Sean reached an arm toward her bosom. He traced his fingers along each breast, cupping their fullness then stroking her rigid nipples. She closed her eyes at the intensity of longing sweeping through her.
“Ye’re a bonny lad.” He urged her closer to stand between his legs. “A more bonny lass.”
He turned his head to rest his cheek against her. She felt certain he could feel her heart beat against him.
“And ’tis fine with ye that I am not man enough?”
Thomasina reminded him of his earlier taunts.
He pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face. “Yea. ’Tis more than fine. As a lass, I find ye lacking nothing. I should not have taunted ye so but I had a hard time keeping my hands off ye.”
The intensity of his gaze slowly sweeping over her heated her skin, as if it were his hands caressing her. “I want ye something fierce, Sean.” She repeated his earlier words.
He looked up at her. “Yea? Ye’re a brave one.”
Hooking an arm behind her knees, he took her into his arms and walked to the pallet in the corner. He nuzzled through her hair, kissed her neck, then allowed her legs to drop. “Ye’re a bonny one indeed,” he untied the bow at the back, pulling at the laces with each word, “and methinks ye’re even more bonny beneath.”
The gown loosened and he slipped it down her arms. She couldn’t catch her breath as he watched its movement slipping from her, revealing a shoulder. A breast. A navel. He pulled her close, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. She fought to hold back her groan of pleasure. He slid the gown down as he continued the assault of one breast and then the other. His mouth warm against her skin.
Wetness pooled in her most intimate area and she held her legs closed. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound as her body arched against him. His hand on her bottom, grasping and stroking, made her pulse quicken. She tried to keep her lips closed.
Sean had wondered at the responsiveness of her body at his ministrations. Cantering hips. Arching back. Grasping hands. Clearly she was aroused and that pleased him. When he saw her biting her lip, he knew why her passion seemed muted. He took a deep, shaky breath and sat down on the coffer. He was near to exploding and this wonderful, little treasure was trying not to make a sound. Perhaps he moved too fast.
“Come.” Sean patted his lap. “I wish to hold my bride.”
She came willingly, if a little uncertain, and sat on his lap. His eyes dropped to her rosy nipples, begging to be suckled but glanced at her face. “Kiss me, Thomasina.”
He saw the flash of pleasure in her eyes. She tipped her head toward him, her lips soft against his. Timid. Then she became more forceful. Wrapping her hand around his head, she pulled him in closer as her tongue sparred with his own. He’d thought allowing her to go at her own pace might help cool his need but she was quickly pushing him over the edge.
Thomasina started to pull at his leine. “I want to see ye.”
He reluctantly withdrew his hands and she stood away from him. Her lips parted, she watched as he doffed each piece of clothing. Her breathing accelerating. When he dropped his trews and his manhood sprang forth, she glanced at his face, her eyes widening. He could see the fear forming in her mind and he pulled her in close.
“Love making is not painful. ’Tis pleasurable. Perhaps the first time there may be some discomfort.”
“Ye’re going to rip me asunder with that thing.” She sounded near to tears.
“Where is my brave, Thomasina?”
She pulled back to give him a withering look. He smiled.
“I will not rip anything but yer maidenhead which needs to be taken.”
She said nothing but he could feel her body tensing.
“We can stop now if ye are afraid.”
“I am not afraid.” Thomasina pushed her shoulders back with the declaration.
“Then let us lie down for a bit.” Sean indicated the small pallet behind them.
Thomasina slid down against the wall and turned toward him. He lay on his back. “Will ye kiss me again?”
Her face lit up. Something she did enjoy. She began with an eager kiss that made him rock hard with its unspoken promises. He stroked her side then up her thigh and again between her legs. Her body was eager if her mind was not yet ready.
He covered her and cupped her breasts. With a firm tongue he stroked her nipples into hard buds, her moans a balm to his lust inflamed body. When she reached to pull his hip closer to her, he pushed her down. “Not yet. Let me show ye pleasure, Thomasina.”
Moving to her stomach, he kissed and laved as he dropped lower. He positioned himself between her legs, nibbling a hip as he worked his way to her core. He could smell her need and it nearly set him off. Her wetness was sweet on his tongue and he stroked her, long and deep. She pivoted, rocking against his mouth. He dipped a finger in and she bucked up, nearly dislodging him. She grasped at his head, pulling him in tighter. Out of necessity, he imagined himself in the cold ocean, the water gripping him. Then he tried to imagine standing naked in the cold snow. His body demanded distraction. There’d never been such a need for him to hold off his own pleasure but he would not be disappointing her.
