Circe understood immediately. Her gaze dropped between them to the thick bulge straining against his breeches. She reached down with shaky fingers and brushed along the hard length. His cock twitched hard under her touch. She traced it again, feeling the heat and the way it jumped as she stroked from base to tip through the fabric. Ragnar's breath hitched.
She worked the fastenings open while his thumb kept rubbing her clit in distracting circles. When the fabric parted, his thick shaft sprang free, heavy and pulsing in her palm. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slow and firm from base to tip. Ragnar groaned low in his throat.
