at his shoulders, going no further, despite a wanton curiosity about this singular man —and his body.
When he leaned away, Tanaka kept her eyes shut, though she could feel Tabor looking at her, perusing her nakedness with his eyes. His fingertips circled her navel, tickling her yet arousing passion.
Tense seconds passed, and the fear that was never
far from the surface of Tanaka's thoughts began to build'. Had she displeased Tabor? Did he not like the way she looked? Kissed? Should she have been bolder with her hands or had she been too bold already?
She also questioned her response to Tabor. Who was this stranger, this Tanaka who had suddenly sprung to life, taking delight in what she had once reviled?
"Witch-woman!" Tabor whispered again, and Tanaka could hear in his voice both adoration and anger, for he clearly was not entirely pleased with the desire he felt for her.
Then he took her breast between his lips, and Tanaka's questions vanished. Astonished by the intensity of her reaction, she pushed her fingers into Tabor's long blond hair. But rather than pushing his mouth from her breast, as she had intended, she hugged his face closer to her bosom. His lips, his tongue, even his teeth aroused her, and Tanaka trembled uncontrollably upon Tabor's mat.
She had thought nothing could feel better than Tabor kissing her breast until his hand pressed at the juncture of her thighs. Lightning bolts jolted through Tanaka. Spontaneously, she arched her back as his fingers probed then found a point of raw pleasure that caused Tanaka's mouth to open wide.
She felt him moving beside her, but a new sensual appetite dulled Tanaka's awareness. Tabor's tongue — slippery on her navel —made Tanaka flinch. Though she kept her eyes shut, she reached down to entwine the fingers of both hands into his mane and pushed him down, farther than she had intended. Between her thighs, she felt the erotic play of his mouth against her, his tongue probing, flicking, and circling. With serpentine ease, he stripped away her doubt, shame, and inhibition, and she no longer felt fear.
The pleasure too great, Tanaka struggled against Tabor. She could not breathe and so she pushed at him. But he held her wrists against the mat and did not stop his kisses.
Tanaka stared, unseeing, at the ceiling of the Viking hut. What is happening to me? she asked herself as the pressure built. Tanaka's hands were balled into futile fists pinned to the mat. Her body tightened inside, coiling, knotting painfully, until suddenly, the pleasure bordering on the brink of pain, she tumbled headlong into an abyss of white hot waves.
She screamed, a wordless scream that existed only in her mind. Her hips churned, jerking up and down as Tabor rode her with his mouth. She twisted from head to foot as the burning passion flowed in her.
And then, the tumult was over. Spent, Tanaka gulped in air greedily. Tabor's grip loosened on her wrists, and she raised an arm to her forehead, blinking to focus her vision.
"What was that?" she asked, the startled words out before she thought the question through.
Tabor's throaty chuckle drew her attention outside herself and back to him. With the return of logic, the sight of him was once again disturbing. She knew what he would want, and perhaps, with him, with the man who had taken her to such exulted heights, she might even have wanted it, too. But Tanaka had never been taken so high before; and, consequently, reason decreed, the crash to earth would be harder as well.
"There are many things I can teach you," Tabor said, getting to his feet. He removed his knee-high soft leather boots and cloth trousers. "Let me teach you how beautiful it can be."
Fully naked and fully aroused, the Viking frightened her. She had never intended for this to happen. Tanaka had wanted to please Tabor so that he would not be angry with her, but that was all. She had never thought he would please her; she had never even thought it was possible for a woman
When he leaned away, Tanaka kept her eyes shut, though she could feel Tabor looking at her, perusing her nakedness with his eyes. His fingertips circled her navel, tickling her yet arousing passion.
Tense seconds passed, and the fear that was never
far from the surface of Tanaka's thoughts began to build'. Had she displeased Tabor? Did he not like the way she looked? Kissed? Should she have been bolder with her hands or had she been too bold already?
She also questioned her response to Tabor. Who was this stranger, this Tanaka who had suddenly sprung to life, taking delight in what she had once reviled?
"Witch-woman!" Tabor whispered again, and Tanaka could hear in his voice both adoration and anger, for he clearly was not entirely pleased with the desire he felt for her.
Then he took her breast between his lips, and Tanaka's questions vanished. Astonished by the intensity of her reaction, she pushed her fingers into Tabor's long blond hair. But rather than pushing his mouth from her breast, as she had intended, she hugged his face closer to her bosom. His lips, his tongue, even his teeth aroused her, and Tanaka trembled uncontrollably upon Tabor's mat.
She had thought nothing could feel better than Tabor kissing her breast until his hand pressed at the juncture of her thighs. Lightning bolts jolted through Tanaka. Spontaneously, she arched her back as his fingers probed then found a point of raw pleasure that caused Tanaka's mouth to open wide.
She felt him moving beside her, but a new sensual appetite dulled Tanaka's awareness. Tabor's tongue — slippery on her navel —made Tanaka flinch. Though she kept her eyes shut, she reached down to entwine the fingers of both hands into his mane and pushed him down, farther than she had intended. Between her thighs, she felt the erotic play of his mouth against her, his tongue probing, flicking, and circling. With serpentine ease, he stripped away her doubt, shame, and inhibition, and she no longer felt fear.
The pleasure too great, Tanaka struggled against Tabor. She could not breathe and so she pushed at him. But he held her wrists against the mat and did not stop his kisses.
Tanaka stared, unseeing, at the ceiling of the Viking hut. What is happening to me? she asked herself as the pressure built. Tanaka's hands were balled into futile fists pinned to the mat. Her body tightened inside, coiling, knotting painfully, until suddenly, the pleasure bordering on the brink of pain, she tumbled headlong into an abyss of white hot waves.
She screamed, a wordless scream that existed only in her mind. Her hips churned, jerking up and down as Tabor rode her with his mouth. She twisted from head to foot as the burning passion flowed in her.
And then, the tumult was over. Spent, Tanaka gulped in air greedily. Tabor's grip loosened on her wrists, and she raised an arm to her forehead, blinking to focus her vision.
"What was that?" she asked, the startled words out before she thought the question through.
Tabor's throaty chuckle drew her attention outside herself and back to him. With the return of logic, the sight of him was once again disturbing. She knew what he would want, and perhaps, with him, with the man who had taken her to such exulted heights, she might even have wanted it, too. But Tanaka had never been taken so high before; and, consequently, reason decreed, the crash to earth would be harder as well.
"There are many things I can teach you," Tabor said, getting to his feet. He removed his knee-high soft leather boots and cloth trousers. "Let me teach you how beautiful it can be."
Fully naked and fully aroused, the Viking frightened her. She had never intended for this to happen. Tanaka had wanted to please Tabor so that he would not be angry with her, but that was all. She had never thought he would please her; she had never even thought it was possible for a woman
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