Her hands fell away and she watched, breathless, as the last of his clothing hit the floor. There he was, his c**k reaching for her, the faint light from the moon playing on the ripples of his muscles. She licked her lips, sure that no man had ever looked better than Viking did right this second.
He came to her now, flipped her over onto her stomach. Slowly, he lowered the zipper at the back of her dress. Her smooth skin was revealed one tantalizing inch at a time, and he mouthed hot kisses on her until she was wriggling with need. But still he made her wait, his control perfect. His tongue traced the curve of her spine, nuzzled her lower back, nipped her ass. When his hand slid under her body and stroked her p***y through plain white cotton, she lifted her hips off the bed, shameless in
