That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life, which is saying something since the last time he made me come was the most intense too.

Ragnar is an incredible lover. Attentive, caring, delicate and rough at just the right moments. He moves up and lies beside me, one arm across my middle and his leg laid over mine. His huge cock digs into my side, massive is an understatement.

I want him.

I need him to take me, to claim me.

I'm going to do this.

Or at least try. I don't know if my body can handle him. He's so… big and ridged. Don't forget the ridges.

But I know he will never hurt me. If I can't handle it, he'll stop. He'll understand. I know he will.

Catching my breath as the last vestiges of my orgasm pass, I turn my head and kiss him. Soft, gentle kisses.

My hand trails along his side.

His hard, lightly scaled body is a pleasure to touch. Reaching his hips I trail my fingers over the lower part of his sculpted, lean abs and down across those muscles. I don't know the term for them and not all men have them but Ragnar does and my god do they turn me on. Those hard line muscles that dive from his abs down to where you know there's a beautiful cock.

He pulls back from my kiss, looking into my eyes and arching an eyebrow. Biting my lip, I nod to his unspoken question.

"Yes," I say. "Slow. We'll go slow."

He seems to understand.

The tie of his pants falls free and I slide my hand inside the cloth, continuing to trace the line of his muscles.

I can't suppress a shudder when my fingers find his cock.

It's so damn big!

Hard, pulsing, ready to go if only I can take it.

Running my fingers from the base of his shaft to the top I let the tips trail lightly along. Ragnar groans, his eyes rolling up into his head.

The underside of his cock is silky suede.

Up and down I move my fingers. Reaching the top, I find hints of his stickiness as his dick jumps under my touch. He groans my name and slick desire pools between my thighs.

His hips make the smallest of thrusts back and forth and I know his desire for me is overwhelming. Palpable. It makes me feel bold.

Nibbling his lower lip I stroke his cock faster.

I kiss my way from his lips down to his chest. Muscled, rippling with strength, a marble sculpture of perfection brought to life. Tracing the bulging lines with my tongue I never let my fingers stop playing with his huge cock.

His fingers trace circles on my skin as I move down.

Down his stomach and lower. Slowly, inexorably I move lower.

He lifts his hips and slides his pants up and over. His cock stands erect, straining for the stars, a beautiful specimen of desire and need.

I know it's big. I've seen it but I didn't take time to appreciate it it before. It's at least as big around as my fist. The underside is soft flesh while the top is a series of ridges slanted back into each other creating a wave leading down to his pelvis where the base ridge juts out.

Tracing the soft underside with my tongue, he cries out my name again. My heart leaps into overdrive, my pulse pounding in my ears and between my legs.

As I slide back down his shaft, I get it.

That base ridge will hit my clit.

I get it. We're compatible.

All of which means he may be big, but I can take it. I can have him.

Reaching the head of his cock I trace the ridge with my tongue.

His cock is too big for my mouth, I can only fit my lips around the head. He tangles his hand in my hair and hisses, urged on by his pleasure I press my tongue to the underside and suck.

"Olivia," he groans a warning. He can't take much more.

Climbing up along his body I pass over his cock, letting it slide along my pussy, the length parting my nether lips.

I shift until the head of his massive, pulsating cock is at my opening.

He puts his hands on my hips, stopping my downward motion.

He says something, concern in his eyes.

Biting my lip, I nod, resting my hands on his chest.

He loosens his grip but keeps his hands on my hips.

I'm on top and fully in control. I slide lower until his giant cock pierces me, the first ridge makes me groan in disbelief. It feels so good to have him in me. Pausing, I close my eyes and enjoy it.

Slowly I go lower.

Ragnar's hands on my hips flex, his eyes close and he releases a breath in a slow hiss. His face is so beautiful.

The urge to make him lose control makes me lose my own.

I'm so wet and so ready I rock forward until he's fully inside. I'm filled beyond belief, the ridges of his cock rub me just the right way and that base ridge!

Oh my god, the ridge. It rubs right against my aching clit.

I can't help but to ride his immense cock, thrusting my hips forward and grinding against that beautiful ridge.

"Olivia," he groans.

"Yes!" I cry, both hands on his sculpted chest.

He pushes himself up until he's upright and I'm in is lap, pierced to the core. He grasps my ass in both hands and dominates my mouth with his.

I'm not in control anymore.

Ragnar thrusts his hips and devours me with tongue.

He moves us both in hard, fast motions that leave me little time to breath. My orgasm is an approaching freight train.

It hits me harder than I could have ever imagined. My entire body tenses as my pussy convulses, milking his prodigious cock. He grips my hair tightly and rapidly pistons his hips until he cries out in release, his seed spilling inside my womb.

He kisses me. Soft, gentle, caring kisses that send thrills through my body while my heart slows back to a normal pace.

Swinging my leg around, I move to lie beside him, resting my head on his shoulder, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingertips. His spent cock lies between his legs, so impressive and I took it. All of it.

I can't help the smile that plays on my lips.

My pussy still throbs.

His cock jerks, then it slides down. Another cock rises and stands up erect and ready.

"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaim sitting up.

Ragnar looks at me with confusion on his face.

Eyes wide, I point at his… his… second cock!

"What in the hell?"

Ragnar smiles, rising onto his elbow, leaning in closer until his lips claim mine.

This guy just keeps getting better and better.