<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Her fingernails left a red trail on his shoulders, but Peter didn't mind at all.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Son of a bitch..."</span><br/><br/>Her muttered words had not sounded nearly as offending as the words itself may indicate, Peter understood it more like a compliment. Still he felt like he should correct her. He lifted his mouth just enough from the throbbing nipple to answer her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lover of a bitch..."</span><br/><br/>Then he sucked the nipple again hard into his mouth, clamping it between his lips. His tongue toyed with the tip and he could feel Alice's hips starting to grind against him. If there was any indication how aroused she was, then it was her frantically beating heart giving her away, hammering in her chest and sending shockwaves with every beat through her body and to Peter's lips on her breast. His fingers twisted her other nipple slightly and an animalic moan escaped Alice's throat. It seemed like she liked the treatment he was giving her.<br/><br/>His hand on her ass inched slowly towards her core and then his index finger found the hot and wet spot of desire. He let it glide through the folds, his fingertip forcing them apart like Moses split the sea and like to Moses Israel had been the salvific spot at the end of this valley, to Peter's finger it was the soft mound of Alice's clit it was looking for. When he touched it softly for the first time, Alice jolted in his arms. It looked like his talents for exploration weren't totally lost in this place too. Although Peter couldn't really remember, when it had been the last time for him to be with a woman. Had it been the night when Bull met his Deanna? Had his last girl been that history student nicknaming him Viking? But then his thoughts were lost in the sensations of Alice's touch, as one of her hand had left his shoulder and searched for something she could play with. And she had found a rock hard piece of evidence as it looked...or better as it felt.</div>