Page 38 of To Serve a Laird
Her fear must have shown on her face because Iain lifted her and laid her down tenderly on the bed, saying, “We will fittogether, Claire, don’t worry. Men and women were meant for each other, and we two are no different. If you wish to change your mind, then say so now because the sight of you is driving me mad.”
Claire said nothing, but held out her arms to receive him, and Iain sighed with relief as he joined her on the bed and moved into her embrace. He kissed her again with extreme tenderness.
“I have wanted this since the first moment I saw you, Claire. You make me feel things I know I will never feel again. You are all I want.”
Claire smiled and stroked his hair, inhaling the scent of him, the manly musk that was all his own. She could have picked him out of a hundred men just by his aroma, and by the feel of him, by the play of his muscles under her fingers, the softness of his lips on hers.
“I have wanted you too, Iain, but this is new for me,” she whispered, then rubbed her palm over his chest. “No more waiting, please.”
Iain smiled, then lowered his mouth to her nipple and began to suckle, teasing the other with his thumb and forefinger. Claire moaned and raised her hips to his, feeling the long ridge of his manhood between them. She reached down to touch it and heard him moaning as her thumb touched the sensitive spot at the tip.
“If you keep doing that, I will not last long enough to satisfy you,” Iain said hoarsely, then went back to apply himself to her breasts.
This must be what heaven is like,he thought.
He planted tender feathery little kisses from her breasts to her stomach and paused to swirl his tongue around the little pit of her navel, causing Claire to giggle and squeal.
Then, as he had done before, Iain parted her thighs and swept his tongue through her womanly folds, while Claireplunged her hands into his thick hair, desperate for something to hang onto.
Iain teased the little bud at her core with his teeth and tongue before pushing his fingers gently inside her again. He watched her face, loving the ecstatic expression her pleasure mounted.
Claire felt herself once more being transported to the same magical place where she had, for a few brief seconds, been able to touch heaven, and now she was almost there again, and suddenly, she was there no more. She whimpered in disappointment as Iain raised his head and smiled at her wickedly.
“I am not done with you yet, Claire,” he said softly. He licked his lips, tasting her sweet juices on them, then bent down to kiss her lips again. “Not by a long way.”
He began to worship her breasts again, and Claire wondered if this was not some delightful dream; surely nothing on earth could feel as wonderful as this? Her nipples were tingling and little shafts of pleasure were shooting straight to her core. It was almost unbearable.
As Iain lifted his head to kiss her again, Claire reached down between them and took his shaft in her hand. Iain gave a little cry of surprise, but Claire grinned at him wickedly.
“I want some fun too, Iain.”
Then she took him in her mouth and began to suck him, at the same time pumping him with her hand until he was crying out and begging for mercy.
“You are driving me mad, woman!” he groaned, but Claire did not stop.
She continued her ministrations, swirling her tongue around him and gently scraping him with her teeth until Iain pulled out of her, gasping for breath.
It had been one of the most agonisingly sweet experiences of his life, but he knew that in a few more seconds he would not have been able to satisfy Claire in the way she expected.
Claire arched her hips up to him and begged, “Now, Iain, please!”
Suddenly, at the last moment, he was uncertain, unwilling to hurt her. “Are you sure this is what you want, Claire? I will stop if you want me to.”
“This is what I want, Iain,” she replied. “More than anything.”
He kissed her one more time before Claire’s life changed forever. She felt the tip of his shaft at her entrance, then he pushed slowly inside her, a fraction of an inch at a time. She tensed as a twinge of pain assailed her, but it was gone in an instant, and then, when he was fully sheathed inside her, she felt a sensation of satisfying fullness.
Iain thrust slowly at first, then faster and harder as Claire cried out his name and raised her hips in time with him so that they were moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.
Then gradually it began, the feeling that she was climbing towards something mysterious and beautiful. It was becoming stronger and stronger, yet seemed elusive, as if it was out of her reach, then suddenly she reached the peak and cried out, “Iain!” as a wave of something she could only describe as ecstasy swept over her.
She had felt it before when Iain had used his hands, and had not imagined anything could feel more intensely beautiful, but this–this was glorious.
She clung to him desperately as her body writhed out of her control, shuddering in the storm of rapture sweeping over her, but gradually she returned to earth to find Iain smiling at her tenderly.
He kissed her softly. “How do you feel, Claire?” he asked. “I know that it often hurts the first time.”
“I am fine, Iain. No pain.” She smiled, shaking her head in wonder. “I-I never knew it would be like that. So wonderful. I thank you, Iain.” In truth, she felt a little sore, but she had no intention of spoiling this magical moment.
