“You mustn’t stop now, my lord,” Cicely heard herself saying.
“You should be my bride, and we should be in our marriage bed,” he replied, realizing he meant exactly what he was saying, yet he had begun this sweet madness.
“The moment would be lost, my lord,” Cicely told him. “Do not lose it for us.” Then she pulled him back down into her arms and kissed him passionately.
He kissed her back, hungrily, again and again. His cock ached and was as hard as iron, and there was only one place to soothe it. Mounting her carefully, he positioned himself, his hand guiding the burgeoning manhood to the narrow opening of her sheath. He rubbed himself against it several times.Dear Jesu, don’t let the pain I give her be too great,he prayed silently. Then he began to push himself into her virgin’s body.
Pulling her head from his, Cicely pressed her lips tightly together as she felt the head of his male member just enter her. As he moved forward she felt as if she were being impaled upon a large pole. She whimpered as he carefully moved himself back and forth several times, helping her to grow used to his invasion, and Cicely did feel her body beginning to ease. “It feels nice,” she admitted shyly to him.
“There is more to come, ladyfaire,” he warned her softly, and then before she considered his words, Ian thrust deep into the girl beneath him, stifling her cry of amazed pain with his mouth. Then he lay quiet a moment, and felt her tears upon his cheeks. He kissed those tears, and licked them from her face. “I have had your virginity of you now, ladyfaire, and it will not hurt again,” he promised her. Then he began to move on her, slowly at first, and then with more rapid, quick strokes of his manhood.
The sharp burning had come as a surprise, but then, no one had ever discussed the intimacies of coupling with her. Perhaps Orva would have had Cicely been a bride. But she had been too eager, and now it was done. But as his cock flashed smoothly back and forth Cicely began to feel intense delight. The pain was quickly forgotten, and without even understanding what she was doing she found herself wrapping her legs about his torso so he might delve deeper into her. It was done with an instinct as old as Eve’s. She sighed, and then as the intensity grew she clutched at him, gasping as it burst over her, andshe was filled with a satisfaction she had never contemplated.“Oh, Ian!”she cried out to him softly.“Oh, Ian, yes!”
The sweet sound of her voice caused his creamy tribute to burst forth. With a groan of utter pleasure he rolled away from her, saying,“Oh, ladyfaire, yes!”
They lay upon the stone floor beside the hearth for what seemed some length of time until Cicely’s terriers awoke, and came to nuzzle and yap at her. Quickly she pushed her gown back down and sat up. She didn’t know which way to look, for she was suddenly shy with him. Standing, she said, “I should go to bed, my lord.”
The laird jumped to his feet. “I will go with you,” he told her, taking her hand.
“We should wed, if you still wish it,” Cicely said softly.
“IfI should still wish it?” He looked astounded by her words.
“I have proved wanton, my lord, and you have had the best of me. Do you still wish to wed such a girl as I’ve proved to be?” Cicely asked, blushing deeply.
Ian Douglas burst out laughing. “Cicely,” he said when he had once again regained control of himself, “I have been trying to get you to the altar for several months now. I finally decided the only way you would agree to marry me would be to seduce you as thoroughly as I could. I love you, ladyfaire. I have wanted you for my wife since the first day I saw you over ten months ago. I have not changed my mind. With your permission I shall speak with Ambrose in the morning.”
“It does not disturb you that I am wanton?” she asked him, surprised.
“Cicely, I want you to be wanton, but of course only with me. Now let us go to bed. I want to see you naked, and I want to kiss every inch of you before morning,” the laird told the blushing girl.
“You have twice now called me by my name,” she noted.
“I think now, perhaps, I have the right to do so,” he responded as he led her to the staircase, followed by the two terriers, who bounded gaily along ahead of them, and waited expectantly by the door toCicely’s bedchamber. But the laird decided he would not permit them inside her room this night. Barred, the two little terriers began to yap and howl outside of her door.
“Let them in before the whole house knows what we’ve been about,” Cicely pleaded with him, laughing.
“I’ll not share the bed with them,” he grumbled.
But the terriers seemed to understand that their residence in their mistress’s room now depended upon their good behavior. Admitted to her chamber, they immediately lay down before the hearth and went to sleep.
Twisting the key in the lock of the bedchamber door, the laird turned to Cicely. “May I undress you?” he asked her softly, and she nodded. He turned her about and unlaced her gown, drawing it down so that it puddled about her ankles. Beneath it she wore a soft linen camisia with long sleeves that came to just below her knees. He had earlier undone the ribbon at the camisia’s neck, and so he bent to gain the bottom of the undergarment and lifted it off of her. For a moment he held the crumpled garment in his hand, staring down at the blood upon it. He had had no previous doubts, but this certainly proved without a doubt that Cicely had been a virgin. He dropped the camisia to the floor and stood silent for a moment, admiring the graceful curve of her back as it swept down from her neck to meet the perfectly matched twin halves of her buttocks. Her shapely legs were bare, for she wore no leg coverings in the house.
“Why do you not speak?” Cicely asked him shyly.
“I am admiring how beautiful you are in form,” he told her, and, pushing the plait aside, placed a warm kiss at the nape of her neck. He slid his hands about her to take both of her breasts in his hands. Fondling them, he whispered in her ear, “Would you like to undress me now, ladyfaire?” Then he kissed the ear, nipping at the plump lobe.
“I’ve never seen a naked man,” she told him.
“You had brothers, did you not?” he asked.
“My stepmother would not allow me to live in the same house with her,” Cicely told him. “I rarely saw them, and usually only from a distance. When I found them places at court I was surprised to see that had I not been told they were my half brothers I should never have recognized them at all.”
He was surprised to learn this. They had not spoken of her family but for her father, and girls always admired their fathers. “If you have never seen a naked man then we must remedy this lack in your education,” he told her, spinning her about to face him. Then he laughed, for her eyes were closed. “Open your eyes, Cicely. I am not yet naked.”
“But I am,” she said. “It’s easier to be naked with you when I don’t have to meet your gaze, Ian.” Then she laughed. “I am being a fool, aren’t I?”
“Would it ease your natural modesty to be told how beautiful you are both in face and form, my ladyfaire? I have never seen so perfect a woman as you,” he responded.
