“Ah, lass, I didn’t want to hurt you. If I could take the pain for you, I would.”
“Just hold me. Please hold me.”
“Aye, I have you now and I’ll hold you forever.”
He reached between them and began to touch her. Before long, she was captured by the fullness of him and his motions were starting to make her want to move with him, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
This was like nothing she’d ever experienced, nothing that ever came before it.
He pulled up one of her thighs and pulled it against his hip and moved harder, then stroked longer and more rapidly. She was breathing hard now, and so was he, like they were both running, chasing after something. If they hurried they could really fly, fly all the way up to those stars they had watched.
He moved faster and she moved with him, until they were moving against each other. His fingers gripped her bottom, pulled her tight and more open against him, and he used his body at a different angle so it rubbed against that vulnerable, aching spot.
She cried out his name, because she had to, because she needed to say it aloud.
He thrust with five hard and rapid thrusts and she exploded, felt as if she were one of those shooting stars. She gripped his damp back with her fingers as she whispered his name again and again.
He kept moving, the same hard rhythm, for long minutes and then he thrust once, groaned, and she could feel him pulse inside of her.
In the sudden silence they lay there, sweaty and wet and their breath coming in hard shocks, neither one of them able to speak for the longest time.
Calum lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “You are so sweet. You taste like everything good in the world.”
She looked into his eyes and saw her husband, a man who knew her in a way she hadn’t known someone could.
She gave him a dreamy smile that he traced with his fingertip.
“I love you, Amy-my-lass. God, how I love you.”
And then he kissed her again. Almost too tenderly after what they had just experienced. Holding him, having him kiss her was everything wonderful and magical.
She knew she was going to like this thing called love and marriage, because she had Calum.
He was still hard inside of her and he began to move. She met his motions this time, met him movement for movement while he built the tension inside of her all over again, watching her come in an explosion of ecstasy until finally he went with her, came hard and furiously inside of her.
As they lay there, he shifted and raised up on one elbow and looked down at her. He looked at her as if he wasn’t going to stop looking for a long, long time.
She cupped his cheek with her hand and he grabbed it, and turned his mouth to it so he could kiss her palm. He lifted her hand and placed it on his shoulder. “Am I too heavy?”
She laughed. “Isn’t it a little late to ask that?”
He smiled, then his smile faded. “Am I hurting you now?”
She shook her head. “No. Stay there. I like the feel of you on me.”
“I like the feel of you under me.”
She flushed and he laughed.
“Tell me, lass. How we can do what we just did, twice, and you can still blush?”
“A woman can’t control when she blushes.”
“Ah, but perhaps a man can. I’ll have to test this.” He traced her breast with a finger.
“Again,” she asked.
“After we rest for a few minutes.” He shifted off of her and then groaned. He started to get up, but she stopped him. “Don’t leave me.”
