“Dinna stop,” she said softly. “I like what yer doing.”
“I like it too,” he replied, “but ye have wanted to participate in our first passion, so I shall instruct ye in what to do, Maggie mine. Sit up and touch my cock. I know ye have not touched one before. This one will pierce yer maidenhead soon, and afterwards it will find its home in yer sweet sheath. It will water yer hidden garden and give ye my seed. Touch it, and know it, love. It is more fearful of the advantage ye will soon hold over it than ye can be of its small power in releasing yer virginity.”
She sat up, amazed to see the formerly lean and lank flesh was swollen hard. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand about it, surprised to see that her fingers did not quite meet. Its former length was even longer now. ’Twas a most impressive weapon indeed.
Releasing it, she let her fingers stroke it briefly, then reached beneath to cup his pouch in her warm palm. “ Yer balls are cold to my touch,” she said to him. “Should they not be heated with yer lust as yer cock is, my lord?”
“Ye must call me Fin, Maggie mine. I know not why a man’s balls are chill, but they always are. ’Tis a mystery.” He was close to flinging himself atop her, for the hand now playing with him had set his blood aboil.
She nodded as her fingers teased innocently at him. “Yer cock is quite upstanding now, my . . . Fin.” She gave it a little squeeze that almost destroyed him.
“Aye, it is. I think we must now consider the removal of yer maidenhead,” he replied in what sounded like a calm voice. He gently pushed her back as she released her hold on his manhood. Then he began kissing her again as his hand stroked her torso, moving slowly lower and lower until he reached the nest of chestnut curls. He crushed her mons gently but firmly several times as she gasped with surprise into his mouth. A single finger ran along the slip separating her nether lips, pressing through them to find her little love bud. Fin was pleased to find she was already moist with her rising desire.
He had not been wrong. She was going to be a passionate woman.
Maggie lay as still as a doe in the brush waiting for what was going to come next.
When his finger touched a hitherto unknown place between her nether lips and began to worry it, gently at first, and then with more urgency, she cried out in surprise. He silenced her with more kisses as the tip of that terrible finger played harder. Her head spun, and when a burst of utter pleasure overcame her, she pulled from him, crying out again. “Sweet Jesu!No more, I beg ye. ’Tis too delicious.”
He did not answer her, instead stroking her flesh into ease, and then moving lower.
Maggie was tightly shut to him. His finger tenderly coaxed the flesh barely enough to begin the gentle pressure that would open her first to his finger, and then to his manhood.
Fin felt her body begin to resist him. “Nah, nah, sweetheart, ye need to be readied for what is to come,” he murmured to her.
God’s toenail! Why didn’t he just mount her and be done with it? Maggie wondered to herself. It had to be better than all this anticipation he was causing to build up within her. She tried to be at ease, and felt the tip of his finger slip into her.“Oh!”
Again he said nothing. Instead, he pushed his finger to the second joint.
“Oh!”
And finally Fin sheathed the digit in its entirety. He let it remain there so she might get used to the pressure of it. Then he began a slow rhythm with the finger, moving it back and forth. He was painfully aware as he did so of the ache in his own cock.
“Ohh!” Maggie half whispered. Then she felt herself relaxing and enjoying his sensuous actions. She wanted more. To her great surprise, she realized a primitive instinct made her want that big cock of his pushing inside her. Was she wanton? Or was it natural for a wife to desire her husband so greatly? “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Not just with your finger, Fin. I am ready to take you within me.Please!”
The invitation was more than welcome. It was a relief, for his cock was throbbing mightily. Now he needed to take her without spilling his seed too quickly. Nudging her thighs apart with a knee, he covered her body with his. Slowly he guided his aching need into her. First its head, then inch by slow inch until he reached the barrier of her innocence. It was tight, and she winced visibly as his manhood touched it. There was only one way of doing this, Fin knew. Looking into her face, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He almost smiled with the sweetness of it. “I’m sorry, lass,” he told her, pulling back slightly, then driving himself fully into her sheath.
The shock of it, the burning pain that filled her, caused Maggie to scream. She began to beat at him, her fists thrashing beneath him in an attempt to dislodge him.
And when she couldn’t, Maggie, to her embarrassment, began to cry.
Fin kissed the tears from her cheeks, murmuring soothing sounds. “ ’Tis done now and ’twill not hurt ever again, Maggie mine,” he assured her. Did no one tell her it would hurt? Her maidenhead had been lodged tightly. He continued kissing her tears, which, to his relief, had now ceased. He kept himself very still for a few brief moments.
“I knew it would hurt,” she whispered, “but not like it did. Are we done?” She did not open her eyes to look at him.
Fin laughed softly, brushing her lips with his. “Nay, love, we’ve but begun.” Then he began to move gently upon her, struggling to hold back the explosion of passion that was threatening to overcome him.
The pain had disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Now the sensation of his cock thick and hot within her engulfed Maggie. Her whole body seemed to be deluged with sensation as he thrust to and fro. She was overwhelmed with languor. Her body, so tense but a few short moments ago, was alive with a plethora of new sensations.
She could divine that he was being careful, gentle with her. Would another man have been so? She couldn’t imagine Ewan Hay taking such care with her.
Maggie suddenly wrapped her arms about Fin, drawing him closer to her. His rhythm began to increase. His strength made her absolutely breathless with what she suddenly realized was her own excitement. “Yes!” she breathed into his ear.
Fin groaned as her hot breath whispered against his flesh. He wanted her to know some pleasure from this first coupling, but it was becoming more and more difficult to hold back the lust boiling inside him. Then he heard her make a small mewling sound, and looking at her face, he saw the touch of ecstasy glowing. “Aah, Maggie mine,” he cried out as his body stiffened, then jerked hard several times.
Somewhere in the delicious haze that had briefly overcome her Maggie felt his cock spasming, and she knew he was releasing his seed into her. Would it take root tonight, or would they have more nights to create an heir for Brae Aisir? She hoped the latter as he fell away from her, lying upon his back and breathing hard.
“I meant for ye to have more pleasure,” he said, his tone filled with regret. “I wanted yer first time in my arms to be something ye would remember, but God’s toenail, lass, I was like a lad unable to control my lust for ye.”
