SITN18
Disclaimer: Do try this at home. Author's note: This is my last chapter for a few weeks. I am off to Florida and then Cincinnati. Will be home on the 31st.
Once Tyr felt that he was close to the bunk, he let Regina slowly slide down his body. He enjoyed the glide of her skin against his; the feel of her cool silk dress slithering over his chest was an interesting counterpoint to their heated flesh. It was still a surprise to him how densely muscled she was, how much strength lay under that sleek ivory skin. Their children would have it too he knew, and the thought pleased him. She pleased him. He had chosen well.
Regina pushed his vest over his shoulders and ran her hands over his well- muscled chest. He was beautiful, the epitome of masculine perfection. She couldn't seem to stop touching him. She wanted to memorize every muscle, catalog every inch of hard flesh. Her hands wandered as far as his waist, then slid around to stroke his back.
Tyr pushed the straps of the dress to the side as he placed a series of gentle bites down her throat and across her shoulder. The bodice was too snug to give any further than the beginning of her bicep. With a growl of impatience, he hooked his fingers in the straps and pulled. The dress tore with a satisfying rip, splitting down the middle. He let the tattered silk drop down her arms to the floor and surveyed his handiwork with approval. Regina was left wearing nothing more than a dark green brassiere, bikini panties, and her high-heeled slingbacks.
The distinctive sound of tearing silk, combined with the sudden coolness, brought Regina just enough out of the sensual haze that had enveloped her to realize that Tyr had just ruined her new dress. She shot him a dark look from under her lashes and decided that turnabout was fair play. Her hands trailed down from his shoulders, over his torso, and settled on his hips. She slid her fingers into the waistband, fully intending to return the favor. As she did, her knuckles brushed against his erection.
The feel of him momentarily distracted Regina from her intentions, and she glided the palm of her hand over him. The feel of him under the silk sent a wave of heat through her. Tyr growled and arched against her hand. His reaction pleased her so much; she did it one more time before grabbing his waistband and jerking.
The thin pants were not any better able to resist than Regina's dress had been, and they swiftly joined the green remnants. Tyr looked down in disbelief at the brown silk pooling around his ankles, then up at Regina. He smiled wickedly when he saw the look of near-awe on her face.
She missed the look, being distracted by what she had unveiled. Tyr had been wearing nothing under the pants. He was now completely bare to her gaze. She had done him an injustice. He was not merely perfect; he was as much a god as his namesake. But looking was not enough. Her palms itched to touch the dark perfection before her. She reached out and stroked her hands over his hips and thighs. Her touch grew steadily bolder, until she held him in her hand. She measured him in her grasp and wondered how she was going to take him. She had never had a partner so well endowed, and it had been a very long time since she took a man to her bed. He threw back his head and grabbed her shoulders for support as she circled him with her hand. She caressed him, glorying in his unrestrained reaction. She had never been with a man who was so open and giving with his responses.
Regina was driving him mad. Tyr let his hands follow her bra to the closure in the back. He found the clasp at the same moment Regina began to stroke him. His coordination abandoned him, and it took several seconds of fumbling to undo the series of hooks. The scrap of lace finally fell away, revealing snowy breasts with the palest pink tips. He brought his hands around to cup them, rolling his thumbs around the areolas.
"Tyr, please." Regina whimpered as he bent down and flicked one nipple with his tongue. The sensation was incredible, but she wanted more. She arched up against his mouth, telling him without words what she needed.
He knew what she wanted, but he only slid his lower lip across the hardened peak. Tyr found that she made the most intriguing sounds when he rubbed his closely cropped beard over her breast. He continued to alternate between textures until she sank one hand into his hair and growled.
The growl ended with a gasp as Tyr finally took the aching tip in his mouth and drew on it strongly. Regina moaned as the sensations shot straight to her core. She wasn't sure how much more pleasure she could take before her knees collapsed. The answer turned out to be, not much. The hand in his hair tightened and she pulled him down with her onto the bed.
Tyr was pressed against the full length of her; the only thing separating them was the thin satin undergarment Regina still wore. He rocked up enough to slide a hand between them. He tugged the last barrier to their mating down over her hips.
Regina lifted up slightly and reached down to help push the underwear off. There was a moment when they caught on her shoes, and she realized with a start that she was still wearing them. She started to sit up to remove them, but Tyr was settling himself back between her thighs. All thoughts about shoes went right out of her head at the feel of him pressing for entry.
Her scent called to him, the intoxicating aroma of an aroused female, beckoning him to take her as his mate. He slid the head into her, pushing slowly against the tight heat. She was wet and ready for his occupation, but it was still an incredibly tight fit. He worked his way deeper into her, sweat rolling down his body as he struggled not to give in to his instinct to thrust in to the hilt.
Regina moaned under him, she had been right to wonder about taking him. It rode the line between pleasure and pain, but her body was slowly opening to him. Once he was seated completely within her, he paused. She could feel him throbbing within her and wondered what he was waiting for. After several moments she moved experimentally under him. Her body had adjusted enough that the movement sent ripples of pleasure through her.
When he felt her arch against him and watched the pleasure move across her face, he knew he could finally let go. He began to thrust into her hard and fast, drinking in her cries of pleasure. When he felt her inner muscles clench around him, it was too much. He threw back his head and roared as his orgasm overtook him.
Disclaimer: Do try this at home. Author's note: This is my last chapter for a few weeks. I am off to Florida and then Cincinnati. Will be home on the 31st.
Once Tyr felt that he was close to the bunk, he let Regina slowly slide down his body. He enjoyed the glide of her skin against his; the feel of her cool silk dress slithering over his chest was an interesting counterpoint to their heated flesh. It was still a surprise to him how densely muscled she was, how much strength lay under that sleek ivory skin. Their children would have it too he knew, and the thought pleased him. She pleased him. He had chosen well.
Regina pushed his vest over his shoulders and ran her hands over his well- muscled chest. He was beautiful, the epitome of masculine perfection. She couldn't seem to stop touching him. She wanted to memorize every muscle, catalog every inch of hard flesh. Her hands wandered as far as his waist, then slid around to stroke his back.
Tyr pushed the straps of the dress to the side as he placed a series of gentle bites down her throat and across her shoulder. The bodice was too snug to give any further than the beginning of her bicep. With a growl of impatience, he hooked his fingers in the straps and pulled. The dress tore with a satisfying rip, splitting down the middle. He let the tattered silk drop down her arms to the floor and surveyed his handiwork with approval. Regina was left wearing nothing more than a dark green brassiere, bikini panties, and her high-heeled slingbacks.
The distinctive sound of tearing silk, combined with the sudden coolness, brought Regina just enough out of the sensual haze that had enveloped her to realize that Tyr had just ruined her new dress. She shot him a dark look from under her lashes and decided that turnabout was fair play. Her hands trailed down from his shoulders, over his torso, and settled on his hips. She slid her fingers into the waistband, fully intending to return the favor. As she did, her knuckles brushed against his erection.
The feel of him momentarily distracted Regina from her intentions, and she glided the palm of her hand over him. The feel of him under the silk sent a wave of heat through her. Tyr growled and arched against her hand. His reaction pleased her so much; she did it one more time before grabbing his waistband and jerking.
The thin pants were not any better able to resist than Regina's dress had been, and they swiftly joined the green remnants. Tyr looked down in disbelief at the brown silk pooling around his ankles, then up at Regina. He smiled wickedly when he saw the look of near-awe on her face.
She missed the look, being distracted by what she had unveiled. Tyr had been wearing nothing under the pants. He was now completely bare to her gaze. She had done him an injustice. He was not merely perfect; he was as much a god as his namesake. But looking was not enough. Her palms itched to touch the dark perfection before her. She reached out and stroked her hands over his hips and thighs. Her touch grew steadily bolder, until she held him in her hand. She measured him in her grasp and wondered how she was going to take him. She had never had a partner so well endowed, and it had been a very long time since she took a man to her bed. He threw back his head and grabbed her shoulders for support as she circled him with her hand. She caressed him, glorying in his unrestrained reaction. She had never been with a man who was so open and giving with his responses.
Regina was driving him mad. Tyr let his hands follow her bra to the closure in the back. He found the clasp at the same moment Regina began to stroke him. His coordination abandoned him, and it took several seconds of fumbling to undo the series of hooks. The scrap of lace finally fell away, revealing snowy breasts with the palest pink tips. He brought his hands around to cup them, rolling his thumbs around the areolas.
"Tyr, please." Regina whimpered as he bent down and flicked one nipple with his tongue. The sensation was incredible, but she wanted more. She arched up against his mouth, telling him without words what she needed.
He knew what she wanted, but he only slid his lower lip across the hardened peak. Tyr found that she made the most intriguing sounds when he rubbed his closely cropped beard over her breast. He continued to alternate between textures until she sank one hand into his hair and growled.
The growl ended with a gasp as Tyr finally took the aching tip in his mouth and drew on it strongly. Regina moaned as the sensations shot straight to her core. She wasn't sure how much more pleasure she could take before her knees collapsed. The answer turned out to be, not much. The hand in his hair tightened and she pulled him down with her onto the bed.
Tyr was pressed against the full length of her; the only thing separating them was the thin satin undergarment Regina still wore. He rocked up enough to slide a hand between them. He tugged the last barrier to their mating down over her hips.
Regina lifted up slightly and reached down to help push the underwear off. There was a moment when they caught on her shoes, and she realized with a start that she was still wearing them. She started to sit up to remove them, but Tyr was settling himself back between her thighs. All thoughts about shoes went right out of her head at the feel of him pressing for entry.
Her scent called to him, the intoxicating aroma of an aroused female, beckoning him to take her as his mate. He slid the head into her, pushing slowly against the tight heat. She was wet and ready for his occupation, but it was still an incredibly tight fit. He worked his way deeper into her, sweat rolling down his body as he struggled not to give in to his instinct to thrust in to the hilt.
Regina moaned under him, she had been right to wonder about taking him. It rode the line between pleasure and pain, but her body was slowly opening to him. Once he was seated completely within her, he paused. She could feel him throbbing within her and wondered what he was waiting for. After several moments she moved experimentally under him. Her body had adjusted enough that the movement sent ripples of pleasure through her.
When he felt her arch against him and watched the pleasure move across her face, he knew he could finally let go. He began to thrust into her hard and fast, drinking in her cries of pleasure. When he felt her inner muscles clench around him, it was too much. He threw back his head and roared as his orgasm overtook him.
