A shiver tightened her back as Hiccup moved over her, and she groaned softly again. Her spine arched as she felt him slipping inside of her, hips rising reflexively to meet his thrust, letting him bury himself completely within her.
She breathed his name, unsexy as it was, as her arms wrapped around him. Her hands were gentle as she stroked his back tenderly. Here, like this, with him, was about the only time she was anything other than a rough and tumble Viking warrior.
Not because she didn't think Hiccup could handle it if she was, but because it never felt right to be that way with him in bed. Here ... it wasn't a competition. Here, it was just them, and that was enough.
Astrid established a slow, steady rhythm she knew would let him last long enough (usually, anyway) to get her off. But if it had been a while and he was that excited to see her, even the slow pace might not be enough.