Page 53 of Kilty as Sin
“Oh, Barclay.”
That was…beautiful.
He was beautiful.
Herhusband.
She was the one to kiss him, and he smiled against her lips. In the sennight they’d spent at the MacGills, she’d been serious in her studies of his body and how to give and receive pleasure.
Tonight, she was going to learn so much more.
They tumbled, naked, atop the bed a few minutes later, already panting with need.
“St. Pancras forgive me, Grace,” he groaned, pulling her to him. “Iwantedto take tonight slowly. I wanted to kiss ye all over, I wanted to bring ye pleasure afore I made ye mine.”
That sounded quite wonderful, but… “Ye’ve done all that,husband.” She kissed his throat, murmuring against his skin. “Tonight, I’m far too eager to become yers. Take me, Barclay. We can go slower the second time around.”
Since she finished her declaration by playfully dragging her teeth against his nipple, was it any wonder he growled and rolled onto his back, taking her with him?
She ended straddling him, knees planted on either side of his hips.
“Christ, Grace,” he growled, running his hands up her sides. “Ye’re magnificent.”
Arching into his hold, she gasped as the movement set her slick core sliding along his skin.
“Aye, lass, that’s the way,” he murmured, palming one breast as his other hand slid around to her arse. “I wanted to lick ye until ye come.”
That sounded wonderful, and thanks to his tutelage, she knew exactly what that meant. But for now…
“Please,” she gasped, rocking back and forth. “Please, Barclay.”
Mayhap he heard her desperation, or mayhap he was feeling the same.
“Put yer hands on my shoulders, lass. Aye, like that.” As her weight shifted forward, he reached beneath her to grasp his cock. “Now…”
When the tip of his member probed at her weeping entrance, she gasped in understanding. Slowly, perfectly, she lowered herself atop him, piercing her core with his cock in the most wonderful way.
In this position,shewas in control. She inched closer to him, waiting for her body to adjust before taking more of him…and he lay still beneath her, his beautiful gray gaze locked with hers, sweat beading his brow. The muscles under her hands jumped and twitched as he fought to remain still.
All for her.
And she loved him even more for it.
When she was fully seated atop him, they both released breaths.
“Good?” he rasped.
She smiled. “So good.”
‘Twas the truth. Being filled by him felt…different. But really quite wonderful. She straightened, allowing herself to sink even farther down, and reached for his hands.
Their fingers entwined, their palms pressed against one another, and she put her trust in her husband.
He showed her how to move, how to rock forward and back, each infinitesimal movement causing shudders of pleasure to course through her. Her rhythm became faster and faster, until he was breathing as heavily as she was, and her inner muscles throbbed with need.
His hips bucked beneath her, plunging upward into her body’s welcoming embrace…and her pleasure mounted toward the clouds.
Barclay shifted her hold to his shoulders once more so he could pull one nipple toward his mouth. He continued to thrust, and she was lost in the sensations…
