Vikings Imagines

Arguing with Ubbe Part 4

Warning: mature content

"What?!" I half exclaim, propping myself up on one arm, my eyes almost popping out of my head. I groan as my stomach aches, flopping back down.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay. I told him I have to make things right with you. He understood." His calm demeanor confuses me, and I watch as he pulls the blanket back so he can examine my bruise once again.

"Aren't you afraid he's going to tell Margrethe where you are?" I try to stay focused on the subject at hand, but watching him climb on top of me is more than distracting. Ubbe now hovers over me, his hands on either side of my head. He smiles down at me and I can feel myself blushing.

"He won't tell her. He likes her and all, but Hvitserk is smarter than that. Besides, what would I care? I told you I want to make things right with you. Nobody will stand in the way of that. Not Hviterk or Margrethe." He dips down, closing the space between our bodies. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hard bulge against my thighs. Another smirk creeps on to his face. I roll my eyes and smile. It's annoying how far under my skin he is.

"I still haven't kissed you properly." He muses, his tone shifts as his eyes linger down my naked body. The smile fades from his face, sending my heart into a frenzy. He leans in close, licking his lips. I watch as his eyes alternate between my breasts, mouth, and eyes. He stops just before his lips meet mine, filling me with anticipation.

"Tell me you forgive me" he mutters, barely touching his lips to my own. My eyes flutter closed, hunger for him overcoming me.

I move my hand to the back of his neck and pull him down to me, forcing our mouths to meet. Both of us exhale into the kiss, letting it overcome the both of us. One of Ubbe's hands runs down my body and grips at my thigh, hitching it up on to his waist. I buck my hips up at him, needing to feel him inside of me. I lick his bottom lip begging for entrance, but am instead met with his other hand on my throat. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away, gripping at the sides of my neck.

"Not until you say you forgive me" he whispers with a sly smile. I pretend to frown, earning me a laugh. I smile with him before biting down on my bottom lip.

Ubbe removes his hand from my throat and pushes the blankets completely off of us and settles himself between my legs. He sits on his knees, his hard member begging to be touched. I lay before him with my legs spread, my entire body on perfect display. His hands slowly edge up my legs, gradually closing in on my core. One finger slips into my folds, causing me to moan. He begins moving his finger treacherously slow over my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Please" I whisper, arching my back off the bed. I have to feel him inside of me. I've waited far too long. I grasp at my breasts with one hand while mustering up the courage to say the words. "I forgive you. I forgive you, Ubbe." I whimper breathlessly, needing him now.

"Fuck" he says while eyeing me over, licking his lips. In an instant his mouth is back on mine and he's suspended over me once more. I feel him pump himself a few times before rubbing the tip of his hard dick on my entrance. In an instant I feel him filling me completely, pushing every inch of himself inside of me. We both moan in ecstasy, each having secretly waited for this moment since we met. Ubbe finds a perfect pace, not too slow but not too aggressive. I watch as his mouth parts, groans and moans escaping his lips. His head dips down and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. I push my hands into his hair and tug as he picks up the pace. The sound of our pleasure echoes through the cabin, almost being drown out by the storm raging outside. I throw my head back as Ubbe hits my cervix, causing me to gasp at the pleasure and pain.

"I'm... im..." I try to tell him I'm close to cumming, but can't manage full words. He begins pumping faster, our bodies smacking together. I cry out as I reach my orgasm, Ubbe following right behind me, finishing inside of me.

He slowly pulls out and drops next to me on his back, pushing his arm around me and pulling me into him. He kisses the top of my head as we catch our breath, our chests rising and falling in time with one another's. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow and prop my chin on his chest.

"So now what?" I ask, bracing myself for the worst. In the back of my mind I fully expect him to retreat back to Margrethe. What happened between us was too good to last. Ubbe opens his eyes and smiles at me, placing his hand on my cheek.

"Well now I suppose I should go home." He pauses, trying to gauge my reaction. I sit totally still, unsure of how I might react when this soaks in. Ubbe pulls my attention back to him before continuing. "So I can break things off with Margrethe, Eira. Geez." He pulls my face to his, kissing me passionately but sweetly. "Then I'm coming right back here to you. I'm not wasting any more time with you. I told you, I love you. I fully plan on making you mine and having many children with you. But first, we sleep."

A giant smile covers my face and I kiss him again before turning over and pressing my body into his, lulled to sleep by the sound of the rain and feeling of my love holding me tightly.