“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe. Throwing me over his shoulder, he lopes up the staircase, taking the steps two at a time. He passes my door and heads for the one at the end of the hall.
Time slows back down when he puts me gently on my feet. “I’m going to fuck you, wife,” he says, unbuttoning my dress and sliding it over my shoulders. “I’m filthy as fuck, and I’m a rough lover. I’m going to have you doing dirty shit with me that you probably never thought of.”
His mouth is on the pulse point on my neck and I know he can feel how wildly erratic it is. Giving a dark little chuckle, he bites me gently there. “I think you like that, wife. I’m not going to hurt you. Tonight, anyway. I promise you’re going to love it when I stuff you full of my dick.”
He pulls back, examining my face and for once, I have nothing to say. Nothing.
I am so screwed.
Chapter Twenty-Two
In which every woman's first time should be this good.
Dougal…
I should slow down. Take more time. Isla’s wide-eyed stare and the shocked way she responded to coming on my tongue downstairs confirms my suspicion that she’s a virgin.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?”
Her mouth drops open and I want to fuck that perfect little mouth, thrust my thick cock between those full, pink lips. But not yet. She needs to acclimate to this, the face-fucking will have to come later.
Leaning closer, I enunciate the words. “Isn’t it?”
Eyes narrowed defensively, she mutters, “Yes,” between tight lips.
“We should establish a safe word.” I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face. This beautiful, intelligent, cunning woman is a virgin?
“How about ‘fuck you’?” Isla snaps.
Stroking my chin, I pretend to think about it. “Hmm, not good. It should be something you wouldn’t usually say to me.”
“You aresuchan-”
Kissing her to stop the anticipated stream of invectives, I cup her face between my hands. “I’m sorry, lass. I am being an arsehole. Let me make it up to you.” I kiss her softly, over and over until her stiff body relaxes a bit against me.“Nighean bhreagha,beautiful girl. I’m going to make you feel good.”
Lifting her and laying her back against the pillows on my bed, I carefully spread her hair out around her like an array of midnight silk, and distract her with more kisses while I yank off my clothes.
“Your pussy tastes like honey and heaven,” I whisper, enjoying her little shiver. “I can hardly wait to taste it again.” Cupping her breasts in my hands, I gently stroke my thumbs over her hard little nipples. They feel incredible, silky skin, warm against my palms, and gorgeous, pink nipples. Very gently, I bite one and watch it turn red, then do the same to the other. Her hips come up against the thigh I have jammed between her legs and I groan.
“These pink nipples are so sensitive, aren’t they?”
I’m not expecting an answer, but she says, “Um, yes. I can’t wear lacy bras. They get too…”
“Fecking hell,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come before I even get inside of you.” Smoothing one hand down along the curve of her hip, I cup her ass and lift her against me, her pussy rubbing against my thigh and leaving a little streak of arousal on my skin.
Gently squeezing and sucking her breasts, I groan as her hands slowly slide into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. Her hips are moving against my leg and I’m wondering if I could make her come just by playing with these gorgeous tits. The thought of attaching clamps to her nipples, maybe connected by a silver chain makes me hiss and squeeze my cock hard to keep from coming.
Hastily pulling a condom out of the bedside table and rolling it over my painfully hard dick, I tap it against my wife’s swollen clitoris, pink and peeking out of its hood, and as her gasp turns into a shriek, I growl with appreciation.
“Nighean bhreagha,my beautiful girl, so responsive. Do you want this?” Sliding the tip of my cock up and down her silky, glistening slit, I watch her eyes, narrowed and trying to hide that her pupils are blown wide with arousal, leaving a thin ring of green around them. She nods reluctantly. “You want me to fuck you? Say it. I need to hear the words.”
“Aye,” she grinds out. “I hate you but aye.”
Bracing my feet against the mattress, I slide into her, gritting my teeth against the sweet resistance of her channel. I desperately want to shove inside, sheath myself completely but I gather the shredded remains of my self-control.
“So fecking tight,” I groan, “so snug inside you, wife.” Circling my hips, I drag my erection through the tight clench of her core, sliding in and out, a little deeper each time. I am not going to come like some arsehole fourteen-year-old boy. She’ll come again before I do.
Her fingers are digging into my back, creating little cuts, and my sweat makes them sting. The bite of pain clears my head a bit and I circle my hips again. “Still more of me to get inside you,” I whisper, kissing her again, “open wider.”
