Chapter Nineteen
If he’d given any indication that he was surprised or ashamed of the way her body became a thing unknown to her, the soft chuckle that he uttered then dispelled her fear that she had acted unseemly. She’d waited for him to enter her until he drove her mad with pleasure and wanting. He seemed to know what he wanted for his touch was exact and with purpose.
She lay there feeling as satisfied as when she ate too much at the Christmastide feast. But this was fullness and satiation of a different kind. One that made her feel as though she could do this again and again and still want it...again. All it took was his hand sliding along her hip towards her breasts to make her body want more.
‘Will you put it inside me now?’ she asked. Even knowing about the pain to come, Sorcha forgot as the magic of his touch roused her body once more.
‘Aye.’
His hand cupped her breast and lifted it so his mouth could cover its tip. He suckled it and gently bit the nipple, before drawing it out from between his teeth. When the tip slid out, she moaned at the exquisite sensation of pleasure that was almost pain. Would he do that again? Would he put his mouth on her flesh and do that again?
‘When, Alan? When?’
She could barely form words to speak her wants and her need as her body arched then. Her legs moved in some restless pattern against his as he took her other breast in his mouth and did the same thing. An unearthly sound escaped from her, for words would not form for her then. He laughed at her and she kenned in her heart that he was enjoying what he did to her and her reaction to him.
‘Soon,’ he promised, putting his hand against her mound and pressing there.
It both eased and worsened the ache deep inside and all she could do was let her body respond. As one finger slid within the sensitive folds between her legs, she arched against his hand. She wanted him there. She wanted him to bring that pleasure, that ache, that need, back. Sorcha needed to make him hurry, so she reached out and took hold of his hardness.
He laughed then, thrusting against her palm. Her mouth watered then and she wondered what that part of him would taste like. But when she pushed herself up, he covered her body with his and lay between her splayed legs. Now, his erect flesh was against her and, when she lifted her hips, it slipped along her cleft. She could feel the wide head of it touch there. Need and desire took over then and she begged him. She wanted him there. She wanted him inside. She wanted him...
‘Now, Alan,’ she urged, grabbing on to his buttocks so he could not move away. ‘Fill me.’
All it took was a slight shift in his hips and he pushed himself inside of her. His hardness slid within her softness, pressing and then stretching her until it was almost too much for her.
Almost.
Then he eased back a scant inch before pushing further. She gasped at the feeling of it. Just when the burning would begin, he would ease back and begin again. His expression was intense above her as he found a pace that left her gasping and moaning. Filling her, then leaving, thrusting deeper before withdrawing, every stroke of his flesh easing his way back in.
An overwhelming sensation raced through her body then. Invaded, aye. Filled, aye. Stretched, aye. But it was not enough. She wanted more. She wanted something. His soft words, more promise than threat, were the only warning she got before he moved.
‘Now, love. Now.’
He guided her legs up and around his hips and began thrusting faster and faster. No pausing now, he led her into a primitive rhythm of giving and taking, of full and empty, of need and want. Her body rose to meet his, taking him in so deep he touched her womb. His flesh grew with each stroke until she could not take more of him. Sorcha needed to tell him to stop, but her body opened for him, allowing him in even more.
She could not breathe. She could not think. She wanted to scream as everything within her came loose and shattered around him. Alan threw his head back and groaned loudly as she felt his seed spill inside her. Over and over, more and again, he stroked her deep and hard until every hot drop had been milked from him by the tightening spasms of her flesh. Sorcha lost herself then, giving up to the overwhelming pleasure, as Alan collapsed on her, tucking his head against her neck and breathing heavily.
‘Done,’ she thought she heard him whisper against her skin.
* * *
It took some time before either of them could breathe or speak.
Completely awed by what had happened, Sorcha lay without moving and waited for him to rouse. This feeling, this satisfaction, was bone-deep and permeated her body and soul. She did not want it to be over. She did not want it to go away. It was then, when he moved ever so slightly, that she realised he was still inside her.
She winced at the discomfort there until he slid his flesh out of her. Then she wished he had not. She was empty in a place she’d never kenned was there. But now, she wanted him back inside. She was about to ask him if that was possible, when he lifted his head and stared at her.
‘Did I hurt you, lass?’ he asked. ‘I ken I was rougher than I should have been with it being your first time.’ When he began to sit up, she clutched at his shoulders.
‘I pray you, do not leave yet.’ She feared that once away from her, he would never return. That the night would be over and she would have this emptiness inside her for the rest of her life.
He settled back down and eased to his side, holding her against him as he drew a blanket over them. Cocooned with him, Sorcha leaned her head against his chest and kissed him there. She could feel his heart beat against her mouth and savoured this closeness for she kenned well it would not and could not last.
‘You did not answer my question, Sorcha. Did I hurt you?’
She smiled against his skin and shook her head. She’d heard about the pain a woman suffered on her first time with a man, but none of that came close in describing what she’d felt.
‘You did not,’ she said. She let out a sigh and he began stroking her back under the blanket. ‘It was...quite pleasant.’ She swore that he growled as he turned her on her back and climbed over her.
