Page 78 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 32

Peer stood in frontof the mirror over the dresser in the bedroom after oiling his beard and braiding the whiskers together several times before putting a small rubber band at the bottom. She studied his nightly ritual with interest. All the Nordic men in Slag took pride in their hair, including facial whiskers.

He caught her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. The heated look warmed her.

She walked to him and hugged him from behind. "Do all Norwegian men wear their hair long and do the braid thing?"

"Nei. Most Slag members do it to honor our Viking ancestors. It was a ritual to bathe and adorn their hair in braids on Saturday after winning a battle."

"Why Saturday?"

He chuckled. "To get the girls during the celebration."

She placed her hand on his hard stomach while slipping the fingers of her other hand into his boxers. His cock pulsed in her grip, hardening, growing, until the tips of her fingers no longer touched her palm.

His abdomen steeled. She placed her cheek against his back, listening to his heartbeat. He was such a solid presence in her life.

Peer stood in place. She stroked him slowly, enjoying having him here and the ability to touch, play, love him whenever she wanted—which was all the time.

His quick intake of breath filled the room. Her nipples peaked, and she closed her eyes. Aroused because of his arousal, she placed her lips on his bare back.

"You better..." He groaned. "Stop before you waste it."

His pleasure, to her, would never be wasted. She let go and slid around his body to the front of him. His lust-filled eyes made her knees weak. She bent her legs, going to go to the floor and take him in her mouth, but he slipped his hands under her armpits and lifted her up, putting her ass on the dresser.

She gasped, taken by surprise at his intent to change positions with her.

He spread her legs without taking his gaze off her eyes. She grabbed onto the edge of the dresser with her legs open to him.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

Her lower stomach fluttered. She was wet for him.

He trailed his finger around one of her nipples. She swayed, her body threatening to buckle on her. His touch stole the strength right out of her spine.

She raised her arms and held on to his shoulders. Hypnotized on his finger, circling, drawing, tickling.

Goosebumps came over her skin. She trembled. He had that power to melt her with the littlest of attention from him.

She arched her back, silently begging him for more. He lowered himself and took her nipple in his mouth. Yes.

The sweet draw shot desire to her core. She ran her fingers through his hair and cradled his head. He was sexy even when he wasn't trying to be.

His shoulders carried the responsibilities for so many people. She moved her hands down, appreciating the broadness of his body.

Peer went down to his knees. His mouth came off her.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and clamped down, reading the purpose in his gaze. The urge to move, rub, and twine herself around him almost unbearable.

He put his hand on her stomach and spread his fingers, changing her position. She leaned back and grabbed onto the dresser again. Arched to make room for his head, she slipped her legs over his shoulders to balance.

His blond hair lowered between her legs. Her eyes closed at the initial sweep of his warm, soft tongue.

"Peer?" Her limbs trembled.

No matter how long they tried to stretch out their lovemaking, she had little control. He loved as skillfully with his mouth and tongue as his cock.

Tighter and higher, she absorbed everything. Unable to move her sex against him, she fisted his hair and pulled.