My consciousness was slipping, the sheer exertion of our passionate lovemaking putting me on the edge of an early sleep.
That was what it felt like though— lovemaking, not just a casual fuck with a stranger. Despite the suddenness, it was still among the most intimate experiences of my life, the connection between us as undeniable as it was ineffable.
But I was too far gone to ponder that now, and a sweet, dark blanket of sleep slid over me.
Chapter Three - Ragnar
The wind swept from the east, as it always did, the end of the world stretched out before me, or so it seemed, cold wind blowing in my face. It was summer, but it could be difficult to tell the difference on the coast, the North Atlantic frigidly cold at the best of times.
You just had to dress for it, and you were usually fine. That was part of the reason why knit sweaters were so popular around there, though not some much on the inland cities.
When the winter came, though, and the winds howled like demons outside the door, all bets were off. It was safest to try and stay inside by the hearth. That’s where I’d been that summer. The stones were cold and black from a long lack of use, but it was still a good place to get sunlight.
“Staying long?” came the voice from behind me.
“No, just looking,” I said, the words echoing inside my head.
Light flooded the dark as the world returned. Memories returned as the dream faded.
I had the nagging feeling that someone was trying to tell me something with the dream. It was just the “who” and the “what” that were in question.
There was a movement next to me, the previous day coming to sharper focus. The wedding, the gig, the woman…
I glanced over and Stephanie was still sleeping peacefully beside me. I turned back to stare at the ceiling, my mind wandering and wondering how exactly I’d ended up here.
It had been Varg’s idea to go stateside. Norway was too small, he’d argued, if we wanted to have a proper career, so we needed to go to a bigger market. I didn’t argue at the time but wondered if we’d made the right choice.
Right up until we’d met Seth Black, anyway. If what he said was true, we would just be making music for the rest of our lives. There was also the beauty laying naked beside me to consider.
I remembered most of what happened, but it never hurt to have one’s memory jogged. Slowly lifting the blankets, I took in all that I could see. She was on her side with her back to me, but it was still more than enough.
I moved in and breathed in her scent, a hand going over her hip to stroke her belly. It was like I was under some kind of spell.
I jerked back suddenly. It wasn’t right. She wasn’t awake, and while she might have been fine with it, I didn’t know that. She was basically a stranger to me, even if it didn’t feel that way.
“It’s okay,” she said, shifting slightly.
Taking my hand in hers, she moved my hand back to her soft skin. But rather than resting it on her stomach, where I had been, she dragged it up to her breast and hummed softly as I tenderly fondled her.
“You really like ‘em, huh?”
“Yes,” I admitted, seeing no reason to lie.
“Well, they’re all yours, to do what you want with, I mean.”
I turned her on to her back and did as I truly wanted, suckling each of her delicate nipples until she moaned in exquisite pleasure. I alternated between each breast, making sure they both got the same amount of attention, to stimulate the nipple not in my mouth at any given time with my fingers.
Stephanie loved it— I could tell by her delighted moans, not to mention the sweet smell of her arousal wafting up as her excitement grew ever stronger.
“My pussy is yours too,” she managed between moans, “all of me is, please, help me feel as good as I did last night.”
That request was clear enough. I slowly moved my mouth down between her breasts, kissing every inch of her warm skin on the way down to my final destination.
Stephanie opened her legs in welcome anticipation as I approached. The scent of her excitement only added to my anticipation.
It likely wasn’t strictly necessary. She was already plenty wet, and could no doubt take me without the added licking, but we both enjoyed it, so why not?
I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
“Fuck!” she moaned, as my tongue caressed her sweet, pink pussy.
I’d come to tell the difference between her cries of pleasure and distress. I felt I already knew her body so well even after just meeting her. Our chemistry was off the charts hot.
Settling into a good rhythm, I licked and sucked on her clit until she was crying out in orgasm, her hips lifting from the bed as she wailed.
Stephanie fell back onto the bed as I planted tender kisses on her still trembling flesh, taking things lightly, knowing that she would likely still be sensitive so soon after coming.
Kissing my way back up along her body, I made my way to her lips. Stephanie and I made out like horny teenagers. With a slight shift of her hips, she got her pussy lined up with my cock, as she gently stroked me.
“Already?” I asked.
I wasn’t in any way
