He bent and grasped the hem of her night dress. Looking into her eyes, he couldn’t help but ask one last time. “Ye sure?”
“I have ne’er wanted aught more.”
He lifted the gossamer material, slowly exposing the pale skin of her thighs, and then her mound. Her flat stomach, and finally her ample breasts. Her rosy nipples were hard, jutting out to him. Calling to him. He couldn’t wait to suck them into his mouth.
Pulling the garment over her head, he let it fall to the floor and he gazed upon the goddess standing before him. She met his eyes, and hers were dark with passion, as she stood proudly, letting him drink in the image of her.
She made no move to hide herself from his gaze, and he found that so enticing.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Lass,” he ordered gently and she complied without question.
He bent, boxing her in with his arms at her sides and captured her mouth once again, as he gently pushed her to lay back. When she had sunk into the mattress, her legs dangling off the side, he moved to his knees. Grasping her right ankle, he kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her ankle, trailing his lips up the inside of her leg, until he was at the apex of her thighs.
Her scent infiltrated his senses, driving him mad with need. He had to fight the urge to plunge himself into her slick wetness. He could see her arousal dripping from the seam of her nether lips. He draped her leg over his shoulder, and then did the same with her left.
Then he settled in for the best meal of his life. Blowing on the damp curls, he smiled as she wriggled her bottom. When he darted his tongue out and ran it along her wet seam, she gave a squeal of surprise, and her hands fisted the duvet.
She tasted divine. Like heaven itself had been laid out before him to feast upon. He licked up and down her folds and then suckled the bud of nerves and she bucked her hips off the bed.
“Malcolm,” she gasped, and he smiled against her.
Sinking a finger into her soft folds, he took his time letting her get adjusted to the sensation, slowly dragging his finger in and out, and when her juices flooded his hand, he added a second finger, and then another.
Lizzie moved her hands to his head, fisting his hair, as she tried to pull him even closer.
He smiled at her passion.
When her hips undulated, matching the rhythm of his strokes, he kenned she was ready for him. He stood, and she cried out.
“Nay!”
He bent and kissed her lips, kenning she could taste herself. “Dinna fash, lass. I need to get out of my breeches.”
She sat up to lean on her elbows and licked her lips as she watched him unfasten his breeches and slide them down his legs. Her eyes rounded as his cock jutted straight forward, hard as stone, and her tongue peaked out through her lips.
Kicking off his pants, he dropped on the bed beside her and pulled her close as he settled them in the middle of the bed. He brushed her mussed hair from her flushed cheeks.
She trailed her hand down his chest, down the muscles of his stomach, through the nestle of curls. He snatched her hand to stop her from going any further for fear of spending himself right then and there. He was so close to the edge. It wouldn’t take much to send him toppling over. And her hand around his cock would surely drive him mad.
“Ye ready?” he asked.
She nodded, as he moved on top of her and settled between her thighs, his cock resting at her entrance.
“Ye will feel a pinch, but I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible, love.”
She nodded, lifting her head to capture his mouth in a kiss.
He took the opportunity of that distraction and plunged inside, breaking her barrier. He felt her cry against his mouth, and he stilled his hips, allowing her to adjust to him. He continued to kiss her, then moved his lips to her neck, and nuzzled her there, then her left breast and took the turgid nipple into his mouth, suckling it until she cried out his name on a sigh, and began to move her hips.
Used to the sensation of him, he pulled his hips back, then pressed forward slowly, and was blessed with the most beautiful moan. He wanted to hear that moan for the rest of his life.
He continued pumping his hips slow, though he wanted naught more than to drive himself to the hilt into her over and over. But that was for another time.
He was so close to spending himself and was thankful when her hips began to move faster. Her hands dropped to his buttocks, pushing him forward.
“What do ye want, Lass?”
Confusion marred her face. “I, I dinna ken. I want…more? I dinna ken. I feel—”
