“Who taught ye such courtesies?” Maggie wanted to know, for she had heard enough from other women to know his behavior was unusual.
“My father, who considered it a privilege to enter my mother’s bed. He was many, many years her senior. He might have been her grandsire, but to keep an orphaned lass with no dower safe he wed her, and cherished her. After she died, he would say to me over and over again that a woman who gave herself was a sweeter prize than one roughly taken. In my youth I didn’t always listen, but as I grew older, I discovered he was right.”
“Then ye have forced women to yer will, my lord?” This was a revelation.
“A man who sells his sword does not always behave as a gentleman, Maggie mine,” he told her candidly. “Let us leave it at that, but know I shall never force ye.”
“And if I said I wanted ye gone from my bed now, would ye go?” she queried.
“I would, but not until I had tried to convince ye otherwise, love,” he replied.
One hand released a breast, and smoothed down her torso to her mons. A finger pressed between her nether lips, finding her love bud. He began to play gently with it.
“Oh!”Maggie squirmed against his hand.
“Do ye like this, sweetheart?” he asked as he pressed a row of kisses over her shoulder. He could feel the sensitive flesh beginning to swell against his finger.
“Aye, Fin, I like it. I like it very much,” Maggie admitted. “Please don’t stop!”
“I won’t for now,” he promised, “but there is another way to please this little bud and give ye even more sweetness. Will ye let me show ye?”
“Ummmm, aye, I’d like that,” Maggie replied softly, her voice taking on a dreamy quality as she enjoyed their love play.
He slid out from behind her, saying as he did, “Lie back among the pillows, Maggie mine,” and when she did, he drew her two legs up and over his broad shoulders.
Maggie gasped, surprised.“Fin!”
“Trust me, love,” he told her, and before she might protest, he buried his head between her thighs, his fingers losing themselves among the chestnut curls as he peeled her nether lips open and his tongue found the sensitive swelling bud of her sex. He began to lick at it with gentle, teasing strokes of his tongue.
“Ohh, Fin!”It was as if a fireball had exploded within her. This was surely the wickedest thing that had ever happened to any woman. Coupling was for making bairns. That was what her priestly uncle preached. Why had no one ever said there was such joy in the act? With incredible, wonderful sensations that left every bit of her aflame and ready to burst open, she could indeed feel her juices flowing.
Seeing her ready for even more passion, he covered her body with his own, and guided himself slowly to her entry. With one fluid and smooth motion he pushed into her love sheath. With no barrier to stop him, he filled her completely, and then he began to ride her. Maggie wrapped herself about her husband, half conscious, guided by instinct alone. Every thrust of his cock brought her closer and closer to that elusive something that had escaped her the previous evening on their wedding night. She had no idea what it was she sought, but she moved steadily towards it.
He groaned as he went deeper. She was tight and hot and so very wet. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her and almost wept with the pure enjoyment she was giving him so eagerly. He had known some of the finest whores in Edinburgh, France, and England, but he had never known the pleasure that his new wife was giving him.
He found her mouth, and his passionate kisses tried to tell her what he was not ready yet to admit with words.
“Oh, Fin! I die! I die!” Maggie cried as she reached the pinnacle of her delight. She soared into a golden unknown while about her stars exploded. Then with a cry she plunged down into a velvet darkness that rose to softly envelop her.
He felt her sheath tightening and spasming about his cock. He groaned deeply, knowing she was tasting true passion. Then, unable to contain himself, he released his lust into her. “Maggie mine!” he cried out as the end weakness overcame him, and then he rolled off her body. But quickly he gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest as his fiercely beating heart slowly quieted itself.
Maggie came to herself slowly. God’s toenail! What had just happened to her? Whatever it was had completely taken over and controlled her. She wasn’t certain she liked that, although she had to admit the feelings that had pummeled her had been incredible and wonderful. And she was quickly coming to herself again. She felt his arms about her. What was that thumping? Then she realized it was his heart beating very quickly. Her husband had obviously experienced the same wild emotions as she had. She had not considered a man of experience would react in a similar manner.
“Did ye enjoy this better than last night?” His voice pierced her own thoughts.
“Aye! It was wonderful, and ye did not lie,” she responded.
“Lie to ye?”He was confused.
“It didn’t hurt,” Maggie said. “Nay, it hurt not at all. It was as if yer cock and my sheath were made for each other, Fin. We fit together nicely.”
“As we are man and wife, they obviously were,” he replied dryly, “and we did fit well, Maggie mine, I will agree.” Then he laughed.
“What is so funny?” she demanded to know.
“Yer honest tongue,” he told her. “I’ve ne’er had a woman I’ve lain with speak to me in so candid a manner.”
“Perhaps they were more practiced and knowledgeable than I,” Maggie said. “Seeing servants fucking lustily in the hay or in the heather does not tell you much other than where the parts should go.”
