Norway

You nudge your head to the hall that had the rooms, and Norway follows, a bit curious as to why you suddenly ask for him to go with you. Once the two of you make it to the room, you light some candles and he closes the door, and unknown to you, locks it too. Both of you walk towards the bed, sitting on the edge, staring at the door. The heavy rains continue to pelt the roof, no sign of letting up. You look at Norway and he has his eyes closed, waiting for you to speak.

“About last night…” You mumble.

His eyes open and he glances at you, as if to tell you to continue.

“I meant it all…I do miss you…I…” You feel your throat dry up, making it hard to continue.

You feel his hand on yours, telling you he understands. You smile. You’re Norway came back to you. All action, hardly ever words.

“Can we…be…?” You bite your bottom lip, and when you feel his grip tighten on your hand affectionately, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him nodding his head, “T…T…Together?”

He brings your hand to his lips, kissing it, while nodding his head again. He turns to look at you, and with his free hand, begins to unbutton his shirt, meaning only one thing: he wants you. Butterflies are let lose in your stomach, and he slowly removes his shirt, as if to seduce you into joining him. He somehow convinced you with his blue, dull and emotionless eyes to remove your clothes as well, feeling as if you’re in a trance.

“How do you do that?” You ask.

He stands up, tossing his shirt to the side, standing before you, playing with his belt buckle, teasing you. You wince, feeling the throbbing feeling between your legs, just by seeing him shirtless. What adds to his amazing sex appeal is that his hair is wet, and the droplets fall from the tips, onto his shoulders, running down his neck, collarbone, then his chest, then over his abdomen, stopping at his pants. You run your tongue over your lips, licking his sensual side that you haven’t seen in ages.

He keeps his eyes on you, running his hands through his hair, purposely making it messy, and remembering how obsessed you get when he messes it up. You find it rather hot and a turn on. He leans down and hooks his fingers in the collar of your blouse, pulling on it. Then he grabs each side of the blouse, pulling the moist blouse off your now wet skin, quickly pulling it apart, snapping all the buttons off, making your lacy baby blue bra visible to him. He tosses your shirt to the side and he gives you a little smirk once his eyes land on the clasp that is located in the front. He just merely pinches it, and your breasts pop out.

You try to cover your chest but he quickly pounces, pushing you on the bed, straddling you and pinning your arms down with his left hand while his right hand is busy. He cups your cheek staring into your eyes. He leans down, his lips brushing over yours, driving you mad. You pick your head up to try and kiss him, but he pulls back, waving his finger in your face as if to scold you.

“Norway you always do that,” You pout.

“I read about this…” He finally says.

“What?”

“Tantric Sex.”

You blush remembering what you were told after you asked India that question. She told you it’s all about intimacy without intercourse, but touching, groping, fondling and whispering sweet nothings to each other…Norway can really only do three out of the four seeing as he wants it peaceful and quiet. So once you feel him pinch your left nipple you gasp, and he leans down, pressing his lips on yours and rub his tongue against yours. You groan, wanting to touch him, but he keeps his grip on you. You know that you won’t be free anytime soon until Norway feels like he needs his release, and so until then, he’ll torture you until he thinks you deserve to touch him.

“Norway let me touch you,” You whine after pulling away from his lips.

“I’m not done. I’m making up for the time we have been apart,” He kisses down your neck, over your chest, and his tongue rubs against your hardening nipple.

He gently nips at it, and then he trails kisses to your other breast, repeating the same action. He most likely got bored and he releases your hands, allowing you to touch him. You run your hands through his hair, feeling his damp blond locks through your fingers. His hands trail down your sides, and he kisses up, back to your lips giving you a few pecks before moving back, and standing up. You look at him, confused. He removes your bra and tosses it, and then his hands move to his belt, undoing the buckle, then unbuttoning, unzipping and slowly pulls his pants down.

“Norge, are you sure you’re not a closet stripper?”

“It’s a gift, reserved only for you,” He also pulls down his boxers, showing you his hard erection.
Your eyes widen, and he might not show it, but he’s pleased at your reaction.

You sit up and bite you bottom lip, “Did it get bigger?”

“You should know,” He mumbles, grabbing the back of your head, forcing you forward, “Do it.”

“That way you say it is dirty,” You grin, running your fingers along the side of his shaft all the way down to the base.

You can feel it twitch under your touch; and you can see his eye twitch as the tip of your tongue comes in contact with his tip. You dip your tongue into the slit, hearing Norway take in a sharp breath. You slowly take him into your mouth, taking as much as you can. You bob your head once you reach a comfortable length and you just listen to him pants. He grips your hair, almost loosing it a bit too soon. You can tell when he’s about to reach his peak, when you look up at his face you actually see something other than boredom, he seems flustered, and his chest is moving rather fast. He tilts his head back, and you prepare for his release. He grunts and you can feel his salty fluids run down your throat.

You pull back and lick some cum that is left on his tip and smile, “Still the same.”

He pushes you on your back and he quickly unbuttons it, quickly pulling it down along with your panties. The cold air makes you shiver, but once you feel Norway’s warm breath hit your entrance, you relax, but groan when you tighten around his swirling tongue. You cover your eyes with your arm, and you grip the sheets, panting. He sighs when you became a bit too tight, and so he inserts his fingers in hopes of loosening you up a bit. You moan and arch your back when you feel Norway’s fingers brush against your G-spot, and he quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your release. When he notices how you loosen a bit he leans in and adds his tongue, lapping at your juices that are slowly oozing out.

“Nng, N-Norge,” You cry, grabbing the back of his head, pushing him closer, “More.”

He adds one more fingers, and a few seconds after he does you gasp, and with his free hand he covers your mouth, silencing you, making sure that your loud moans don’t reach the other four Nordic’s. He pulls back, staring down at you and you blush.

“Um…what are you-?”

“I don’t think I can do Tantric Sex tonight.”

“Why is that?”

He leans down and kisses your lips, then moves to your ear and says, “It’s been so long.”

And without warning thrusts himself into you, making your gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, moving with him as he thrusts his hips into yours. You latch your lips onto his neck, sucking and nipping at his flesh. Both of your bodies have a thin layer of sweat, the cold and wet feeling now gone soon after your first orgasm. His wet hair tickles the side of your face as he nuzzles his face into your neck. You bite on the sensitive part of his neck, making him buck his hips harshly into yours, and you yelp, surprised at the sudden add of force behind his thrusts.

“N-Norge! Harder,” You moan, rolling your head back.

He kisses your neck, kissing along and over your collarbone, leaving behind his bite marks and hickies. He picks you up, pushing you against the headboard of the bed. You grab the headboard and he grabs your hips, picking his speed up, and is practically pounding you into the headboard. His lusty and ravenous Viking side surfaces, and behind each thrust of his hips, is another add of force. He’s pounding into you so hard that you’re literally crying from all the pleasure that he is giving you.

“Oh god yes. Oh yes, yes Norge, right there! Faster!” You scream, forgetting the other males in the house.

He does as he’s told, and he uses the headboard to help him, gripping it tightly. You start to pant rapidly then moan and you get louder and louder as he speeds up. He silences you with his lips, forcing his tongue inside your mouth to keep you quiet, to not repeat the loud noises like earlier. He bites down on your now swollen bottom lip, and you arch your back, your orgasm making your body shake in ecstasy. You grunt, and stop moving. Norway groans, releasing himself inside you. He slowly moves his hips, riding out both your orgasms. He pulls out and lies down next to you. You roll over placing your head on his chest, and you place your hand on his chest.

“It’s still great,” You sigh, “You haven’t changed a bit. You’re still an animal.”

“Can’t help it,” He breathes, closing his eyes.

“Mm, goodnight Norge,” You kiss his chest, and you feel him wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body.