“There,” he stated, giving her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, love. I dinnae put anything past yer brothers.”
“And sisters,” she added, reaching up to remove the flowers from her hair. He swatted her hand away and plucked them out one by one, letting them fall to the floor. Iris closed her eyes at his sweet gesture, nervousness setting in. She didn’t know what to do with her new husband.
When he was done, James tilted her chin up, and she opened her eyes, finding him looking at her intently.
“Dinnae be afraid,” he told her, his eyes searching hers. “We will learn taegether.”
She nodded, and he brushed his lips over hers before his hands found her laces at the back of her dress, untying them until it loosened around her body. Their kissing grew frantic asIris felt her dress fall to the floor, her hands already on his tunic to pull it off. She wanted everything off.
James broke their kiss, and with a growl, he yanked the tunic over his head, her hands already on the buckles of his kilt.
“Wait,” he breathed, stilling her hands. “I cannae. Lass, this is going tae be over with before it begins if ye remove that.”
“I dinnae care,” she told him, batting his hands away. “Please, James.”
He gave her a look before relenting to her, and Iris nervously undid the buckles, letting the kilt fall away. Her breath left her lungs as she took him in; how proud he stood out from his body, heavy with need.
“I told ye,” he said tightly. “I’ve wanted ye from the first moment I laid mah eyes on ye.”
Iris swallowed hard as she reached out and touched him, eliciting a groan from her husband.
“Ye’re vera bonny,” she forced out, her cheeks pinkening.
“Bonny is not the word I’m looking for right now,” James groaned, capturing her hand in his. “Git on the bed, Iris, love.”
Iris’s heart melted at the endearment and she did as he asked, watching with her heart pounding as he crossed the room and joined her.
“I want tae touch ye,” he said, his hand drifting down her naked form until he was cupping the place that secretly ached for him. “I want tae kiss every inch of yer skin.”
“James,” she gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her body clenching. “Wot are ye doing?”
“Shh,” he said, pressing kisses on her face and neck. “I wilnae hurt ye.”
She knew he wouldn’t, but this was different than the night they had together. When his thumb pressed into her folds, she promptly forgot about his finger inside her, moaning as he started to build the delicious pressure inside her.
Iris had forgotten how much she liked him touching her like this.
“That’s it,” he urged as his mouth found her breast. “Let go for me, mah love.”
Iris writhed under his touch, arching her body so he could move faster against the places that ached for him and him alone. When the pressure became too much to bear, she let go, crying out his name as her body bucked against his hand.
Iris was dimly aware of him pressing himself between her thighs, and she welcomed him, feeling his member press into her.
“I’m vera sorry, lass,” he panted near her ear. “I’m going tae have tae hurt ye.”
“’Tis alright,” she told him, marveling at the weight of his body against hers. “I trust ye.”
James pressed his lips against hers and pushed forward, his member filling her in ways she couldn’t have imagined before. There was a sharp prick of pain, but it was gone a second later, and Iris gasped when he lifted his head.
“Are ye alright?” he asked, strain evident on his face.
She nodded and he let out a breath, moving against her.
“’Tis going tae be quick, I’m afraid.”
Iris didn’t care. Her hands found his shoulders as he pumped in and out of her, bringing back the pressure that she thought was long gone. Her legs wrapped around his lean waist and she pressed her body against his, craving more of what he had given her with his hand.
Would it feel the same?
