He knelt there before her, exposed, rampant, wanting her to touch him. So she did. Without his breeches to block her, she used both hands to explore him. She’d seen a man’s privy parts before, but did not expect them to feel as they did under her hands. Hard. Hot. Smooth. Throbbing in her grasp.
Every touch, every sensation of her fingers on him echoed in her own body and she found herself panting as he did as she cupped her hands and held him in her palms. He moaned as she stroked up and around the length and width of him. Her breasts grew tight and her own flesh throbbed as she learned him. When a small bead of moisture gathered at the opening at the top of his flesh, she leaned over to look more closely at it. She was wet between her legs and this seemed his body’s reaction.
Another moan echoed in the silence around them as he guided her hands to capture him and to stroke up and down in quicker movements. He thrust then, his hips pushing forward and bringing him even closer to her face. What would it be like to kiss him there?
‘Nay, lass,’ he whispered in a ragged voice. ‘Have some pity on me.’
Sorcha did not ken exactly what he meant by that, but she drew back and instead slid her hands down over his strong thighs, enjoying the way he tensed under her palms. The differences between their bodies fascinated her and she moved her hands around until she could touch his buttocks. Again his hips thrust forward as she massaged and stroked his firm muscles there. Was there no part of him that was not hard and muscular?
He’d held himself in check, barely, but now he needed to touch her and explore her body as thoroughly as she did his. Alan eased back out of her grasp and leaned back on his heels.
‘Take off your gown and lie back, love,’ he urged.
Alan saw the momentary hesitation as she heard his words. He wanted to see every inch of her. He wanted to touch and taste every part of her body before he finally let himself find satisfaction. He saw the tiniest glimmer of fear in her gaze when she saw and felt his size, knowing he would join with her by putting that part into her body. Now, he wanted to show her such pleasure that it would wipe out any fear between them.
She gathered the length of the bedgown in her hands and tugged it up over her head. The movement brought her breasts, her lovely, pink-tipped breasts, up and out, begging to be touched. Whether she’d pulled her legs closed on purpose or not, she presented him with the most perfect pose as she tossed her gown off the pallet.
Her hair flowed around her, cascading down and swirling over her breasts and her hips. As she moved, the lengthy curls did, too, teasing him and gifting him with enticing peeks at her creamy flesh. If she thought it gave her some measure of protection from his gaze, she was wrong. He reached out and caressed her ankles, easing them apart so he could crawl up between her legs. As he did that, she leaned back until she lay spread before him like a virgin sacrifice to the ancient gods.
But she was his virgin. His to take. His to love.
His cock grew even harder as he watched her slide her hips down on the pallet. His fingers itched to touch the soft curls now before him. Alan reached out and stroked the inside of her legs, watching as she trembled with each inch he moved closer to those curls. He caressed gently, up and up and up, stopping just before he touched them. Her body arched each time as though trying to make him finally reach his goal. Now, she pulled her knees up and her legs fell wide enough that he could see the glistening flesh there, plump and wet and aroused for him.
But he wanted her ready for him when he would enter her, to ease whatever pain there might be in their joining. The last time he had rushed his caresses to the most sensitive flesh but now, knowing she was untouched but for him, he would take his time and pleasure her before that last intimacy.
‘Sorcha,’ he said, sliding back so he could lean down between her legs. ‘Look at me.’ She lifted her head and stared at him with glazed eyes. ‘Do not look away.’
She nodded and he dipped his mouth to kiss the inside of her thigh. Sorcha gasped and her legs fell open more. Alan followed with more kisses, open-mouthed, suckling kisses that moved ever closer to his goal. He never took his gaze from hers as he reached the curls there and placed his mouth right on the plump and heated flesh. She moaned and began to close her eyes.
‘Watch me, Sorcha,’ he said. When her gaze was back on his, he slid his hands under and around her thighs, pulling her against his mouth and spreading her even wider. ‘Feel this. Feel me tasting you.’
He licked in long strokes, parting the folds with the tip of his tongue. Her body blossomed beneath his mouth, swelling and growing wet until he lapped at her essence. He felt the moment when she lost herself to the pleasure, falling back and gasping over and over, no longer able to keep her focus on him.
Alan laughed and felt it reverberate through her as he relentlessly pushed her on to more pleasure. Her body arched against his mouth, accepting his tongue as it dived inside her woman’s channel. Tight. She was so very tight and he kenned he was the first to touch her here. He reached his hands over her legs and stroked her there, teasing her with lips and tongue and teeth as he touched her and found her own little, hard bit of flesh waiting for him. She grabbed his hair then and her body bucked against him.
‘Easy now, love,’ he urged. ‘Can you feel it?’ He licked in a long stroke from her core to that bud. ‘Something inside you is pulling tight.’ Another finger plunged in to join the first one deep inside her flesh. ‘Let me show you where it is.’ He rubbed against the sensitive place within her core and was rewarded by a keening sound she moaned out. ‘Do you feel it there, Sorcha?’ He moved his hand, adding a third finger, and she screamed out. ‘Rub against me now, love. Feel me inside you...here...and here.’
Alan moved then, his hand pressing deep within her, until he could kiss her breasts. Now she was completely enthralled, matching the rhythm he’d set with his fingers with her hips, arching and relaxing, faster and faster until he felt everything within her release. The tips of her breasts tightened against his mouth even as her flesh within her throbbed, spasms tightening her inner channel around his fingers.
He could not help but smile as he watched her reach her peak. For several minutes, her body responded and shuddered against his hand, pouring the moisture that would ease his way on to his fingers. Then he knew the moment when she went limp, when her satisfaction filled her and her body relented. As he eased his hold on her and eased back on to his heels again, he nearly came at the sight of her then.
Like the famed goddess of love, she lay open and glistening before him, her body relaxed in that way that complete satisfaction causes. Her hair lay around her, pooled in places that made him ache to touch and outlining her curves in a silken cloud. Her quick and shallow breathing slowed and became even. Alan waited for her to open her eyes, confident that he had brought her to pleasure for the first time in her life.
‘Alan?’ she whispered as she met his gaze. Her hips shook then as another pulse of pleasure raced through her, an aftershock of sorts to what she’d already felt. ‘What happened?’
‘That was pleasure, my love,’ he said, easing to her side and gathering her close.
‘Are we done then? she asked. ‘I thought you had to...’ She glanced at his still-rampant flesh before she looked back at him.
‘Nay, we can have pleasure without joining.’
‘Oh,’ she said, her well-kissed lips forming the perfect shape that would haunt his dreams for ever. He pictured those luscious lips around the head of his cock and his hips flexed against her, letting her know he was not done yet. ‘Oh,’ she repeated.
‘Not done at all.’
‘When will we...?’
Taking her question as an invitation, he began to show her how pleasure could be shared again and again. And that there was so much more to show her.
