He pushed forward, burying himself deep.
“Ah,” she sighed. “More, more of that.”
He repeated the move a few times and her moans grew. Her skin heated as she squeezed her eyes shut. “There’s something happening. Something building,” she whispered, her voice a mix of confusion and awe.
Reaching down between them, he circled her bud of pleasure, adding an amount of pressure to the circles, and that was all it took. Underneath him her body stiffened, around his cock, her sex milked him. He pumped harder, and her fingernails scored his back as she called his name.
Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust deep a final time, and reached his own climax in a sea of stars behind his eyes as he stiffened and emptied his seed into her, his body convulsing with each jet of his release.
Their breaths coming in short gasps, he kissed her lips on a smile and rolled over, dragging her with him.
Tucking her head beneath his chin, he kissed her forehead.
“How do ye feel, Lass?”
“Wonderful,” she answered, her voice soft and sleepy.
“Any regrets?”
“Nay.” He felt her shake her head against his chest, then placed a kiss over his heart.
“Good. I love ye, Lass,” he whispered into her hair.
“I love ye, Malcolm,” she whispered back, her palm splayed across his heart and yawned.
“Sleep, love,” he ordered gently. “We’ve a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”
*
Lizzie woke inthe early hours of the morning, the room was still dark, and Malcolm slept soundly beside her.
At some point he’d settled them under the covers, and she was snuggled with her back spooned to his front.
She felt sore, but in the best of ways. She had heard about sex in snippets she’d caught of conversations, but she never once thought it would be as amazing as what she and Malcolm had shared last night.
Wriggling her butt, she could feel Malcolm’s hardness against the back of her thighs.
“Lass,” he murmured. “If ye dinna cease your movement, I will have to love ye again,” he said sleepily.
“Oh?” She kind of liked that idea, so she wriggled her butt again, pushing it back so there was no way he could not feel her.
With a growl, he pulled her even closer and nipped at her neck.
She squealed in delight and then moaned as he entered her from this angle, thrusting his hips into her from behind.
“Oh,” she said again, but this time it was from the sensations this angle was eliciting. It was so different from last night, but just as enticing.
He sucked her lobe into his mouth, and she moaned. Her nerves felt as if they were on fire. With every push of Malcolm’s hips, the fire grew. Forming in her belly, and growing, until it became a fireball that she couldn’t contain. It consumed her, and when his hand snaked between them, through her nestle of curls to make circular motions on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, she lost all control of her body.
Her limbs stiffened, her belly contracted, as tremors wracked her body, and colors burst in her eyes.
Behind her, Malcolm quickened his pace, and soon he was crushing her to him, calling out her name in a guttural voice that seemed divinely primal, and shuddered uncontrollably behind her as he thrust as deep as he could.
She grasped his fingers, kissing each one, as they let their shudders subside.
When she could speak, she broke the silence. “I want to wake up like that every morn.”
Behind her, Malcolm’s chest rumbled with laughter. “If that is what ye wish for, I will be sure to make that happen.” He buried his face in her neck, and frissons shot up and down her body.
