Page 12 of The Lyon and the Lass

She giggled, but decided she didn’t want to stop. It had nothing to do with her uncle or any doctor, but how Kerrigan’s kisses made her feel and how anxious she was to discover what all the maids already knew. “I want to continue. It’s about time I became your wife in truth.”

With a growl,Kerrigan covered her mouth again and moved his hand up to cup her breast. Soft, warm, with her nipples already swollen and ready for his mouth. Because she only wore a nightrail and dressing gown, it took no more than a few seconds to divest her of it all.

He leaned up on his elbow and studied her body. Lush, generously curved, and just waiting for him to explore it. His hand slid over the silky skin, dipping into the curves. His mouth covered her breast, and she moaned as he suckled; her hands fisted in the bedsheets. He lifted his head to peer at her. “Do ye like that lass?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop.” She panted the words.

“Mo chridhe, I have no intention of stopping until ye are screaming my name.”

She looked up at him. “Oh, my.”

He switched to the other breast, moving his hand down her luscious body, cupping her plump bottom, squeezing and smoothing his hand over it. He shifted so they faced each other as he pushed her flush against him. “Do ye feel how much I want ye?”

“I think so. I’m trying to remember what the maids said.” Her words were barely above a whisper.

He continued his exploration. “Doona think of anything, wife. If ye have a thought in yer head, I’m no’ doing my job well enough.”

His fingers found her moist opening as he continued to assault her mouth. Her tongue now met his, the dueling frantic.

“Ye are ready for me.” He pulled away from her mouth and kissed her face, her neck, the soft skin under her ear.

“I’m not sure what that means.”

He’d forgotten what they were speaking of, which was fine since he wasn’t interested in conversation. “Doona worry. Just relax and enjoy what I’m doing.”

He skimmed his thumb over the bit of stiffened flesh at her opening, pressing slightly. She hissed and pushed against his hand. He wanted to pleasure her with his mouth, but considering this was her first time, he would do things less frightening.

“Kerrigan?”

“Aye,mo chridhe.”

“Can I touch you?”

He almost came apart and had to take deep breaths to keep from shoving her legs apart and taking her in the most basic way known to man. But she was a virgin, an innocent and his wife; he had to keep control of himself. “Aye, lass, ye can touch me.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.

Slowly, her fingers inched down his chest to his stomach, and then to the coarse dark hair surrounding his shaft. Which by this time was almost ready to burst. She gently held his cock in her hand. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths.

“Does that feel good?”

His strangled voice tried to sound normal, but to no avail. “Aye. It feels wonderful.” Her small, soft hands continued to squeeze him, but when her thumb slid over the top smearing the bit of liquid there, he almost jumped off the bed.

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

He offered her a feral grin. “Nay. But ’tis time to move on before I embarrass myself and spill in yer hand.”

She frowned. “What does that mean?”

God save him from women who knew nothing about a man’s body, or for that matter, even their own. He rolled over her, nudging her legs apart as he settled between them. “Just let me kiss ye and make ye feel good.”

He used all his experience and passion for this woman to worship her with his body, as promised in their wedding vows. When she was panting and crying for him to do something tomake the feeling go away, he plunged into her. Christine stilled and looked into his face. “Was that the pain you told me about?”

He brushed the damp hair plastered to her forehead back. “Aye, but ’tis over now.”

“Oh.” She almost sounded disappointed.

Slowly he began the oldest dance in time, sliding easily in and out of her tight, warm, moist channel. At first she seemed confused, but when he leaned down and kissed her while at the same time fondling her stiffened flesh, she began to ask for more, to be released from the torture he was causing.

He began to thrust, more than he should with her untried body. Strongly. Desperately. She didn’t seem to be in pain from his movements, so he kept on, all the time fingering her until she was pressed so hard against him it only added to his frenzy. Suddenly her legs tightened, a keening cry coming from her sweet lips.