Brodie eased them down on to the pile of clothing, holding her against his legs until he knelt and she sat on him. Before she knew what he did, he’d tossed the length of plaid across the floor there and laid her down. Small waves of pleasure echoed through her flesh, between her legs and deep within and she smiled at the sensation.
‘You liked that?’ he asked. She laughed then, finding that she could breathe.
‘But we did not...join,’ she said, realising that she’d been lost in whatever he’d caused her body to feel and he was still erect and clothed.
‘There is time for that, Arabella,’ he said, as he tugged her shift off and tossed it aside.
Wearing only her stockings, she felt wicked. And when he turned her over on to her back and lay next to her, she lost the ability to think at all. He could touch her anywhere now and he did. He moved to kneel over her and he kissed the length of her body, sucking on the tips of her breasts. Then he used his mouth to lick and taste every inch of her skin, down her belly and on to her thighs. Her legs fell open to him and she lifted her head to see what he was doing.
That was a mistake.
His gaze was so full of hunger and desire as he kissed along the inside of her thighs that she gasped and fell back. The first touch of his tongue on the flesh there shocked her, but her body liked it. Her hips rose and pressed against his mouth.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, grasping at the plaid beneath her and panting as his tongue and mouth suckled the sensitive area.
‘Tasting you, lass,’ he said, his words vibrating against her flesh.
When his tongue delved deep where his fingers had been, her mind fled. When his fingers joined in and tormented her over and over, she lost herself to the pleasure he gave. Her body shook and bowed to his every touch, following his fingers and tongue and begging for more. Arabella spread her legs at his urging and he slid his hands beneath her, pulling her closer and tasting every bit of her there.
That exquisite tightness curled deep within her and her muscles began to shake as he pushed her relentlessly towards more and more pleasure. When he lifted his mouth and climbed up to kneel between her legs, she whimpered at the loss of him. He soothed her, tormented her, urged her on with his hand buried deep in the cleft of her flesh.
Then she felt him there and lifted her head as he pressed the hard ridge of his flesh into her. He met her gaze and watched her as he entered her, inch by inch, slowly stretching and burning and piercing her. Then, with one thrust he was as deep as he could be, and her body let go. He leaned down over her and kissed her mouth, possessing her there even as he joined with her.
Filled with him, his tongue in her mouth, his flesh in hers, Arabella ached with need. When she shifted her hips and took him in deeper, she heard his groan and laughed. He leaned back and gaze into her eyes.
‘Ready, lass?’ he asked in the last moment before he began moving. His hips lifted and plunged, sending his flesh deeper and deeper, touching another place she’d never known existed within her and pushing her to more pleasure. When she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, he laughed against her mouth, so she did it again and again.
His flesh hardened within her and he withdrew until she cried out at the emptiness. Then he filled her with unrelenting strokes until her body fell over the edge of reason and into madness. She shattered around him, unable to stop the waves of pleasure from breaking through her. At the last moment of awareness, she felt his flesh harden as he spilled his seed within her.
How long they lay, their flesh joined, naked and sweating, skin to skin, she knew not. She cared not. Her body hummed with a new awareness, every inch of her had been pleasured and touched, even places she’d never known before. But he had known how to reach them and touch them and taste them. And he had. After some time, he eased out of her and he moved to her side, drawing her close to him. Tucking her head against his chest, he held her as all the sensations seeped from her body, leaving her unable to move but feeling more alive than ever before.
‘Are you well?’ he asked in a quiet voice.
She’d heard the women gossip about a maiden’s first time. They all spoke of the pain, but none had shared the truth about the pleasure. Probably to keep young maidens from seeking it.
‘I am...well,’ she said, rolling away and stretching her body against his. He laughed as he gathered her in his arms and held her close again.
‘I am glad.’ He kissed her gently then, rubbing his cheek against hers and entwining their fingers. He lifted her hand up and kissed that, too.
Arabella lay there in wonderment of all that had happened between them. It did not take long for the passion to leach away and for guilt to enter her thoughts.
‘Regretting it now, Arabella?’ Brodie asked. When she met his gaze, he smiled. ‘Your expression changed just then. I could see it there.’
‘Regrets? Aye. You and this, nay,’ she answered, turning to face him. He entwined their fingers together then, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. ‘But many regrets.’
She watched as his eyes darkened and wanted to banish the sadness that entered there. She did not wish to think about all the repercussions and consequences of this night and her actions. She wanted to savour this night because she knew it would all change at dawn and then over the coming days.
But not now.
Arabella lifted her hand and traced a line down his chest. The curls tickled the tips of her fingers as she swirled through them. If he understood her aim, he did not say, but his breathing changed as she moved inch by inch lower. His trews lay opened and loose and as she touched his belly with the back of her hand, that male part of him began to rise.
‘It’s a randy fellow,’ he said with a soft chuckle.
That turned to a gasp as she slid her hand around the randy fellow and closed her fingers. He hardened within her grasp as she watched. Then his hips arched and the flesh surged in her hand, growing larger and harder within seconds. Brodie reached down and moved her hand away.
‘Did I hurt you?’ she asked.
‘Nay, Arabella. But I will hurt you if you let it have its way.’
