“And how will I know if I have won?”
“When you ‘peak’.” He smiled widely as if he were the most brilliant man in the world.
“Peak?” she squeaked out. “With feathers? Are you sure? Have you done this afore?”
“Never, but I am absolutely sure.”
Then he picked up the feather which she had dropped on the floor and began to trace her eyebrows, the lines of her nose, her mole, the edges of her lips. She closed her eyes with a sigh as the delicious caresses progressed.
“Nay, you must keep your eyes open,” he said. “That is another one of the rules.”
“Oh,” she said suspiciously. “Do the rules change as we go along?”
“Mayhap.” He moved on to the undersides of her upraised arms, down her sides, circling her breast. She held her breath, waiting. The circles got smaller and smaller as he edged the feather closer to the center of her breast.
“Do you want me to touch you there?” he whispered seductively.
“I will die if you do not.”
“Well, we cannot have a dead bride on a wedding night, now can we?” he chuckled, and flicked the feathery edges back and forth over her pebbled nipple. Her hands almost slipped from behind her neck with the overwhelming pleasure that flooded her.
“Tell me,” he urged in a passion-thick voice as he began to do the same to her other breast. “Tell me how it feels.”
“I ache. I throb. I yearn for…”
“For what, sweetling?”
“Your mouth on me… suckling, I think… oh, I do not know.”
“Soon, Eadyth, soon. Nay, do not close your eyes. Remember the rules.”
She forced her eyes open and looked downward where his feathery torture had moved to her belly and inner thighs. “Why are those blue veins standing out on your man-thing? Does it hurt?”
Eirik made an odd strangling sound deep in his throat and leaned an arm against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, as if to gain strength. When he opened them again, Eadyth asked with a knowing smile, “Do the rules say you can close your eyes whilst I cannot?”
“Yea, you minx,” he said with a shake of his head.
Eadyth had no mind to tease him after that when Eirik employed his feather on her woman hair. Kneeling before her, he asked her to separate her legs, and Eadyth complied, mindless with yearning now as all the boiling blood in her body seemed to lodge in one tiny nub of sensation. Using the feather, he separated her folds and told her how she looked to him.
As his game progressed, Eadyth began to whimper helplessly, especially when he set the feather to fluttering, like birds’ wings. The ache in her breasts and her woman folds grew and grew, almost to bursting, and Eadyth arched her hips outward, her legs stiffening. Eirik increased the pace of the flickering feather, rapidly, rapidly.
Eadyth wrenched her hands from behind her neck and put them on Eirik’s shoulder for support as her knees grew weak and tiny spasms of pleasure rippled outward from her core. Bright lights exploded behind her closed eyes, and she moaned, “No more, Eirik. No more. ‘Tis too much.”
He dropped the feather and put his face against her taut belly. When he finally stood, Eadyth saw through her passion-glazed eyes that his manhood had grown enormous and a small bead of his seed stood out on its end. His eyes raked her body hungrily and ragged breaths came from his parted lips.
He wanted her, Eadyth could see, and she was pleased.
“Did I lose?” she asked self-consciously as he moved closer.
He flashed her a dazzling smile and lifted her into his arms. “I would say that we both won, sweeding. But now it is my time for the prize.”
He threw her onto the bed and followed immediately after her. Putting his hands on either of her ankles, he pushed upward and outward. He looked down at her appreciatively for one moment only, then plunged into her depths with one long stroke. Eadyth keened with the intense pleasure of being filled by her husband, as they melded together as one.