Free Web NovelChapter 425: Chapter 425
Ragnar’s mouth moved slowly, pressing each kiss firmer against the thin fabric over her breasts. Circe’s breath hitched when his lips closed around one covered nipple, sucking gently through the sheer material. The wet heat of his mouth made the fabric cling even more transparently to her skin and she arched her back without meaning to, pushing herself closer to him.
His free hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before cupping the other breast. He kneaded it softly, thumb brushing over the stiff peak in slow circles. The dual sensation—his mouth on one, his hand on the other—sent waves of sensation straight down between her legs. She could feel herself growing slick, the ache building with every touch.
"Ragnar..." she whispered, her voice already rougher than before.
He hummed against her skin, the vibration traveling through her chest. Then he pulled back just enough to look at her face, eyes dark and focused. Without a word, he shifted her on his lap so she straddled him more fully, her knees bracketing his hips. The new position brought her core directly against the hard length of him straining through his breeches.
Circe rocked her hips experimentally, rubbing herself along his erection. The friction dragged a low groan from his throat. His hands moved to her thighs, gripping them firmly as he guided her movements, encouraging her to keep that slow, grinding rhythm.
He leaned in again, this time capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slid against hers, tasting her, while one hand left her thigh to slip beneath the hem of her nightgown. His palm traveled up her bare leg, higher and higher, until his fingers brushed the curls between her thighs. He pressed there lightly, feeling how wet she already was for him, and circled her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Circe gasped into his mouth, her hips jerking forward into his touch. He kept the pressure steady, stroking her in firm circles while she continued to rock against his cock. The sensation made her thighs tremble.
Ragnar broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw, then down to her neck again. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking lightly enough to leave a faint mark. His fingers never stopped their teasing between her legs, occasionally dipping lower to press against her entrance before returning to her clit.
"You’re so wet already," he murmured against her skin, voice low and rough.
She could only nod, breath coming in short pants now. Her hands had found their way into his hair, fingers tightening as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly. She ground down harder on him, chasing more of that delicious friction against his cock while his thumb worked her faster.
Ragnar’s other hand stayed on her breast, pinching and rolling her covered nipple between his fingers in time with the strokes between her legs. Every touch built on the last, layering sensation until her entire body felt flushed and oversensitive. She could feel the tension rising, her muscles tightening as she got closer to the edge.
He sensed it too. His grip on her thigh tightened, holding her in place as he increased the pressure of his thumb, rubbing her clit with relentless strokes. His mouth returned to her breast, sucking harder this time, tongue flicking over the hardened peak.
Circe’s moans grew louder, less controlled. Her hips moved in short, desperate jerks against his hand and his cock. The ache inside her sharpened, drawing tighter and tighter until—
He suddenly eased the pressure, slowing his thumb to light, teasing brushes that kept her right on the brink without letting her tip over.
A frustrated whimper escaped her. Ragnar lifted his head, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched her flushed face.
"Not yet," he said softly, voice thick with arousal. "I want to keep you like this a little longer."
He pulled her down for another slow, deep kiss, his hand still between her legs, fingers stroking lazily now, maintaining the heat without letting it crest. His cock throbbed against her with every small shift of her hips, reminding her exactly how much he wanted her.
Circe melted into the kiss, letting him control the pace, knowing he would draw this out until she was trembling and begging with every breath. And she was more than willing to let him, entirely powerless against his brand of sweet torture.
Ragnar broke the kiss and he lightly nipped her lip. His hand stayed between her thighs, fingers still teasing her, pressing and circling with that same unhurried rhythm. With his free hand, he hooked a finger under the left sleeve of her nightgown and tugged it down her shoulder. The thin material slid easily, dragging the neckline lower and lower until the fabric caught on the swell of her breast. He kept pulling, exposing more skin with each inch, until her entire left breast spilled free. Her nipple stood tight and glistening, still wet from where his mouth had sucked at it through the sheer cloth earlier.
He repeated the motion on the right side, pulling the sleeve and neckline down until both breasts were bare, heavy and flushed in the low light. Circe’s skin prickled as cool air touched her exposed flesh.
Ragnar leaned in immediately, taking her left nipple into his mouth. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue, then caught it gently between his teeth and nipped. The sharp little sting made her jolt. He switched to the right, sucking harder, tongue flicking fast over the sensitive peak while his fingers between her legs kept working.
Her nightgown had bunched around her waist now. He used both hands to hike the hem higher, shoving the fabric up until it pooled uselessly at her midsection, leaving her completely open to him from the waist down. Two thick fingers slid into her wet sex, pumping slowly in and out while his thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing firm circles. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Circe’s hips rolled forward to meet every thrust of his fingers. She could feel how slick she was, how easily he moved inside her. The wet sounds of his fingers working in and out mixed with her quickening breaths. Pleasure coiled low in her belly, tighter with every stroke, but he kept the pace just slow enough to hold her there, right on the edge.
She looked down at him, eyes glassy with lust and pleading. Ragnar lifted his head from her breast, lips shiny, and met her gaze. His fingers never stopped their steady torment, pushing deep, curling slightly, then dragging back out while his thumb pressed and circled her swollen clit.
"If you want something, you have to tell me," he said, voice low and rough with amusement. "Use your words, my love."
Circe swallowed hard, her body trembling around his fingers.
"Please."
"Please what?"
The words stuck for a moment. The ache inside her was unbearable, every slow thrust of his fingers keeping her right there without letting her fall.
"I want you inside me."
Ragnar’s mouth curved into a slow, devious smirk. "I’m going to need some help with that. My hands are quite full after all."
