The Very Virile Viking by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-06-04T22:49:33+00:00

Angela was stunned.

The man—almost a perfect stranger—had just said that he loved her. Well, not a perfect stranger, after what they'd just done. She had to say she knew him intimately now… sort of.

And Magnus appeared just as stunned as she by his unexpected admission.

"Angela," he murmured.

She was about to tell him that he didn't have to ply her with smooth talk. She'd already made it clear from the beginning that theirs would be a no-commitment relationship. She had no chance to say anything, though, because Magnus had other ideas.

"It is my turn now, sweetling." He was leaning over her once again, and the expression on his face could only be described as determined.

"Your turn?" She almost swallowed her tongue.

He nodded. "The no-touching rule is over. Now we play the game my way." Before she could blink, or raise another question, or a protest, if she was so inclined, Magnus placed a big hand on her tummy, then slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, skimming her pubic hair, and delving right into her cleft.

"Wet," he pronounced with great satisfaction, and smiled at her.

"Well, of course I'm wet. What did you expect?" Mortified, she tried to squirm away from his probing fingers, but he would not allow that. "Oh, no… Magnus!… really, I don't think—"

"Shhhh!" he whispered against her ear. "Let me."

And she did.

Angela had no idea she had the expertise, or the nerve, or the moves. She had somehow turned into a sex goddess. Within moments—way-too-short, embarrassing moments—she climaxed again.

He raised a brow in amusement when she tried once again to squirm away and avoid his scrutiny.

"What can I say? I must be a slut."

He laughed. "Nay, I just have talented fingers."

"No one can accuse you of humility," she said. "It's more likely that I'm just pathetic."

"Perchance we are both pathetic… in our need for each other."

"Whatever," she said.

Magnus threw back his head and laughed. What an odd reaction to such a simple word.

But then she had no more time to think about simple things… like words. Magnus was aroused again. She knew by the way his new erection pressed against her thigh. And he could tell that she knew, as evidenced by his soft chuckle as he rolled over on his back and adjusted her astride him. The change in position was a feat in itself, since the chaise longue was not all that wide.

He had a self-satisfied expression on his face, which she couldn't let stand… although she hated to move away from the delicious sensations created by her crotch resting against his crotch. Still…

She slid her bottom down his thigh, tugged on the waistband of his shorts, and let his penis spring forth. His very huge, very hard penis. Her eyes probably bulged with amazement before she took him in both hands and moved.

"Holy Thor!" he said through gritted teeth. Then, "Holy, holy, holy Thor!"

Before she could move the circle of her hands up and down the smooth column more than two times, Magnus swore again, shoved her hands aside, pulled up his pants, and jerked her up to straddle him again.

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