As her weight settles comfortably onto his lap, there's spasms of pain, but nothing more then what he usually goes through. Ivar figures if he hasn't shattered his pelvis by now during sex then he's not going to.

His head tilts to the side as her mouth gets right into the sensitive spot right where the curve of his neck meets his shoulder. The bits of his skin that he can feel her tongue touching send little shocks of pleasure up and down his spine.

His fingers close around the edges of her bra. Now, while Norse women have bras, they're just wraps of cloth tied up that can be easily undone. This one with clasps and hooks is a whole different animal. How is it supposed to come off...? He tries for a bit, and when that doesn't work, he gives up, instead working on unrolling the stockings she has on. At least he knows how to deal with those.