Nordic Lessons

by Christine Edwards

  I lean in so she can hear me over the engines. “You ride well for someone who’s never driven one of these, babe. C’mon, hop off and pull out your camera. Can’t take any while driving and the light’s gonna be nonexistent in just over an hour.”

  She hops off, pulls down her neck gaiter and smiles up at me. “I hope my camera still works in these temperatures. I will never, ever complain about cold, dreary London days ever again. Svalbard takes cold to an entirely new level!”

  If I have my way, she’ll never live in England again. I want her with me, in my life on a daily basis, forever. Every day I think the ache, the mental and physical need will lessen but it only hooks me deeper. I know it, can feel it to the depths of my soul. I’m in love with her. It’s a stone cold fact.

  I stare down at her as she fucks around with the lens cap just before slinging the strap over her neck. Sven walks closer to us. In English he tells her, “Okay, Elora, the male looks like he is focused on the hunt. See how he’s perched on the edge of the ice here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Their main diet is ringed seal, and the bears are very powerful swimmers. All those layers of fat keep them from freezing. Take your pictures now, because he looks like he’s about to go after something. I’ll get out my binoculars and scout for more. The other day there were seven of them in this area, so they shouldn’t be too far away. After you take your pictures we need to head across to the glacier. We want to be certain to return to Longyearbyen well before twilight.”

  She adjusts her lens a few times and begins to get busy. Her arms are trembling slightly.

  “I’m sorry we couldn’t bring anything hot to drink out here, but it’s just not safe. We’ll get you a nice spiked hot cider when we hit the lodge, baby.”

  Still peering through her lens she says, “No, really, I love it out here. I never knew that someplace like this existed. I can’t thank you enough. Truly, it’s astounding and I’m already sad that we have to go back tomorrow.”

  I step behind her and spread my legs open in a wide stance while holding her around the waist. Sven is busy scoping out shit with his binoculars when I lean low to murmur against the right side of her hood, “We’ve got a lot to explore tonight, new sights and sounds. Are you looking forward to it?”

  Her head turns and her mouth parts lightly as she breathes out, “Oh, yes.”

  “Good, baby, that’s what I like to hear.”

  “Ah, ha!” Sven calls out in excitement and points off to his left. “I’ve spotted a mother with two cubs. I think it’s best we stay here so as not to disturb them, but your lens should be able to capture them in detail, Elora. Here, take my binoculars and have a look.”

  We walk over to him and she takes the long-lens binoculars from his gloved hands. After a moment she exclaims, “They are so adorable!” She hands the binoculars back and fumbles with her camera, saying, “I have to get some good ones of these little guys, Mikkel. Take a look.” Seeing the giant smile on her face, I feel my heart swell as I stare at her. She’s so damn vibrant, like an angel, and I can’t wait to have my wicked way with her tight, sweet ass the moment we hit that damn lodge.

  “Mikkel!” She shrieks with laughter and smacks playfully at my bare chest as I haul her in closer for a kiss. We’ve only been in the floor to ceiling teakwood sauna for a few minutes, but we’re both already drenched.

  I release her waist and tell her, “Lose the towel, sweetheart.”

  She holds it tightly to her chest and says in a worried tone, “Mikkel, someone could walk in on us. No, I’m not taking it off.”

  My voice drops a few levels to a low rumble, “Behave, Elora. I paid the front desk guy nine hundred kroner to keep anyone else away for the next hour. Now, unless you want to earn additional punishment, I suggest you curb that sassy mouth, woman, and drop the towel. Now.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispers, all wide-eyed and completely fuckable.

  Easy, big boy, nice and slow. I want to shove into her like a stag in season but I pull in a deep, calming breath and prop my arms out wide on the upper deck behind my back.

  With the steam swirling between us, she unclasps the fabric and allows the towel to drop to the slatted floor. The vision of her glistening body nearly stops my heart. She can’t be real …. And on top of all that she’s kind, good. Shit, I already want her to be the mother of my children. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is happening to me?

  “Very nice. Now, I’m gonna keep my arms put and I want you to undo my towel and climb up onto my lap, baby.”

  Her little pink tongue peeks out to wet her full lips and she glances sidelong at the door.

  “Eyes, babe. Nobody’s coming in here, and if they do, I’ll kick them the fuck out. Now do as your told, little one.”

  Her eyes glaze over with desire at my dominant tone of voice. She takes the two steps, reaches down and undoes my towel. She gives a little gasp of surprise as my dick jerks forward, so damn hard it feels like it’s made of reinforced steel. It’s been a long damn day, I’ve gotten a taste of her, and already I want that soft pussy of hers on a regular basis.

  “That’s right, good girl, now hold onto my shoulders and climb up. I want to see your riding skills.”

  A low moan works its way out of her throat as she does as she’s told. Once she’s hovering inches above me, I whisper, “Is that sweet pussy nice and wet like I think it is, baby?”

  Her damp cheeks tinge pink as she answers me, “It is, Master, it always is for you.”

  “Good girl. Now take me in your hand and guide me in—want you to feel me so deep that it’s like I’m up in your throat, Elora.”

  She exhales a shaky breathy, clearly aroused. She sighs and says, “Mmm … Master.”

  My palms press hard into the hot wood. Her tits are right in my face. The anticipation is thick as the steam as I rasp, “Move closer. Wanna suck on those tight nipples while you take me, sweetheart.”

  She arches in close and I swipe my tongue up one hard, eager bud.

  “Oh God, yes,” she moans while lowering herself down, spreading her slick legs wider so my cock can fill her to the hilt. Her tight heat is fucking magnificent. I can’t wait to watch her ride me. I love it when she lets her guard down, that veneer of politeness, and gives into her primal need.

  “Ohh, oh! Master, it’s so hard, so good.”

  “More, work yourself down lower on it. You can take me deeper. Make me proud, sub,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

  She pants and grinds her hips down until her wet, round ass is smack against my thighs. Leaning in, she breathes in shallow pants against my lips, “Oh God, Mikkel, I feel all of you, so wide and throbbing, Master, so perfect.”

  I press a kiss on her lips before snaking my tongue out to lick across the seam.

  In a steely voice, I tell her, “Show Master your skills. Want you to ride me hard, Elora. Fuck me like you mean it, like you can’t live without it. I want you to give me everything and let go when you feel it bearing down on you. After you cum, keep riding me ’til you get me off too, baby.”

  “Oh, Master.” Her eyes glitter with lust as she plants her palms on my damp shoulders. She begins a slow pump of her hips, working herself up and down my straining sex. I can feel how completely stretched she is around me. I’ve never been this hard in my life. I grind my teeth harder and try to think of ice hockey stats in order to outlast her. Her soft moans are loud and constant as she increases the tempo. She’s so fucking wet that I can feel it running down between my thighs. Aww, fucking hell!

  “That’s right, baby, ride me good and hard, just like that, show me how you love to take Master’s cock.”

  The dirty talk incites her, making her hips buck harder. Her rhythm becomes furious and I’m nearly in a trance, watching her full tits bounce right in front of my face. She takes me deep, gliding down to the root, and suddenly a strangled scream erupts from her mouth. I grab the back of her neck, pull her head forward, and crush her lips to mine to silence her
as the hard contractions of her orgasm squeeze my cock like a manacle. It’s my total undoing. Nearly mindless with lust, I reach down to grab her hips as I hammer up into her, pulling her in harsh movements up and down my dick with ruthless possession. Her lips pull back from mine and her desperate cries bounce off the walls around the small enclosure. On the third savage stoke I lose it completely, grind my teeth together as I cum hard inside of her, the orgasm so shattering that I can’t think straight. Un-fucking-believable.

  She touches her drenched forehead to mine, and with eyes shut, she whispers through the steam, “Oh, Master, the things you do to me, the things you make me feel …. I’ve never—”

  I cut her off, “Shhh, min skjønne, I know.” I silence her with a long, slow kiss.

  “Reservation for Torvik. Ah yes, here we are, sir. We have your table ready for you and your companion if you would like to follow me, please.”

  She squeezes my hand and whispers, “You don’t have to speak English for my sake, Mikkel.”

  “Shh, hush babe, besides, you’ll have plenty of time to learn Norwegian. I’ll teach you.”

  “Takk.” I nod and thank the hostess before she walks off. I pull out her chair and I whisper quietly, “Oh yeah, I have all sorts of lessons planned for you, little one, just you wait.”

  Her smile is beaming, but she glances around nervously to see if anyone has heard. “This is a very posh restaurant. Are you certain that I’m dressed all right in jeans?”

  “Yeah, babe, look around. In sub-zero temps it’s hard to be formal. You look beautiful.” I take in the fluffy white sweater that hangs low off of each shoulder. It’s clear that she’s not wearing a bra, and instantly my thoughts turn to how fast we can consume dinner. Hmm, maybe take-out?

  “Everything all right, Mikkel?”

  “Oh yeah, babe, just distracted.” I give her a heated look and she suddenly seems shy, glancing down at the parchment menu.

  “Huset. Interesting name for a restaurant, have you eaten here before?”

  “Yeah, once with my father when we were up here ice fishing a few years back. What do you think?”

  She takes in the dimly lit, modern restaurant, stopping to linger on the cherry wood floor to ceiling wine wall. “It’s incredibly romantic, and I’m amazed how you managed to secure a window table. The Northern Lights are so surreal this far North.” She gazes out at the green and purple swirls of color that streak the night sky in their unmatched splendor.

  “Yeah, we call them Nordlys. The best part is, it’s only a hundred meter walk back to the lodge. See, your Norwegian lessons are ongoing, babe.” I flash a devious grin as she tries in vain to stifle a giggle.

  “You, Mikkel Torvik, are an insatiable, hedonistic sex machine.”

  “Been called worse.”

  The server arrives and I speak to him in Norwegian, ordering a double Blanton’s neat for myself and a bottle of White Star for her.

  “I hope you like champagne?”

  “Yes, of course. What female on the planet doesn’t?”

  “Good point.”

  “Wait, I thought you only drank Aquavit?”

  “Mostly, yeah, but I enjoy bourbon as well, especially with a fine meal. So … is there anything you are apprehensive to try?”

  “I’m fairly open to anything that’s not too squishy, like maybe lutefisk. I’ve heard from my brother that it’s pretty, well, disgusting, actually.”

  I laugh as her little nose wrinkles up in distaste. “Do you know what lutefisk is?”

  “Um, no. Smelly Jell-O fish?”

  I shake my head and grin at her. “It’s stockfish that has been soaked in a solution of cold water and lye. That’s what changes its consistency, and I suppose what makes it smell so strong. I admit, you need an iron stomach to eat it. I only touch it when I’m well on my way to torn up. Think I’ve tried it maybe twice in my life, once with Alreck up at his rorbu—he’s into traditional foods, being from the North. Not really my taste.”

  “What’s a rorbu?”

  “It’s a small cabin, usually used for hunting and fishing.”

  “You must miss him.”

  “Hell, yeah, but I’ll see him soon enough.”

  The server returns with our drinks. After setting my drink down, he opens up the bottle of champagne and asks if I’d like some as well. I let him know that it’s all for her. He places it in a silver stand full of ice right beside the table, and starts to tell us the specials. I stop him after the first one—fresh reindeer steaks with the chef’s hollandaise sauce, sautéed vegetables, and roasted new potatoes. Hope she’s game.

  He disappears and she leans in. “Did you just order for me?” A sly smile forms at the corners of her mouth.

  “I did. There a problem with that, woman?”

  “No, no problem.”

  “Well?”

  “Well, I think it’s sexy—you know, the way you take charge—that’s all.”

  I lean in and clasp the fingers of her right hand in mine. They seem so small against the white tablecloth. I look up and take her in, the glow of her cheeks, the brightness in her eyes, so innocent and gorgeous.

  Breathing deeply, I tell her in a low, serious voice, “Jeg elsker deg, Elora.”

  She tilts her head, obviously wanting to know what I said. It’s important that I told her first in Norwegian. It’s more meaningful to me in my language.

  I watch her carefully as I continue, “I said, ‘I love you, Elora.’ ” I close my fingers tighter around hers, wishing that we weren’t in public so I could lean across to kiss her. I needed to tell her because I didn’t want to proclaim my strong feelings while we were fucking. It nearly slipped out when we were going at it in the sauna. No, this is the right time.

  “Mikkel,” her hand starts to tremble in mine, “Mikkel, oh God. I feel the same, I love you. I-I’m so happy that you told me. I’ve been feeling it since we had dinner at your house. It’s getting stronger and stronger each day. You’ve make me so happy, Mikkel. You’re what I’ve always dreamed about.” She gives a soft laugh and shakes her head in disbelief. “And now, here you are. I’m still waiting to wake up, actually.”

  “I want you to be happy, baby. Always. So long as we’re together, I vow never to let anything bad happen to you. You believe me?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Good. Now, you know the phrase, for when I use it in the future, right?”

  “Say it again, please.”

  I bring her soft fingers up to my lips, brush a kiss across them and rumble, “Jeg elsker deg.”

  Her eyes soften as she reaches out to take my other hand in hers. “I love hearing you say it, Mikkel.”

  “Get used to it, min skjønne. Thinking this calls for a toast.”

  We lift our glasses, and just before they touch, I say, “To us, Elora. To us. Skål.”

  She smiles softly, “Skål.”

  “You like the champagne?”

  “It’s delicious. Yours?”

  “It’s liquor.”

  She shakes her head, obviously amused with my answer. I ask, “I usually swing by my folks’ place in the city on Monday nights for dinner. I’d like for you to come with me if that works?”

  “I’d very much like to meet your parents.”

  I reach over and push a long strand of hair back across her shoulder, loving the perfect feel of her. “That’s good, baby.”

  The oversized white plates are set down before us and she looks the dish over. Her eyes lift to mine and she asks, “Should I bother asking?”

  “It’s reindeer. Quite common in the northern areas.” I nod. “Give it a try. If it’s not for you, we’ll get you something else. Not a problem.”

  “It smells divine.”

  “Taste it, before it goes cold.”

  I cut into mine and take a bite. Fucking fantastic. I watch her chew. “Well?”

  “It’s very flavorful, almost like a fine steak. It’s delicious.”

  “Here, let me
pour you another glass.” I fill her nearly empty flute as we continue to enjoy each other’s company. “So, tell me about your brother. What’s his name?”

  She sets down her fork and touches the linen napkin to her lips. “Alexander. Well, I suppose you could say we’re exact opposites, really. He’s incredibly conservative, Cambridge-educated and all that. He’s three years older. We get on fairly well, although I suppose after the accident things have become tenser between us. You see, he seems to have committed himself to running every aspect of my life. Maybe he feels he has to replace our father in some way.”

  My brows draw together and I say quietly, “Accident? You lost your parents?”

  She looks out the window for a long moment before turning back to me. “Yes. It’s obviously not an easy subject to discuss, but about five years ago they were in South America, Belize, doing charity work for a London-based foundation. Anyhow, they had hired a car and were en route from one tiny town to another.” I watch her stop and breathe deeply, trying to keep it together. She drinks deeply from her flute before continuing, “So sorry. It had been raining steadily for days, we were told. The road they were on was high and narrow; it hugged the side of a mountain. With no warning, the mudslide washed their car down into the ravine below. They were, oh God, Mikkel, they were buried.”

  I hold tightly to her hand as bites her bottom lip, trying hard to not lose it.

  After a moment she says, “Sorry about that. I rarely speak of it. I suppose it’s just so raw. I think of them often though. Sometimes, when I paint, my work starts to reflect my loss. The very worst part is the abruptness of it all, not having any closure. You wish you had done more, spent more time together, expressed more affection. That’s what eats away at me.”

  “Jesus Christ, that’s horrible. Fucking amazing you keep it together so well, babe. Proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Mikkel. Please, let’s enjoy our evening. We can talk about all this another time, all right? For now I want to be in the moment with you.”

  “Just so you know, Elora, I’m a good listener. I’m impressed that you shared this. I want you to talk to me, especially if you’re upset or sad. Understand?”