He dare not breathe. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she decided she required more time.
Brighit thoughtfully sipped her drink before answering. “Waiting creates more jitters. Fear of the unknown.”
She searched his face and swallowed down her mead, returning it to him for more.
“I prefer not to wait,” she said.
He exhaled his relief, refilling her mead. He’d prefer she not become drunk. Making love was not usually an event requiring drunkenness.
“Are you afeared now?” He traced his finger along the side of her face. “I would die before I ever hurt you.”
She took the last swallow. He took her empty cup then placed his hand against her flushed cheek.
Brighit turned her face into his palm, closing her eyes. Her skin was as soft as he remembered. All her skin was soft. He pulled her face toward him. Her lips were soft and inviting and tasted of mead. She placed one hand against his chest and returned the kiss. He traced his tongue along the seam of her tightened lips.
“Open your mouth to me,” he whispered the words.
After the slightest hesitation, she did, shifting closer to accommodate him. The honey sweetness coated her tongue. The warmth of the mead spread through him as he was sure it was her. She wrapped one hand tentatively around his neck, still reaching her head toward him. He needed her much closer. Pulling his head away, he let his gaze sweep over her body. He lightly traced the outline of one breast with his fingertip, running along the nipple when it pearled in response to his touch, then around again as his tongue longed to do.
“I remember these beautiful breasts.” His voice was quiet. He glanced at her when her breath quickened. “Reveal yourself to me.” In his mind he saw her naked again and he needed to touch her. He looked into her eyes. “Let me touch you.”
She searched his face before standing in front of him. With crossed hands, she pulled the material up with what he’d swear was slow deliberation. He dare not breathe. His eyes remained fixed on her rising hem as each part was revealed to him. Dainty ankles and graceful knees followed by lovely thighs that he longed to drag his hands along, ending with his fingers buried between them.
He glanced at her face again. Her eyes were hooded, her breath shallow. She may be nervous but she was enjoying this. When she pulled the gown over her head, her breasts were caught by the chemise and they shook with the movement, nearly setting him off. Out of sheer desperation, he stood and grasped the under curve of each delectable swell, cupping their heaviness, kneading them against his hand.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this.”
Her nipples were hard against his palm. Her eyes fluttered shut in response. He dropped his mouth and suckled her. Sliding one hand lower, he slipped it between her legs. He caressed her with light strokes. She relaxed against him, her hands moving around his head, pulling him more fully against her.
He placed a hand on either hip and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. Turning her away from him, he ran his hands along every inch of her, getting her accustomed to his touch. With one hand grasping her breast, his other hand slid over her lovely derriere.
“You’ve a mouth-watering arse,” he whispered into her ear.
He felt her shiver and he pulled her back against him. He wanted to be driving into her now. To hear her panting in his ear as he thrust into her. To get his release. He steadied himself. When she rubbed against his hardness, he was lost. He turned her in his arms.
“I need to take you. Now.” His hands grasped and pulled her closer.
Brighit reached down to cover his manhood with her palm, grasping as he had her. He pulled her hand away, struggling for composure.
“No. It’s your turn to be touched and I’m not nearly finished touching you,” he said.
He lowered her across the bed then followed. With slow deliberation, he released the material tied back at the four posts of the bed. One by one, the outside world was closed off, leaving them in a haven of solitude.
With his lips on her mouth, he worshipped her body with his hands. Caressing. Fondling. Tugging. She opened her mouth to him as she did her body. He ravaged both. When he slid his hand down her stomach toward the apex of her legs, she hesitated only slightly before parting her knees to grant him access.
“Ah, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
With gentle strokes he touched her lightly at first but dipping into her wetness, his breath hitched. He wanted to go slow but he was not a saint. He stood to remove the rest of his clothing but her intent gaze made him wonder about his own ability to pleasure her first. Covering her with his body, he slipped between her legs. His hardened shaft eagerly pushing against her slick surface.
“Sweet Lord.”
“I need... more.” She sounded breathless.
That was all he needed to hear. With one firm thrust, he entered here. A gentle burst of air was the only sound she made as her maidenhead was breached. He stopped to kiss her deeply. She kissed him back.
“You’re mine now.”
“I’ve been yours forever.”
