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“Perhaps.”
    Hands moving back to the bank, he lifts himself up and sits on the grass. The position puts that delicious looking cock right where I want it. Water drips from the smooth skin, making glistening trails around the head.
    Starting at the base, I lick a line up the bottom side of his shaft all the way to the tip. It bounces in response. The sight makes my nipples harder. Grím shivers. I run my tongue all the way around the head of his cock, nipping at the pliable edges. Slowly, I suck just the head into my mouth. My tongue flicks around the edges, teasing the slit in the end. A moan that sounds almost painful in its intensity issues from him. Hearing it brings a warm gush from deep inside me.
    Hands on his thighs, I draw back and look up at him. Eyes half closed, mouth agape, he’s caught in a euphoric web. Knowing I put him there makes me all the hotter. I reach to cup his balls but he flinches away and grabs my hand.
    He shrugs. “Sorry, trust issues. Those are delicate after all.”
    Smiling, I lean close enough that my breasts brush against his cock. The sensation is electric. “Then I shall handle them with the utmost delicacy,” I say.
    He swallows hard and gives me a slow nod. I run a finger down the length of his cock, slowly approaching his sack. He flinches but doesn’t stop me this time. Gently, I trace my fingers around both balls. The bumpy texture shoots lines of pleasure straight to my core. Dipping down nearly neck deep in the water, I trace my tongue along the lines my fingers just made. A powerful shudder rips through Grím’s body.
    “Oh Kyra,” he cries.
    I cup one of his balls with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth as much as I can. Grím starts to protest but his words dissolve into a primal sound of pleasure. Massaging with my tongue, I explore every inch of one, then the other. Head thrown back, Grím has his arms braced out, hands digging into the grass. I’m not sure which effects me more, that he trusts me to touch him in such a way, or that I was able to bring him such pleasure by doing so.
    Using feather light touches, I drag my lips up the length of his cock. The wet tip slides into my mouth. I go down on the length of him until he hits the back of my throat. Nearly a third of his cock doesn’t fit at this angle. The muscles between my legs convulse at the thought. But I can’t allow myself to get distracted. This isn’t about me, not tonight.
    Keeping my lips tight around his shaft, I make another pass. The feel of his silky soft skin wrapped so tight around his hard shaft makes me moan. The sound causes my lips to vibrate against him. He echoes my moan. I slide up and down his shaft as far as I can, my tongue working at the tip with each stroke. His breathing quickens, as does mine. His hands slip into my hair, cradling my head. I cup his balls in one hand and wrap the other around the base of his cock. I squeeze and massage as I slide my mouth up and down faster and faster. His moans run together until they blend into one continuous sound. Changing the angle, I draw as much of him in as I can. After only two strokes, his hands cup my face, stopping me.
    “Ye have to stop. I’m goin’ to cum,” he gasps.
    I lick my lips then dart my tongue out to catch the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He cries out again. “That is the idea,” I say.
    He shakes his head. “I want to be inside you.” His words, so deep and heavy with need, almost make me give in.
    Steeling myself, I lock eyes with him. “Not this time. Tonight is all about you.” I throw his own words back at him.
    As if in admit of defeat, he groans and leans back again. Grabbing my breasts, I kneel on the shelf in the pool. I can’t resist the urge to flick my fingers over my nipples as I press Grím’s cock between them.  He gasps and mutters something in Nordic again, a plea to Odin for release I think. My lips pull into a grin.
    Squeezing tight, I slide my breasts down the length of his