She was about to ask what he was doing, when she felt it for herself. His tongue, lashing lightly against that same, exquisite center of her pleasure. The most wondrous kiss she had ever experienced.
“Oh… Owen!” she panted, grasping at the blankets beneath her.
His tongue moved in steady, intense strokes, igniting wave after wave of molten fire that seared delectably through her entire being. Indeed, her body did not seem able to contain the ferocity of her pleasure, for her limbs were trembling, her breath had turned shallow and harsh, and her heart was threatening to burst from her chest; it was beating so powerfully.
But Owen was not done.
“Tell me if ye feel any pain,” he murmured, in a fleeting pause between the caresses of his tongue.
Heather was not even sure she had heard him, as she writhed upon the bed in a state of absolute bliss, relishing in every stroke. However, shewasaware of his fingertips sliding along a part of her she had never explored at any length.
He paused at the very moment she felt a pressure against her most secret place: his fingertips held at the gateway to untold pleasures. Not once did he stop lavishing his attentions upon her swollen bud, but he seemed to be waiting for her permission.
“That… that feels… good,” she rasped, gripping the blankets tighter in case it hurt. Still, as of yet, he had done nothing to cause her pain.
Her muscles seized as he slowly slipped a finger inside her. There was no pain, just the discomfort of adjusting to an entirely new feeling. No doubt sensing her hesitation, Owen did not move his finger, letting her grow accustomed to it.
“Are ye well?” he asked, placing a kiss upon her hip.
She nodded. “I am not hurt.”
“Let me ken if it’s too much,” he insisted, meeting her gaze as he slid another finger inside her.
It proved to be the perfect remedy to the strangeness of the first. The considerable width triggered a pulse of pleasure that relaxed her back into the mattress, adding another layer of delight to the ones his tongue had conjured.
“Yes… I like that… very much,” she cried out, close to screaming with ecstasy as his tongue resumed its fond attention upon her.
Her hips bucked, her legs shook, her fingers clenched the blankets, her breath seared in her lungs, and her back arced, almost involuntarily, as a feeling of pressure gathered within her. Was that what he meant about it being too much? She did not know, but shedidknow that she did not want this to end. She could tremble away into nothing, and she would still desire more.
What other secrets have been hidden from me, all the two-and-twenty years of my life?Perhaps, this was why her father had kept her locked away whenever there were young, handsome gentlemen at the castle. Perhaps, this was why women were told not to ride astride horses, so it would not alert them to the bud that sparked pleasure when rubbed against. Had she known, she might have explored the possibilities of her body, alone in the comfort of her own chambers.
“Yes, my darling… yes!” she urged, moaning at the slow, successive withdraw and plunge of his fingers.
With her eyes closed, her mind filled in the gaps of her knowledge. Those drawings she had seen in the gaoler’s room were only a hint of what happened when a man and woman joined together. They could not possibly capture the sensations she was reveling in, at that moment. However, it did inspire her imagination to wonder how much more exquisite it could become, if it were not his fingers within her, but the protrusion that forever strained to be closer to her.
When we are married, will I find out?Delirious as she was, she had not forgotten the importance of her integrity. What they were doing did not seem improper, since she knew his intentions were good, but she would not go further than this until they were bound before God.
“Oh, Owen!” Her thoughts dissipated as the pressure inside her built up to breaking point.
A moment later, his tongue, his touch, his skill, tipped her over the edge. The perpetual, delicious bursts of ecstasy she had relished throughout this discovery of herself were nothing compared to what came next.
An almighty explosion erupted in the depths of her abdomen, sending powerful currents of pure pleasure through her veins. Wherever her blood rushed, the bliss followed, until she was a shaking, gasping, breathless shell of an utterly satisfied woman.
She collapsed into the mattress, not realizing her back had arced against the power of her conclusion. There, she lay, staring up at the rafters, watching the decorations sway in the warm draft that swelled up from the fireplace. It was as if she were not even in her own body, but in paradise.
“Did that please ye?” Owen kissed along her thighs and across the space between her hips, before letting his mouth trail up her stomach. His body shadowed his lips, clambering up onto the bed so he could lavish more of his attention upon her feverish skin.
At her pert breasts, he paused to steal a gentle suck, smiling as a gasp slipped from her lips. It was almost too intense to bear, now her body had gone through the wonders of her conclusion. Seeming to know that, Owen rolled over onto his side and pulled her into his chest, wrapping her up in a tight embrace.
“That was only yer first lesson,” he said with a chuckle. “Actually, it was more a promise of what’s to come when we’re wed.”
She peered up at him. “You still wish to marry me?”
“I would like nothin’ more,” he replied, bending his head to kiss her. “But it’ll be ye who decides, in the end.”
Pulling back so she could look into his eyes, she frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We daenae have to speak of that just yet.” He kissed her again, robbing her of her will to press him.
