Anice made certain that he would only have to climb under the covers and not have to fuss with the preparation of it. He closed the door as quietly as possible and walked over to check on the babe. The cradle was empty and he looked to the bed, for sometimes she took Craig to sleep with her there. He was not next to her. She must really be tired if she asked Emma to keep him tonight, he thought.
He peeled off his plaid and shirt and stretched before the warmth of the fire. His hair was still damp, for even the long walk back to the keep from the loch did not give it sufficient time to dry. As he stared into the flames, he thought he heard a noise from her bed and he turned to check on her. She coughed in her sleep and turned to her side.
Turning back to the hearth, he pulled his bedding a few feet more away and then climbed inside the layers of wool. He had just started to drift off to sleep when Anice stirred in her bed. She slid out of the bed and he frowned. She usually only left her bed to check on the babe, but he was not there.
Instead he watched as she walked towards him. When he would have spoken to her, she signaled him with a finger onher lips to remain quiet.
She stood next to him and then knelt beside him. As she leaned over, he thought to say something, but he was gifted with the touch of her lips on his. Her mouth moved on his, pressing and sliding until he opened for her. Her tongue licked over his lips and then he felt her slip it inside. The urge to grab her and take her almost overwhelmed him in his surprise. He fought to control himself and let her lead the way this night.
She deepened the kiss and he followed her motions, lip to lip, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Anice moved closer and he felt the soft caress as her hair fell around him. He opened his eyes and found her looking back at him. She lifted her mouth from his and he felt her fingers tracing his lips and then his chin. She slid them down over his neck and onto his chest. Swirling them around in the hair on his chest, she moved them slowly towards his own nipples. Tingles of pleasure shot through him and he waited with a heightened sense of anticipation for her next touch.
Pushing the covers down to his waist, she explored every inch of his skin. The touch of her lips where her fingers had been sent shivers from his head to his feet and the pulsing in his cock grew even as it did. She was mimicking his actions of that night, he realized, but that did not stop the gasp when she licked his own flat nipples with her tongue. If he had thought that sleeping in the same room with her was torture, he’d been a fool. He sensed her need to control this and struggled to lay compliant beneath her searching fingers and questing tongue.
The groan that burst forth as she reached beneath the plaid could not be helped. Whether she stopped because of the sound of it or due to her own sense of reticence, he did not know. He only felt her fingers still on his skin. Looking down to see what she saw, he saw her gaping at the outline of his cock, erect and pulsing under the layer of plaid.
“Touch it through the plaid if ye dinna want to touch it beneath.” His words came out as the frank plea they were. He would beg her if it would make her hand move once more.
If he thought that the layer of wool fabric would dull the fierceness of his arousal, he was wrong. All she did was move one finger around and over his cock and then she followed thecontours of the sac and balls below it and he was lost in the waves of heat she created. He was ready to beg her for more when he felt the plaid slide down his hips and onto his thighs. He looked at her face, almost fearing what he would find in her eyes. Trying to lessen her apprehension, he smiled at her. She was killing him.
Wrapping his hands in the layers to keep them from reaching for her, he tried to breathe normally to calm down before she touched him flesh to flesh. It did not help at all.
First she repeated what she had done on the plaid, sliding her fingers over the surface of his erection and then down to the sac. Then—and he could not control the groan that escaped as she did it—she cupped her hand around him and stroked him. Another moan tore from him and she stopped.
“Nay,” he moaned hoarsely. “Dinna stop.”
“Do I hurt you, Rob?”
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. Satisfied by his reply, she repeated her actions again and again until he knew his seed would explode from it. He loosened his hand and grabbed hers before he reached the point of no return.
“I need to touch ye, Anice. Please let me touch ye?”
She looked confused for a moment and then shifted next to him.
“Should I lie down?”
“Lie, sit, stand, or hang from the bed, I dinna care so long as I can touch ye.” He laughed at the innocent bewilderment in her expression. “How would ye be more comfortable?”
“I do not know, Robert.” He detected guileless frustration in her voice; she was just as aroused as he, but did not know what to do about it.
“Come closer,” he said, sitting up. “Step over here and sit down.”
She frowned until she placed one foot on each side of him. He lifted her nightgown as she slid down on his lap. With her legs spread, she was open to his touch and he was to hers.
“Oh,” she whispered and he adjusted her knees and brought the part of her that he knew ached closer to his hardness. “I ache,” she moaned, as though she had heard his thoughts.
He touched her as he had the other night, tracing the fullness of her breasts through the silkiness of her gown. She arched again into his hands and he resisted the urge to use his mouth. Sliding his hands down to her legs, he pushed the gown out of the way and moved towards the very heat of her. Anice moved restlessly in his lap, until his fingers touched the dampened curls. Then she moaned as he had and the sound of it gladdened his heart. Waiting for her to adjust to that touch, he moved them in a bit deeper until he heard another moan. Her head began to fall back, but she opened her eyes and stared into his instead.
Robert lay back and began to move his fingers deeper within the cleft. Stroking over the wet heated folds, he watched her face for any sign of fear. When it did not happen, he slipped one then two fingers inside of her, always sliding gently in the moisture she created, never rough or fast. Her body began to follow the rhythm he set and she kept her gaze on his. She moved forward on his hips and rubbed herself against his erection.
“Help me, Robert. Show me what to do.”
“Are ye sure, Anice? I would no’ want to hurt ye.”
“I trust you. Make me your wife now.”
If he thought he could be noble at a time like this, he was wrong. His cock surged against her and he wanted to bury himself deep within her. Guiding her up with his hands on her hips, he paused for the tiniest of moments to give her a chance to stop him. She was looking at his face and not at his erection, so he pressed into her. Inch by inch, he entered her as slowly as the Almighty gave him the strength to do, praying that it would be good for her. He felt her stretch around his length and width and she moved ever downward on his shaft until he was in as deeply as he could go.
The expression of wonderment on her face brought tears to his eyes. He waited until she was accustomed to him inside of her like this and then he lifted her and drew down a bit. She gasped and then smiled.
