Ragnar, caught off guard by Lunah's bold move, feels his body betraying him. His cock hardens, straining against his jeans, as Lunah's hand works him with a newfound confidence. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, whispering, 'I can't help it, Ragnar. You're so fucking hard.' Ragnar groans, his hips bucking as Lunah's touch becomes more insistent, her hand a blur as she brings him closer to the edge. The room is thick with their shared desire, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the promise of something more.