“E’eryone starts somewhere, do they no’?” Eilidh asked.
“Aye,” he whispered.
“Then let us start on this learning adventure.” She smiled broadly and Torquil crushed his lips to hers.
He took her lower lip betwixt his teeth and nipped gently, causing Eilidh to suck in her breath. He moved his lips to her cheek, then down her jawline to her neck.
A gentle kiss.
A wee nip.
Another gentle kiss in the same spot.
Eilidh sighed. Torquil felt her body go languid beneath him.
His manhood was painfully erect. He kenned she could feel it against her thigh, which she shifted slightly, eliciting a hiss from him as he jerked his body back to break the contact. The stimuli too much and he feared he would spend his seed afore they even began.
He had heard his brothers speak enough about their endeavors with lassies that he kenned what he needed to do so that Eilidh was as comfortable as possible. The thought of causing her pain so they could couple pained him as well. Reaching out, he began to slowly untie the laces of her gown. Pulling each tie painfully slow as he revealed her chemise beneath. Eilidh shifted her hips, pulling up her gown until she finally pulled it over her head and set it in a pile beside them. She sat up, the neckline of her chemise showing the top of the pale globes of her breasts.
Torquil wet his lips. His mouth suddenly dry as Eilidh smiled wickedly. With a forwardness he was thankful for, she grasped his hand and placed it on her left breast. He sucked in a breath as he squeezed gently. He cupped it in his hand, feeling the weight of it. The softness of it. He could see her hard nipple through the thin fabric and flicked his thumb across the nub.
Eilidh gasped, her body jolting.
“Do that again,” she whispered.
He obliged and she shuddered. He drew the material down, exposing her breast to the air, and for a moment, he took in its beauty. The milky white flesh, soft under his fingers. The rosy nipple, hardened into a stiff peak. With a drop of his head, he drew the taut bud into his mouth, then circled it with his tongue.
He had died and gone to Heaven. That was the only explanation for the euphoria he felt.
Eilidh’s hands tangled in his hair, her groans filling the glen.
He gave her right breast the same amount of attention, not wanting to leave that one out. He repeated the motions, smiling as Eilidh wriggled beneath him. He trailed his fingers over her chemise, down betwixt her breasts, down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the apex of her thighs. Drawing her chemise up around her hips, he swept his fingers through her damp curls.
He felt Eilidh’s breath hitch, and he kissed her neck as he ran his finger along her folds, nudging Eilidh’s legs apart with his forearm. She understood what he was wanting and she spread her legs, giving him the room he needed as he gently inserted a finger into her heat.
Eilidh gasped, her eyes blowing wide.
Torquil stilled.
Eilidh shook her head. “Dinnae stop.”
He eased his finger in and out of her tight heat until he could feel her juices flowing onto his hand, then he added another, continuing the motions. Eilidh’s moans were growing louder. Her hips beginning to move in rhythm with his hand. He looked down betwixt them, in awe at the melody they were creating.
Their very own masterpiece.
“Torquil,” she moaned his name and grasped his wrist. “I want more. I want ye.”
He pushed down his trews as Eilidh watched, her eyes widening as his stiff cock sprung free, pointing proudly to the sky. He pulled his boots off, then carelessly threw his trews to the side on top of Eilidh’s gown. Wanting naught betwixt them, he tugged at Eilidh’s chemise, and she lifted, then shrugged it off, leaving her naked beneath him. His eyes wanted to look everywhere all at once. To soak in the beauty of her.
Eilidh reached betwixt them, her hand brushing against the head of his cock and he jolted back.
“Nay, Firebrand. I fear I am ready to spill now. Any touch willsurely send me o’er the edge.” He smiled, then grew serious as he settled himself betwixt her thighs, his hardness against her softness. “I have been told the first few moments are painful for the female. But it soon passes.”
Her eyes widened.
“I dinnae want to hurt ye.” He kissed her lips. Her neck. Then sucked her earlobe into his mouth. After, he trailed alternating kisses and nips down the column of her neck. He brought his hand betwixt them, pushing his fingers through her folds, drawing them in and out of her tight heat, until she was writhing beneath him once more.
When he thought the time was right, he entered her, pushing through her maidenhead, and stilled, catching her cry in a long kiss. He waited for her to adjust to him.
