“I will not lose control. I swear it.” He gently disentangled her fist from his hair. “Trust yourself with me.”
“I trust you,” she said, though her words sounded strained.
“Then there is nothing to fear,” he said.
He smiled at her then swooped down to kiss the side of her breast. It was a playful gesture, and she smiled when he looked back at her.
“What if…” she began but could not finish her question.
“What if I betray you?’
“No. Not that.”
“What if you like it?”
She bit her lip. “You know I do.”
“Then there is nothing more to say.” He kissed her breast again, this time closer to her nipple. He nipped her skin, teased her flesh, and waited until she smiled at him.
“I am afraid to let go.”
“I know.”
“I am afraid it will feel better than anything I have ever experienced before.”
“It will.”
“I am afraid no other man will make me feel as you do.”
He grinned at her. “You can be sure of that.”
She chuckled as she touched his face. He could tell she was struggling with her thoughts, and he waited a moment more. He quickly realized she didn’t want to think. She had needed the time to face her fears, and now she needed to let him do as he willed.
“Just feel, Mairi. That is all you need to do.”
So saying, he bent his head to kiss her again. This time he worked her breasts slowly with teeth and tongue. Her heart pounded loud enough that he could hear it, but he did not stop. He began to move in time with her breath. He stroked her as her body began to move, arching her back, twisting her feet. He increased his attention to her then, squeezing her nipples until her breath caught on a sob.
That was too much for her, so he eased off. He gentled his caresses and stroked down her belly. Her heart slowed, her breath evened out, and soon he was nipping at her mound. For sure she never felt that, but he did not dare push her so hard tonight. Instead, he let his hands slip between her knees. He spread her apart and nearly swooned at the heated scent of her.
He could not resist touching the silk of her thighs, but he waited to give her a chance to change her mind. Instead, she smiled at him.
“Your hands are so large,” she said. “I like them.”
That was all the permission he needed. She wanted to feel his hands in her quim, and he was all too willing to comply. He pushed further up her thighs. And when he finally trailed his fingers through her moisture, she exhaled as if she had been waiting forever for this moment.
He studied her body as he touched her, learning every quiver and gasp. He saw her mouth circle into a surprised O while her eyes widened. He listened to her breath, and he saw her skin flush. She whimpered when he pushed his fingers inside her. Her eyes fluttered when he rolled his thumb across her peak.
He moved faster now, letting her scent consume him. Her desire fed him while his need to see her orgasm drove him. How he longed to do more than just stroke her, but he held himself back. Instead, he plunged his fingers into her. He felt her body tighten around him and he rubbed her peak with such pleasure.
She grabbed a pillow without him prompting her. She pulled it to her face to muffle the sound. And so he was left to feel her legs tighten, her body undulate, and her breasts shake. Until the moment she went completely wild.
Such strength as she gripped him. Such wildness in her while wracked with pleasure. He wanted to prolong it forever, but she scrambled back from him. The pillow fell off her face, and she stared at him wild-eyed as her body continued to pulse and quiver.
“Come here,” she whispered.
How could he resist? He came forward, kissing her with all the desire pent up inside him. To see her come had been glorious, but now he burned for her a thousand times more than before.
She kissed him back, one arm wrapping around his neck. The other hand stroked his arm and his chest, and then down to his cock. She fumbled through his kilt to get to him. And though she was clearly inexperienced at this, she had a firm grip.
