Instead of climbing on top of her, he rolled her so that she lay flat on her stomach. Even with her face pressed into the mattress, she could still feel the heat of his gaze on her skin as he no doubt took in the sight before him. A moment passed and nothing happened. Then his rough fingers traced a slow line down her spine, and she sighed at the contact, her core throbbing once more.
Circe felt the weight of Ragnar's body settle over her, his knees bracketing her thighs as he pressed forward. The head of his cock nudged into her, slick from their earlier release, and she arched her back slightly to ease his entry. He slid in steadily, until his hips met her ass, filling her completely in this prone position, pressing against spots that made her toes curl into the sheets.
