A Storm of Pleasure

by TERRI BRISBIN

  Her body bucked this time, feeling the same pleasure that he could hear and see. She did it again without his asking and then again. Gavin saw and heard the moan that escaped her mouth that last time, and before he could stop himself, he dropped to his knees in front of her and took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting it until she moaned over and over again. Relentless now, he moved to the other, wrapping his arms around her to keep her standing as he teased and tormented until he could hear her blood racing beneath her skin. Gavin leaned back then, unwilling to push her body too fast to completion.

  “Hold them again,” he ordered, for her hands had slipped to his shoulders.

  Katla lifted her breasts to him again, able to refuse but also not willing to miss the pleasure he’d promised her. The scent of him invaded her limbs and her mind, and she sank into its control and his. Her breasts ached for more and the tips still throbbed from his mouth. He lifted his hands and rubbed his thumbs across them. Her legs wanted to give out, but she fought to stand. Leaning against his hands, her entire body pulsed as he rubbed harder and faster against them. Then he took each tip between his finger and thumb and rolled them, flicked them, and then tugged until she screamed.

  Like invisible strings, each touch pulled and vibrated against something deep within, causing her heart to race and her blood to heat and pulse. Her womb felt heavy with pleasure, and a tension built within her until she thought she would come undone. Then the worst thing happened—he stopped again and moved away from her. She reached out to keep him close, but he shrugged off her hold and stood.

  “Please?” Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she found herself begging this stranger to do unthinkable things to her body.

  “Take the rest off, Katla,” he ordered, his voice thick and gruff now.

  She gasped when her hands and the fabric of her gown slid across her breasts; they felt heavy and tender beneath her touch. Katla tugged the gown until she could slide it over her shoulders and down her hips. Letting it fall to the floor, she stepped over it and then met his gaze.

  Hunger. Unsatisfied hunger and lust shone there in the depths of his pale blue eyes. Her body reacted to it, shuddering and trembling and blossoming under the heat of his gaze. That place between her legs wept now, the deepest folds swelling and aching and waiting for his attentions. Other than with his eyes, he did not touch her.

  “Sit on the bed now.”

  She was enjoying this, too. Allowing him to command and guide her to pleasure. When she wished, she lost herself and her will to it, and when she wished to be in command of her actions, she could do that, too. Like some potion or brew, his scent seemed to intoxicate her. Katla walked past him, noticing that his hands lifted as though to touch her, before he dropped them and simply watched her every move. When she got to the bed, she sat on the side of it as he’d commanded.

  “Spread your legs wide for me, angel,” he said.

  He nearly lost his breath when she opened her legs, exposing the blond curls and the feminine folds between them to his gaze. His breathing grew shallow and fast. He was nearing the end of his ability to control his raging lust, but he would. Gavin then gave her an order he was not certain she would obey.

  “Pleasure yourself.”

  He watched as confusion filled her face for a few moments, and then she gave a smile that would have tempted Adam from Paradise. He held his breath, waiting to hear the sounds that her body would make as she touched herself.

  She had not done this before. Her uncertain movements spoke of her inexperience, and his own desire urged him to help. He walked over to her and knelt between her legs. When she stopped, probably believing he would do it for her, he laughed.

  “Like this, Katla,” he said, guiding her fingers to the wetness in the depths of her womanly channel and sliding the moisture over the folds to ease her path. “Touch here.”

  Gavin spread her nether lips and placed her fingers on the bud that lay at the center of her sensitivity. As she began to explore her body and seek a way to gain pleasure from her own touch, he lifted her legs, one at a time, removing her shoes and stockings and placing them so that her heels rested on the edge of the bed, giving him a better view of her most private parts. He heard her body begin to sing and knew she would come soon.

  Katla had found a sensitive place and began to rub it in earnest, slower and faster, letting the shivers pass through her at each stroke. She discovered that using one hand to hold the folds of skin open and the other to stroke intensified the feelings. When she glanced at his face, she knew he was pleased. But still it was not enough. She could not do what he had done there and she wanted to feel the heat of his mouth bringing her to completion.

  “Help me,” she begged. “Help me.”

  She held out her hand, motioning to her body. Instead of his mouth, he reached out and thrust his middle fingers deep into her, using his thumb to stroke the fold from bud to opening. When she stopped her own movements, expecting him to finish it, he laughed and pulled her hand back there.

  “Finish it, Katla. Find your pleasure.”

  As long as she touched, he did. As long as she stroked, he did. As long as she rubbed, he did. Her body tightened deep within, weeping even more, and he soon added a third finger to the other two that plunged inside her and stroked their way out. He pressed his thumb as he rubbed, and the feel of it, the pressure of it, made her throb even more. Her legs shook, but he leaned against them to steady them, never relinquishing his hold on her cleft.

  Something snapped within her, and she leaned her head back and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through her. Her body arched against his hand, again and again, but he did not slow his pace. Never ceasing, never slowing, never letting up on the pressure of his thumb, he pushed her over some edge until she screamed out her release. Her body shook and trembled as pleasure pulsed through it.

  “Sing, my angel, sing,” he commanded, and her body arched and sang for him.

  Gavin closed his eyes and felt the spasms around his fingers, the wetness as her release flowed, and he heard the song of her blood and her satisfaction. Against the utter silence in his head, it was a beautiful sound, one that he wanted to hear over and over.

  Fearing that his release would bring an end to the pleasure and the silence, he fought the need to plunge his cock into her depth and spill his seed. He withdrew his hand and placed both palms on the bed on either side of her, panting and clenching his teeth against the nearly overwhelming urge to finish it now. He heard the deep exhalation of her lungs as her body relaxed from the intensity of her release and felt her legs slide off his chest and hang over the bedside.

  Gavin was only waiting for her to recover before he sought his own pleasure. The silence calmed his raging spirit and eased the pain in his head and ears, and for a moment, he thought he could actually hear her breathing. Turning his head to face her, he realized the folly of such a thought when she spoke and the words did not penetrate his deafness after all.

  Katla smiled at him and let out another breath before trying to sit up. She leaned up on her elbows and looked him over, from head to knees before shaking her head. The flush of her skin, the sparkle in her eyes, the becoming blush in her cheeks all told of a woman well sated, and it pleased him to know that she had found such pleasure with him. When she reclined so before him, his mouth watered once more, anxious for a taste of her skin and her arousal and those wonderful, full breasts with their enticing rosy tips.

  If he thought his erection would ease, he was mistaken, for her presence and closeness and the musky smell of her release made him even harder. His cock tented out his trews, clearly visible in its rampant state to both of them. His body readied anew, throwing off more of the scent until her eyes clouded and her hips arched up as though in invitation.

  He would have resisted, he could have resisted, until she pulled her legs up and turned onto her knees, offering her arse to him. His hands had the ties of his trews loosened and his cock fr
eed in moments. It took only a few strokes to arouse her with his hands and fingers in her cleft. Like a female animal in heat, she offered herself higher and higher, rubbing against his hands and pressing against his groin until she was panting again.

  She slid over his cock, spreading her moisture on him. Gavin gritted his teeth against the pleasure of it, reaching around to touch that sensitive bud from the front while she writhed against him, grinding the cheeks and cleft of her arse against his readied flesh. Grabbing his prick in one hand, he spread her cheeks and pressed against the puckered opening once and then again.

  In spite of her body’s movements and enticement, he realized she was untried there, so he slid lower and found the opening to her woman’s channel. There would be time and opportunity to initiate her in the pleasures of the other one soon enough. Right now, his cock felt ready to spill his seed, so he plunged in as deeply as he could, seating himself with ease until his sac touched the curls of her mons.

  Katla arched against him then, grinding her buttocks against his groin, urging him in deeper still. Using her hands to steady herself, she clenched the muscles deep within her channel to hold him tightly. His cock moved with ease and when he moved, he withdrew and then thrust, hitting her womb. She tightened again, clenching his hardness within her, and he laughed. He withdrew, angled his hips differently, and then plunged in again, this time sliding along another part of that place which caused a shivering friction.

  She could not explain the urge she’d had to turn onto her knees and offer him her bottom because she’d never been taken from behind. But she followed her body’s urgings and discovered the excitement of such a position. She could not see his face or tell what he was going to do, and the anticipation increased her pleasure. Even the first tentative movements against her bottom had thrilled, not frightened, her.

  Katla felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back and up, so she moved on her knees until she could lift herself higher for him. When his hand encircled her and teased the still-aching bud between her legs, she dropped her head and keened out at the sensations. It spurred her body on, seeking that satisfaction she’d found just minutes earlier.

  Her muscles screamed out with tension; something wound tighter and tighter within her until she felt his prick lengthen and grow harder in her core. When he thrust in and filled her, she felt the walls holding him spasm and throb, and another release overwhelmed her. The hot bursts of his seed spilling and the moisture of her own second release mixed until even her womb vibrated as her body peaked with his.

  Katla held her body against his as he finished, and then they both fell to the bed. He put his arm around her and pulled her against him, his prick still pulsing at the mouth of her womb. She gasped at every movement, her skin sensitive to any touch now. It took a while for their bodies, their racing hearts, their labored breathing and pulsing blood to calm. He was still hard within her as she drifted off to an exhausted sleep.

  She woke up in the dark of night to find him exploring her body once more. Somehow he’d managed to remove his tunic and trews without moving from his place behind her. Once again, his cock was lodged deep within her. His hands teased her breasts and tickled her skin until she writhed against his hard, hot body. He slowed his movements and turned the bout of bedplay into something quiet and tantalizing.

  Every slide of his prick, every caress, every kiss happened as though they had all the time in the world and all the control in the world, too. And he seemed to. Knowing what awaited her at the end made Katla anxious to reach it, but he soothed her and gentled her under a steady hand. When she tried to hasten her pleasure as he’d shown her earlier, he held her hands above her head and continued his maddeningly slow pace.

  She pleaded with him. She begged him. She promised any number of things, but all the while he moved from one throbbing, aching pleasure point to the next. No words would sway him from whatever course of seduction he’d set.

  When he reached the moment when he decided to end it, he moved like the fury of a winter storm over her, full of breathtaking caresses and unmatched passion until they both screamed out their release.

  Completely satiated and exhausted from their bouts of loveplay, Katla lacked the strength to move. The lethargy robbed her of the ability or the will to leave his bed. As she fell into a deep sleep, one question plagued her.

  How many times could he couple with her in one night and still want more?

  Chapter Eight

  Gavin watched her sleep, afraid to fall into the clutches of that state himself. Hour after hour, he waited for the voices to return, but each time he coupled with Katla his ability to push them away seemed stronger. And he’d coupled with her five times during the night.

  He’d told himself it was simple lust. He’d told himself it was curiosity. He’d told himself many things through that night, but each time he spilled his seed within her, he wanted her more. If she’d been slow to arouse or not willing, he would have stopped, but each time he stroked her body or kissed her mouth or skin, she responded with a full measure of passion that he could not resist or refuse.

  Each time.

  He chuckled then, knowing he was not being completely honest.

  He wanted her for more than the way he felt while wrapped around her in passion’s play. He wanted her for the complete silence that she seemed to create within his tumultuous mind.

  Complete.

  At peace.

  Silent.

  Now, as the rising sun’s light began to creep into his chambers, he swore he would not swive her again as long as she did not ask him to. He could resist the nearness of her warm and lush body if he had to. He could even understand if she refused. She moved then, turning to him in her sleep and murmuring something he thought he could almost hear, and he was hard again.

  Gavin listened, trying to discern whether his ears could hear yet, and trying to ignore the very real call of her body to his. When her hand touched his cock, it twitched to life once more. When her hand encircled his hardness and began to slowly move her fingers up and down the length of it, he met her gaze and knew it was an invitation and not an accidental touch. He lay there, letting her stroke him for as long as he could resist and then rolled over on her, spreading her legs with his and easing right inside her. She gasped as he filled her, arching her back and hips and pulling him in deep, then letting out a soft sigh.

  He heard the sounds inside his mind, but also faintly with his ears.

  “Have I hurt you, Katla?” he asked her, now starting to hear her words. The deafness had lasted for nigh on four days this time, longer than the previous two months.

  “I am sore, but do not stop now,” she said, her voice hoarse as though she’d been shouting too much. He smiled then, for he knew she’d screamed out her release each time she’d reached it and that had been more times than he had. Yes, he knew her throat also must be sore.

  “Then I will do as you bid, lady,” he said, kissing her neck and then her mouth.

  Gavin took his time, moving in and out of her in easy strokes, not too fast or hard or deep, and not too slow. She moved her hips in rhythm with his, not taking him in as deeply as she had during the night, but still bringing him indescribable pleasure. She did not disappoint him, giving full measure of herself and not reaching her peak until he was ready as well.

  This time he could hear the sounds of her body and their cries as they echoed through the chamber. Better, he could hear the sound of her voice as she whispered his name over and over again while the passion subsided in her body.

  And nothing else.

  Gavin listened again. Nothing.

  No thoughts that were not his. No sounds racing through his mind that were not those made by Katla’s body as she blossomed with desire or reached satisfaction. He laughed then, not understanding the silence at all and not willing to jeopardize it by questioning how it happened or why. Rolling off her and pulling her into his arms, he kissed her once more.

  “Do I amuse
you?” she asked, pulling the bedcovers free of their tangled bodies and straightening them.

  “’Tis not you, Katla, but my circumstances that I laugh at,” he replied. “Something has changed, and I know not the why or how of it.”

  He did seem a different person this morn. Last evening, he’d shouted at people who were not there, sounding and appearing mad. She’d witnessed similar behavior when she’d spied on him in the cave. Bouts of uncontrolled rage, shouting, screaming about the pain and noises in his head. She’d watched him consume huge amounts of spirits and healers’ potions. And all of it unsuccessful until now.

  This morn, he seemed at peace with himself. He did not call out to others not present. He did not writhe in pain and demand ale or other intoxicants. He did not seem like some otherworldly truthsayer with powers that others did not possess—he seemed like any other man.

  Something had changed.

  The door to his chambers opened, interrupting whatever he wanted to say to her, and Haakon entered. The Truthsayer did not seemed surprised by his servant’s arrival, but the man stopped and stared, his mouth gaping open, clearly not able to speak whatever words he’d been about to say.

  “Good morrow, Haakon,” the Truthsayer called out to his servant. She watched in silence as he climbed from the bed and accepted the cup his shocked servant held out to him. Unmindful of his nakedness, he drank from it while he walked to the door and opened it to look out on the water.

  “Call for a bath and a meal for us,” he said without looking back at either of them.

  Haakon rushed over, handed him a small, wrapped bundle and whispered something she could not hear. His master, and hers for the next month, spoke softly in reply, too softly for her to hear. She waited for their disagreement to be resolved so that she could get out of bed.

  The conversation ended with Haakon leaving the room, a sour expression on his face. He did not glance at the bed or acknowledge her in any way. The door slammed loudly and she winced at the noise.