TimeSlip by Caroline McCall Page A

for one of the knives, she began to work.
    “It’s after midnight. What are you doing, Ingrid?”
    She was so startled that she almost dropped the plate. The
toned beauty of him never failed to startle her, Six foot three of naked
viking—in her kitchen. Ingrid ran her tongue lightly across her lips.
    “Don’t do that,” he pleaded.
    “Do what?” she asked innocently.
    “That thing with your tongue. It makes me…”
    Ingrid’s glance ranged downward. His cock was already
beginning to stir and even in its semi-engorged state, it was still pretty
impressive. Strom reached for her, rubbing his thumb lightly against her nipple
through the fabric of her robe until it peaked. He stepped closer, his stiff
shaft nudging against her belly.
    “Ms. Sorrenson, I believe that I need you back in my bed
immediately.”
    Ingrid’s hand slipped between them and she stroked his hard
length, feeling a rush of pleasure when he gave a low groan in response.
“Captain Hallstrom, I think you’ll find that it’s my bed and I get to make the
rules.”
    His eyes lit up with a wicked pleasure. “I am yours to
command.”
     
    Ingrid sat back on her heels, pleased with her handiwork.
One naked viking, bound to her bed with an assortment of silk scarves, his
expression a mixture of amusement and hunger. Ingrid selected another scarf,
and straddling his waist, she tied it loosely around his eyes.
    Strom bucked lazily beneath her. “Ms. Sorrenson, you never
cease to surprise me. “What happens next?”
    She pressed a rough kiss against his mouth. “Now, we eat.”
    Strom wrinkled up his nose as she pressed the shell against
his mouth. “What is it?”
    “An oyster. Finn obviously thought that I’d need help to get
you into bed. The fridge is like an aphrodisiac paradise.”
    Strom swallowed the sweet, briny flesh and opened his mouth
obediently for a second and then a third. Ingrid kissed the salty juices from
his chin and ambushed him with a long, slow kiss.
    His hands strained against their bindings, eager to touch
her. “Much as I like the starter, what’s for dessert?”
    Ingrid climbed off the bed and dropped her robe to the
floor. She stood at the foot of the bed contemplating his naked body. “You
are.”
    She kissed her way along his foot and up his calf, pausing
to pay particular attention to the tender skin on the inside of his knee until
he squirmed and tried to wriggle away from her. Ingrid traced a leisurely path
along his inner thighs, nipping with her teeth and making long, slow strokes
with her tongue. The viking had stopped laughing by now, his breath becoming
ragged as her mouth approached his cock. His erection stood stiff and proud, a
small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
    “Ingrid, please…” His voice was low and hoarse.
    Her tongue traced a path from root to tip, swirling around
the crown of his shaft, licking the moisture away.
    “Sweet heavens,” he groaned. “Please, Ingrid, stop this. I
want you.”
    Ingrid’s hand fastened around the base of his staff, and her
mouth descended, taking him, sucking at the crown, flicking her tongue along
the sensitive area behind the head. She heard the sound of tearing silk as
Strom freed himself from his bonds and ripped the blindfold away.
    His eyes blazing with naked lust, Strom grabbed her, pinning
her beneath him. “Oh Ms. Sorrenson, you’re going to pay for that.”
    Ingrid spread her thighs, welcoming him. She had never seen
her viking look so fierce. With one slow thrust he was inside her and she
gasped. Still inside her, Strom raised himself up until he was kneeling and he
lifted her legs until they lay against his shoulders. Ingrid grabbed his hips
for support. She was helpless. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. In
this position, he felt huge.
    Strom rocked gently forward, his pelvic arch rubbing against
her clit and she moaned. He thrust again, in and out, eyes closed, his teeth
gritted in concentration. A thin sheen of sweat covered