Crimson and Steel by Ric Bern Page A

the moon.
    “There is a niche where we may sit,” Ulf said, pulling her closer. “I rest here when I wish to feel rejuvenated.”
    The he stepped from the granite ledge and into the swirling water, his foot catching another ledge so that the water came just below his knee. He stepped down with his other leg, then gripped the upper ledge and eased himself into a sitting position. Ulf held his strong arms up for Asmin, and he helped her into his lap in the warm, roiling mineral bath. Maneuvering her swiftly, he positioned her so that she faced him and straddled him.
    He captured her lips, suckling her, and nuzzling her nose with his own as his light beard chaffed against her smooth flesh. His calloused palms slid under the surface of the water and caressed her back, his fingertips smoothing up and down the line of her spine as he drew her tongue into his mouth. Asmin’s breasts bobbed in the water, and her nipples scraped tantalizingly against his weathered chest as they moved, forcing him to pull back and look at them. He admired them, closing both hard paws on her teardrop-shaped bosoms and hefting their weight. His smoldering emerald gaze went from her face and back to her chest, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
    Asmin let out a shuddering coo and cupped her slender fingers on his nape under his shaggy mane. Closing her eyes and arching back her neck in total surrender, she rose up on her knees and took her left breast in her hand. She leaned in and offered her erect nipple to him.
    Ulf closed his lips on her breast and suckled, hollowing his cheeks and drawing her pink nubbin painfully into his mouth. His broad tongue swirled over the tiny nubs of her breast, and Asmin felt her pussy engorge and flush with nectar. She stifled a cry to Ishtar as his leathery palms went to her rear under the water, and he rolled her ass. He squeezed and clutched his fingers as he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged. He then turned his attention to her right breast and gave a throaty hum of satisfaction.
    Asmin laced her fingers in his hair, dug them gently into his scalp, and scratched his head. She nuzzled his hair as he nursed from her, then called out and whined pitifully as one of his searching digits penetrated her sex. Her sheath clenched on to his thick knuckles, and she stiffened. She whimpered, leaning back her head and biting her lower lip, as Ulf slowly moved his finger inside her.
    The barbarian released her breast and looked at her, the fire returning to his eyes. Reaching between them under the water, he took his cock in his fist. Asmin rose up on her knees to align herself properly and impaled herself on his prick. His dick split her slowly as she nestled onto his lap, inching down his shaft in a series of shivers. Once firmly in place, she wanted to show him how grateful she was for his hospitality.
    Asmin ground down on his shaft, gyrating her hips in languid circles as she lavished his neck with her lips and breathed hotly in his ear. Her sharpened nails returned to his nape, and he growled. She had found his special spot. Fingernails scratched and teased his neck as she bucked her hips against his, grinding her mound on his lower abdomen and working her pussy on his prick. She flexed her inner muscles and tightened her grip on his manhood. She kissed his throat and purred, then flicked her tongue over his nipple.
    In a moment he turned her around, yet he never removed his cock. She still straddled his lap, but now she faced away from him. The sudden, forceful movement had urged her body to release a torrent of nectar. She felt aroused at how much she enjoyed being manhandled by this brute. Mostly rich, old men had bedded her, not a virile woodsman like Ulf. Then he scooted forward on the granite bench so he could find purchase with his feet. He leaned forward and gripped Asmin by her upper arms and thrust into her vigorously. She could do naught but cry out.
    Her only connection to Ulf was his cock, and his