Thork nodded, then teased, “All of them filled with loving?”
“Of course!” she said with a weak laugh.
“Don’t you think we should get started then, wench?” he said with a low growl, rolling her onto her back. “We have a quantity of honey to consume.” He put both hands on either side of her face, holding her in place for his hungry kiss. First he licked the honey from the edges of her lips with the tip of his tongue, then outlined the seam. When she parted her lips on a sigh, Thork smiled with satisfaction and laved her entire mouth with wide sweeps of his tongue.
“Mmmm! You taste so good,” he murmured.
“Let me taste,” she urged softly against his lips.
He inserted only the tip of his tongue. She circled it with her own, then drew deeply on the honeyed moisture. “So sweet,” she whispered appreciatively. “Give me more.”
Smiling against her lips, Thork sheathed his tongue in the warm cavern of her mouth, then slowly slid it in and out. Ruby wouldn’t stand for that. She drew on it tightly, then suckled him. Thork felt a spasm of pleasure start in his tongue and travel that invisible line straight to his male organ which jerked against her belly.
He pulled away slightly, panting, and Ruby leaned up, following his lips, wanting to continue the deep kisses.
“Nay,” he said firmly, putting both hands on her shoulders and pressing her down. “As of now, I take over control of these wedding night maneuvers,” he proclaimed in a voice so raw and low he barely recognized it.
He slid down her body, literally, until his mouth was level with her breasts. With a forefinger, he circled the aureole of first one, then the other, then put the finger in his mouth to taste. “So good,” he murmured. Ruby just gazed at him, mesmerized, with parted lips. He repeated his actions, but this time offered the finger to her. She leaned up and licked the tip with her pink tongue, then the slick sides in wide sweeps. Finally she took the whole finger into her mouth, sucked it tightly, then, using both hands, moved it in and out of her mouth in long strokes, simulating the sexual act. Holy Freya! How would it feel if she did that to—
He pulled his finger away abruptly, fearing he would embarrass himself by ending this game prematurely. He moved back to her breasts and consumed every speck of honey with his licking tongue. When he leaned away to inspect his work, Ruby moaned, arching her breasts up off the bed.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Show me,” he choked out.
She put a hand on one breast and the other around the nape of his neck, pulling him down, but he refused to put his mouth to the nipple until she told him exactly what she wanted. Finally she obliged with husky explicitness.
Thork groaned against the hard peak and drew on her again and again, alternating deep pulls with fast flicks of his tongue, until she was keening aloud with urgency, bucking her hips against his in raging need. Then he moved to the other breast, giving it equal, tortuous attention.
When Ruby flailed from side to side and tried to rub herself against his staff, Thork rolled over to his back and refused to allow her to follow him. When he’d got his breathing under control, he moved back, leaning over her.
“Lie still,” he ordered hoarsely, holding her shoulders down with the palm of one hand and moving the other to the honeyed vee between her legs. Groaning at the abundant wetness, most of it made by her own hive, he spread her legs and knelt between them. With sticky fingers, he examined all her intimates recesses, giving particular attention to the bud that swelled and bloomed for him. Spreading her legs wider, he bent her knees so he could see better. Dipping his fingers in the honey pot on the nearby table, he coated the pouting flower framed by engorged pink petals. He circled it, stroked it, then moved it back and forth rapidly until he saw it spasm. Ruby raised her hips off the bed and stiffened on a long moan, “Oh… oh… ooooh!”