“You feel so strange inside me,” she said.
Ewan laughed at that. He’d never had a woman speak of such things. But then talking was what she did best and he found her innate curiosity fascinating. She was completely uninhibited with her questions and comments.
“How do I feel?” he asked.
“Full and deep. I can feel you all the way to my core.”
He sucked his breath in at her words and the image they created. He liked to hear her speak of such things. “Can you now?”
She nodded.
He pulled back, then thrust his hips against hers. They moaned in unison.
“Did that hurt?” he asked.
“Nay.”
Ewan moved slowly against her, driving himself in as deep as he dared.
“Oh that feels so good,” she sighed. “Is it supposed to be like this?”
“Are you ever out of questions?”
“Am I not supposed to talk?”
Ewan rolled over with them still joined. He sat her on top of him and watched her in the moonlight.
Her eyes widened even more. ““Am I supposed to be up here like this?”
He actually laughed at that. “Do you like it?”
She bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically.
“Then we’re supposed to do it.”
Ewan showed her how to ride him slow and easy. He ran his hands down her thighs and watched the way the moonlight cut across her pale skin.
“May I ask another question?”
His mind was dazed from the feel of her naked body sliding against his and it took a few seconds before he could respond. “By all means talk, my lady, if it gives you pleasure to do so. Tell me more about how I feel inside you.”
Nora wiggled her bottom against him. “What am I supposed to do?”
He lifted his hips up, driving himself into her. “Whatever you want to do.”
She ground herself against him in a way so sublime that he groaned in satisfaction.
Nora felt so strangely free with him. She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. It was so odd to see him lying there under her.
He held her hips in his hands and guided her movements. But what held her transfixed was the bliss on his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark and unfocused.
She moaned as he ran his hands up from her hips, to her breasts where he toyed with them.
Had anyone ever told her she would sit on a man like this and enjoy it, she would have called them a liar and yet here she sat with his thick hardness inside her.
“What do I feel like to you, Ewan?”
“Wet and soft.”
