And she reveled in the feeling he awakened in her. Her body coming alive. An awakening she had never thought was possible. He sank a finger in to her folds and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. In and out, he stroked her gently, then added another finger. Stroked more as her breath quickened, her body building higher and higher to something, but she didn’t ken what.
Another finger sank into her as his mouth suckled on her. It was too much and not enough at the same time. She didn’t ken what her body was doing. What it needed. She only kenned that she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more. The inferno kept building and building. The flames growing higher and higher as she thrashed her legs, her hands fisting Errol’s shoulders.
She felt as if she were going to burst into thousands of pieces.
Suddenly, Errol was there, capturing her lips in his, she felt hishardness nudge her entrance. His mouth was at her ear. “’Twill hurt, but only for a moment. I promise.”
Moira nodded. She didn’t care. She only kenned she wanted more.
“Ready?”
She nodded and he pushed forward, breaching her maidenhead. A sharp pinch had her hitching her breath, as tears pricked her eyes.
Errol stilled, kissing her tears away. Then kissing her lips.
She felt stretched. Full.
But soon, the urge to move came. She didn’t want him to be still. She wanted to feel him. All of him. Moving her hips in a small circle, she tested the feeling, and Errol remained unmoving as he watched her face, his own face strained, the veins in his forehead protruding and angry.
She rotated her hips again and sighed. Aye. That was what she wanted.
Nodding, she stroked Errol’s cheeks and when he withdrew and filled her again, he caught her gasp on a kiss.
His hard body was the perfect match for her soft one. In and out he stroked, burying himself deep. His grunts and the look of pure bliss in his eyes, spurred her forward. She grasped his buttocks, squeezing them. Reveling at the feel of them. The tight muscles under her fingers bunched with each surge forward. His thrusts grew quicker, almost frantic.
Her breaths were coming so quickly, she could hardly catch them. Building. Building. That flaming inferno grew higher and higher. And then when Moira thought it couldn’t possibly grow any larger, Errol reached between them and rubbed a spot that had her crying out his name as her whole body contracted. Her legs stiffened and then shuddered violently. Dots of light appeared in her vision as Errol quickened his pace, groaning her name until with a final deep thrust of his hips, her name tumbled from his lips as his whole body shook.
She stroked her hands up and down his back, smiling at how heshuddered with each movement.
Rolling onto his back, he brought her with him, settling her onto his chest, and kissed the top of her head.
“Are ye hurt?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.
She shook her head. “Nay. For the briefest of moments, but then ’twas all forgotten.”
“And yer side? I should have taken more care.”
She smiled, touched at his concern. “All is well. Ye were perfect.”
“Sleep now.” He drew the throw over them, and the sudden exhaustion of the past few days caught up to her, making her eyelids heavy. No matter how much she wanted to fight it, she couldn’t and soon succumbed to the pull of a blissful sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Errol woke tosoft fingers drawing circles around his nipples and his cock roared to life. He grasped Moira’s tiny fingers in his, stopping the sensuous torture.
“Should I no’?”
“’Tis no’ that. How are ye feeling?”
She turned and rested her chin on his chest. “Sore. But in the best possible way.” Her face grew serious. “When—when can we do that again?” She asked.
“Whene’er ye are ready, Lass.” He brought her fingers to his lips. “Good morn, by the way.”
“Good morn. So, now, then?”
“I thought ye said ye were sore.”
She nudged him with her shoulder. “Aye, but I also said in the best possible way.”
