm curling around and cushioning the back if my neck, his body leaned deep into mine, pressing it into the table even as he pulled it up and into him.
He grinned and his grin was so damned wicked it was physical.
I trembled in a really, really good way and he whispered, “You’re in no state to change your mind.”
He was right about that.
“And, my Finnie, I trust you with every inch of me,” he went on and I felt that too, all through me, and that was in a really, really good way too.
So good, my lids lowered and I pressed my hips into his.
“Finnie, love, look at me,” he growled, I opened my eyes and saw his were so damned hot, they were fevered.
It was a seriously good look, the best ever.
“It is strong but I will walk out that door, Finnie, look in my eyes, focus and tell me, are you ready for this?”
I looked in his eyes, I focused for a nanosecond and then I told him the truth that would be the truth if I’d drunk from a glowing cup, just woke up in the morning, was eating lunch or was about to fall asleep at night.
“Frey Drakkar, I trust you with every inch of me.”
I barely got out the “e” in “me” when his mouth was on mine, he ground his hips into me at the same time his arm drove me down into his hips and I groaned deep into his throat.
Oh God, it was too much, too big. I tore my mouth away, shoved my face in his neck at the same time my hands, acting on their own, yanked up his sweater so they could get to the sleek, muscled, unbelievably brilliant to the touch skin of his back.
“Too much, Frey,” I whimpered against his neck as I felt his lips and tongue at mine and his hips kept grinding into me. “God, baby,” my head arched back, “I’m going to come with just this.”
His arm moved from my neck so his hand could cup my head and he positioned it to facing him as he kept pushing his hips deep into mine.
“Oh yes, my love, prepare,” he warned on a low growl. “You’re going to climax over a lot of ‘just this’.”
Then his mouth took mine, his tongue invaded, hungry, devouring, his hips pressed in hard and I came, fast, deep and hot.
It was excruciatingly beautiful.
I was still climaxing as he yanked off my sweater, my boots, my socks and breeches, taking my underwear with them, my eyes were somnolently focusing and I watched him pull of his sweater.
At the mere sight of his chest, I did a full body tremble.
Then he disappeared as he dropped to his knees between my legs, I sucked in a breath of anticipation, he tossed my legs over his shoulders then his mouth was on me.
Oh my God. He was good at this normally, really good.
Hungry and fevered, both him and me, it was off the charts.
No, there was no chart. It was indescribable.
My heels dug into his back, my hips lifted to rub against his mouth as his big hands cupped my ass to pull me to him and he took and took and took and I came again and again and again, crying out at first then whimpering, my fingers in his hair, holding him tight to me.
“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.
