For all they’d shared before, Reyna felt a moment of shyness. She knew Blake had seen her, but she’d still had clothing she could use to cover herself. Now she was completely exposed, laid bare before his heated gaze and the fiery passion in his eyes.
Blake set her skirt aside and stared at her, his eyes making her blush as they roved hungrily over her naked body, bared save forthe familiar necklace at her throat. Determined not to be alone, she reached out and grabbed at the length of tartan around his hips and tugged. A moment of effort and the knots came free. The cloth fell away to reveal his member, already hard and thick in the firelight.
Reyna gasped at the girth of him, and Blake chuckled again as he leaned down to cover her. “Dinnae fret lass. Just trust me.”
She tried to relax, to trust herself to him, though her nerves still sang with apprehension.What if I cannae take him? Or what if I disappoint him, being that he’s surely had lovers afore, and I’m still a maiden?
His hard length was hot against her thigh as he lowered himself and began to kiss a slow, lazy trail from her earlobe, down the line of her neck to the hollow of her throat, before he bent lower and took one breast into his mouth, suckling and nipping until she was writhing beneath him, her fears forgotten in the heat building within her.
Reyna gasped when he switched his attention to her other breast, allowing the night wind to provide a chilling contrast to the heat of his mouth and the stimulation offered by his teeth and tongue scraping and licking gently over her.
His chest was pressed to her belly, the firm muscles gently pinning her in place, the heat of him and the slickness of the sweat that shone on his skin adding yet more stimulus, a weight and presence that made her want even more of him.
One of his hands moved, sliding lower before he shifted his weight, and his knee pressed between her legs. “Open yerself tae me, Reyna.” His voice was a low, rough growl of desire and command, and she found herself spreading her knees and leaving herself exposed and open to his touch as he moved to balance himself between her legs, his erection pressing against the junction of her thigh, tantalizingly close to where she wanted it, and yet achingly far as well. She shifted, trying to encourage him to enter her, but he laughed, low and dark like smoke and velvet, and shifted low to whisper in her ear. “Nae yet, lass. I’ve waited a long time tae be with ye, and I’ll nae be rushing it fer either o’ us.”
“But... I want... Blake, I need…”
“I ken. Just relax.”
He kissed her again as one hand slid slowly and sensuously over her stomach, leaving her nerves singing with the sensations of heat and cold, the softness of his touch and the roughness of the calluses on his palm as his hand drifted downward.
The blunt nails traced small circles around her navel, touching and teasing, gentle with just a little bit of scratching to contrast the pleasure and heighten everything she felt. When he bent to taste the small indentation in her flesh, she found herself gasping and grasping at the damp, soft hair, unsure whether she wanted to drag his head up to kiss her, or press him closer to her sex, so he might bring her more pleasure there, as he had the night before.
His fingers carded gently through the soft, fine hairs of her sex, the short nails scratching lightly to add another level of sensation that made her squirm and try to arch against his hand.
His fingers slipped lower to stroke over the outer lips of her sex, sliding through the dampness of her arousal with maddening slowness before he gently eased one finger into her.
Reyna gasped, whimpering at the contrast of gentle movement and the roughness of the sword-callused skin as his finger slowly pressed deeper into her and his thumb caressed the pleasure center he’d used to send her over the edge the night before. His finger was very different from his tongue, but no less exciting as it slowly pressed deeper inside to caress not only the inner folds of her sex, but the walls of her core.
He drew his hand out of her, and she cried out at the lack, only to be rendered breathless as a dark smile lit his face and he slowly licked his finger clean of her fluids. “Ye taste good tae me, did ye ken that?” His hand slid back to her secret places to continue stimulating her as he bent to whisper in her ear. “Like the finest draft straight from Cerridwen’s cauldron... or the sweetest wine from Underhill…”
His hand slid deeper, his finger creating a slight burn as he stroked as deep as his hand would allow, deep into her core. Then his hand withdrew, and Reyna gasped as two fingers slowly entered her, stretching her and pressing the channel to her core open wider. The heat and the pressure created a burn that was uncomfortable a moment, before the feeling translated to pleasure and made her press into his hand, wanting more.
Blake slowly but steadily stroked the fires of pleasure and heat higher within her, every motion of his hand finding new places to caress, to bring sensation to. Before long, she was writhing against his hand, whimpering for more, back arching as she chased the sensation of pleasure, seeking release.
Then Blake drew his hand back, and she cried out at the emptiness left behind, shuddering as the wave of sensation receded without dissipating her need, or her frustration. “Blake…”
“I ken lass.” His voice was a low, rough purr that was nearly as sensuous as his touch.
Reyna gasped as she felt the pressure of his shaft against her entrance, hot and hard and thick as it slowly breached the out lips of her sex and began to press inward, stretching and filling the sheath of her innermost core and sending waves of intermingled pleasure and pain through her with every shift of his weight.
The slow burn was on the edge of discomfort, driving her to madness, but Blake’s weight and his hands held her in place, forcing her to endure his excruciatingly slow pace as he slipped gently deeper into her.
They both felt it when the tip of is length reached the barrier of her maidenhead within her. Blake froze, shuddering as he did so. His breath was ragged, his sweat falling to sizzle against her heated skin as he bent close once more. “Last chance taestop me, Reyna. Once the barrier is breached, there’s nay going back.”
Reyna wasn’t sure she could still speak words, and she didn’t try. Instead, she arched into him, trying to get closer. Blake made a low sound in the back of his throat, like a groan and a growl intermingled, then bent to seal his mouth over hers as his member pressed forward and breached the thin barrier of her innocence.
His kiss swallowed her cry of pain and filled her mouth with the taste of salt and her own musk, both of them shuddering as he fought to remain still, while she breathed through the sharp stabbing ache.
Gradually, the pain faded, joined the wave of pleasure and pain she’d been riding under his touch. When Blake still didn’t move, Reyna whimpered against his mouth and arched up, pressing closer to bring him deeper within her.
Blake growled again and pressed forward, maintaining a slow, smooth glide as he entered her fully. Finally, he was sheathed fully to the hilt, his groin flush against hers and his bollocks brushing her buttocks as they both breathed in time with one another.
The burn faded to a feeling of warmth and fullness, and Reyna squirmed against Blake, wanting him to move. With ragged breath, he began to do so, setting up a steady rhythm as he slid out of her and back into her, his hard shaft filling her witheach drive forward and leaving her aching for more with each backward motion.
Pleasure and pressure intertwined and spiraled higher, burned hotter, to levels she’d never imagined possible. Reyna writhed around him, pressed against him, gasping as she burned and rose higher, seeking something more, chasing her release as he rocked against her and within her.
Blake bent his head without warning and took one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue laving the sensitive flesh before his teeth nipped her gently. The unexpected sensation flung her upward and over the edge, and Reyna stiffened, inner walls clenching down around Blake’s shaft as she came undone around him. White heat and stars filled her vision as her pleasure climaxed and her release roared out of her like a flood and washed away any thoughts or feelings besides warmth, and Blake’s presence.
Her inner walls clenched around him again, and Blake stiffened, a harsh, guttural sound bursting out of him as he found his own release. Reyna felt his seed spurting deep within her, catching her in a wave of aftershocks at the renewed and unknown sensation. His fluids mingled with hers, and the tide of their enjoyment swept over them both and wiped away everything in a haze of pleasure.
Reyna’s last thought as pleasure gave way to a soothing lassitude was that Blake had been right – it was certainly much warmer sleeping together in the nude.
The last sensation she felt was Blake clumsily dragging a blanket over them before his arms came around her and both of them succumbed to slumber.
