Page 85 of Bride of the Mad Laird
She was gasping. “I didnae think it would feel so....”
“So what?” He grinned, delighting in the emotions he glimpsed on her face. Doubt, confusion, delight. A sucked in breath of surprise.
“So... thrilling.”
He gave the softest of laughs. “It will become even more thrilling.”
As he stroked, ever closer to her mound, she shifted her thighs, opening them. His fingers traced the inner satin, and she made a little guttural cry of astonishment. He drew his hand away and she clutched it, bringing it back to her core.
“Dinnae stop,” she commanded.
He couldn’t resist her lips, so he leaned in, dizzy with her sweet fragrance of lavender and roses, his senses on fire for her, his shaft almost unbearably hard.
“And, now I’ve come tae the part of me story where ye shift yer hips and raise yer arms so I can lift yer gown and take it over yer head.
She was quick to oblige, and with a few swift moves her gown was off and carelessly tossed over the back of a chair next to the bed. He made short work of the strings of her petticoat, pulling it down over her feet until, at last, she lay naked before him. Her eyes gleamed in the candle light, her hair spreading in glorious waves over his pillow.
It was just as he'd dreamed on so many nights as he lay tossing fitfully in his bed or under the stars on a rocky hillside.
“But ye...” She reached for the belt holding his kilt. “Ye must be naked wi’ me.”
He laughed at her earnestness as she grappled with the buckle until it was finally undone and the belt and his kilt fell away leaving him with his shaft jutting and his breath coming in rapid pants. She reached a tentative hand to his member.
“I didnae ken what it would feel like. But ‘tis soft, yet as hard as the iron poker by the fire.”
She glanced up with a dubious expression, her brows drawn together. “I cannae believe such a very large thing can fit inside me, me husband.”
He lay beside her and took her in his arms, his kiss strong and unrelenting. He felt her molding to him, her body limp in his arms so that he could hold her as he wished. He took one of her legs beneath the knee and drew it across his own, so that they lay side by side, and she opened to him.
“And what comes next in yer story?” Her voice was husky, her body moving against him, his shaft between her thighs.
“Why, me lady wife, what comes next is that I cover ye wi’ kisses.”
“All of me?” she asked in a small voice.
He rolled her over so that she was on her back and layered soft kisses on her eyelids and then her cheeks to the arch of her throat and descended further.
She filled his senses with the touch of her silken, alabaster, skin, her throaty moans, her lavender and roses scent mixing with the musk of her arousal.
He took her breast in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, nipping with his teeth until she cried his name. All the while his clever fingers were stroking her, parting her thighs, parting her folds, slipping into the sleek wetness of her quim.
His kisses trailed lower and she stiffened as he played with his tongue among the golden curls on her mound. He kissed her folds and she shuddered under him, his finger moving now into her soaking velvet. Her hips rose and fell to the rhythm of his fingers.
He lifted his head, sensing the need for a warning. “Some lasses find their first time tae be somewhat painful.”
Between gasps, she giggled. “I’ve heard that it’s nae painful fer lasses who’ve sat astride on horseback.”
“Ah,” he muttered. “And who told ye that, pray?”
“It was Eilidh. She told me that mayhap, because I rode wi’ ye on Paden’s back fer three days, there’d be naught but pleasure in me first time.”
He spluttered. “Well me lady, methinks it is something we shall learn the truth of sooner, rather than later. I am aching tae be inside ye.” His words sounded bold to his ears but that was the truth of it. If he didn’t plunge his shaft into this heavenly creature who was now his wife, and lose himself in her soon, he’d die and surely go to hell for wanting her so badly.
Arching her back and pressing herself against his hand she dragged in a tortured breath, uttering the softest laugh.
“And I wish fer naught but tae consummate our marriage.”
She tangled her hands into his long dark hair and pulled his head to her for a kiss, weaving her legs around his. “Show me what happens between a lass and a lad on the night they are wed. I cannae wait any longer tae ken it.”
