"Yours." The hoarseness in Nathaniel's voice did strange things to her insides.
Sigrun jumped to her feet, suddenly very impatient. Better get going before he has a chance to overthink things.
Taking his hand, she gave him her most dazzling smile. "Come on, then. This should be exciting!"
Nathaniel chuckled dryly as he followed her up the stairs. "You think? Let's hope I don't disappoint you."
She looked back over her shoulder, trying to read his mood. "You can't. I've never been with a human before."
His face turned funny for a moment, and she wondered whether this had been a stupid thing to say. It was true, though, and she was actually really curious. According to everything she knew, they should be... compatible, but she couldn't help but wonder what he looked like under those tight leather pants, and how he would compare to the dwarves she'd been with.
"Well, we're even then." He had regained his composure, and his tone was light. "I've never been with a dwarf either."
They had reached her room and she quickly glanced around, steering him towards her own bed. As she had feared, his eyes fell on Velanna's empty cot as soon as he sat down, and he sighed briefly. Before he had time to change his mind, she moved to straddle him and press another kiss to his lips.
He seemed surprised, but he responded eagerly, running his hands all over her back while he kissed her deeply. Once more, a pleasant tingle spread in her belly and her breasts thrummed with desire. Nathaniel wasn't unaffected either. He hummed softly as his lips trailed down her neck, and when she pressed a hand to his chest, she could feel his heart beating wildly.
"Too many clothes." Her voice sounded strange to herself, rough and full of longing.
"Agreed." He reached for the laces of her shirt and untied them, one by one, placing kisses on every inch of skin that became visible.
His lips were warm and soft, but she was too impatient for this. Pushing him back, she grabbed the hem and yanked the shirt over her head. Without looking at him, she quickly took off her breastband, pausing when she heard him gasp. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. What if he didn't like her breasts? They were on the small side, but they were firm and high, and none of her lovers had ever complained. Still, most human women she knew were a lot... curvier.
She needn't have worried. There was nothing but sincere appreciation in his eyes as he reached out for her and carefully cupped one breast in his hand. He was gentle, and she was glad of it. Sigrun had never enjoyed having her nipples handled roughly; pinched and tugged and bitten. She preferred a much softer approach and, when he bent down to circle them lightly with his tongue, she was only too eager to let him know he was doing it right.
His own shirt came off next, and she ran her hands approvingly over his wide chest, then down to his taut stomach. He leaned into her touch, visibly savouring it, his eyes heavily lidded with pleasure. Plucking up her courage, she palmed the bulge in his pants with enough pressure to make him feel it through the leather. He hissed sharply at her touch, but he didn't object. She ran an experimental hand up and down. Ancestors, he was a decent size, and then some!
For a moment she was uncertain how to proceed, but then he lifted her off his lap and turned with her to put her down on the bed. He seemed to be well over his initial inhibitions by now, and there was no hesitation in his demeanour as he unlaced her pants and pulled them down. When she arched an eyebrow toward his crotch, he grinned and took off his own breeches. Their smalls followed suit, leaving them both naked. Sigrun had resolved not to stare too obviously but, once again, her curiosity got the better of her.
Nathaniel stretched out next to her with an amused smile. "Well? Have you looked your fill?"
She shook her head. "Not yet. But I will stop if it bothers you."
"It doesn't. Take your time." He grew serious, taking her hand and pulling it up to his lips, breathing a kiss on her knuckles.
It was an oddly courteous gesture, and it made her blush. "Thank you. I guess. You're quite a pleasant sight, you know."
Nathaniel was surprised at how sincerely happy her compliment made him. And it was easy to return it. "You are very nice to look at yourself."
He let his eyes roam freely down her trim, taut body, lingering lovingly on her wide hips and the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. The urge to taste her suddenly became almost overwhelming. It must have shown on his face, because she laughed softly.
"Had enough of taking it slow?" She sat up and in one fluid motion bent down to lick a long, firm stripe along his cock, making him gasp in shock. "Me, too."
She winked up at him and repeated the action, but this time he was prepared, and determined not to be outdone. A quick pull on her legs brought her into his reach, though he had to curl up to be able to place his head on her thighs. But it was worth it, more than worth it, for the little helpless noises she made when his tongue parted her folds and delved deep inside her.
Maker, it has been too long! The taste and scent of her, combined with the quick flicks of her tongue against his cock, nearly made him come undone far too early. Taking deep breaths, he recited the names of all known Divines since the foundation of the Chantry in his head. His tutor had been a stickler for learning things by heart, and the thought of the old man's sour face was very helpful in keeping his arousal in check.
Yet, judging from the way Sigrun was arching against his mouth, there was no need to wait much longer. When her sighs turned into long, drawn-out moans, he decided it was time.
Letting go of her legs, he turned and pulled her into a long kiss. "I want you. Now." As soon as their lips parted, he breathed the words against her cheek, smiling when she shuddered briefly.
"Then what are you waiting for?" She looked adorable, all flushed, her lips pink and swollen; her eyes almost feverish.
He kissed her again before he answered. "Your... consent, I guess. How do you want to do this?"
Sigrun rolled her eyes. "I consented fairly thoroughly, don't you think?" Still, he could see she was secretly pleased. "On your back. I need to make sure you don't smother me."
Nathaniel grinned, but he lay back willingly, pulling her on top of him. He didn't mind. In his experience, this was a good position for the first time with a new partner, as it left the tempo of the coupling up to the woman. Plus, he enjoyed the view.
He had thought himself too jaded to make a big deal of this but, when Sigrun lowered herself down on him, taking him in deep, her heat snug and tight around his cock, there was a curious flutter in his stomach. She felt good, more than good, but that wasn't all. Meeting her gaze, he lost himself in her eyes, unable to look away or to break the spell.
Here they were, as closely joined as any two people could be, and it felt right. He almost hoped she would never start to move, knowing it would take them far too soon to the point where they would have to part again.
"Sigrun." He cupped her cheek with one hand, tracing the pattern of her tattoos. "You are..." None of the words he could think of seemed adequate.
She smiled at him and rolled those lovely wide hips in a perfect smooth motion and he lost all capacity for coherent speech. Maker! Before he knew it, he was thrusting up underneath her, eager for more friction, more heat, more of her. Some small part of him was embarrassed at the noises he made as he struggled to hold back just a little longer, only a few moments, but there was no way he could restrain himself any more. He almost blacked out when he came, shaking with the sheer intensity of it.
When he had gathered his wits enough to meet Sigrun's gaze, she was looking at him fondly, almost indulgently. "Good?"
"More than good." Every nerve in his body was tingling. She'd been right. He hadn't felt so alive in months.
He pulled her into another kiss, running his hand down her stomach to where their bodies were still joined. Very slowly, he ran a finger through her damp curls until he found what he was looking for. She shuddered violently and he did his best to not touch her directly, guessing that it would be too much. But he wanted her to come with him still inside her, so he kept up his soft, careful caresses until she cried out sharply, her face contorting with lust; her body clenching so tightly around him that he slipped out of her. He held her until the shaking subsided, pressing soft kisses into her hair.
"Thank you," she muttered, hiding her face against his chest.
"No, thank you." Gently, he took hold of her chin and made her look at him. "Thank you so much, Sigrun."
"Will you stay the night?" She yawned widely. "I know the bed is narrow, but I promise not to hog the blanket."
He pretended to ponder her question, but he had a hard time hiding his happy smile. "I don't know. Promise you'll keep me warm?"
"Oh, I will." Sigrun grinned back at him. "By any means necessary."
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