Chapter Ten #4
“Ahhhh!” she gasped. His initial entry had been painful, but now the pain was quickly gone.
She became awakened to his possession of her.
Her first reaction was to be frightened, but then she was acutely aware of how he filled her.
It was so natural. So perfect. She sighed deeply, her arms wrapping themselves about him.
“Look at me,” he commanded her.
She opened her eyes and stared into his which were so filled with his love and his passion that she was near to weeping.
“I love you, Fortune,” he told her once again.
“I love you!” Then he began to move within her.
With each stroke of his love lance she became more and more conscious of a new pleasure that was rising within her, reaching up to claim her very soul.
Her gaze locked itself on his until the intensity of her emotions was so great that her eyes closed of their own volition, and for the first time in her life Fortune soared among the stars.
He drove deeper and deeper into the sweetness of her.
Her fingers dug strongly into the flesh of his muscled shoulders.
“Please! Please!” she said huskily, and he understood the delights she was experiencing because he was savoring those same delights as their bodies, one now, peaked together in a fierce firestorm of satisfied passion.
“Kieran! Ahh, ‘tis sweet, my darling! Sweet!” Fortune cried as she was swept up in a maelstrom, and then hurtled down into a pool of warm darkness.
His hunger burst, flooding her secret garden with his juices as he collapsed upon her lush body.
He could scarce catch his breath, but he quickly realized his weight on her was much too much, and rolled from her.
He lay gasping, feeling the moisture from his exertions oozing from every pore of his body.
As his heart slowed he heard it. A soft weeping.
Stricken he turned toward her. “Fortune? What is it, sweetheart? Why do you weep? Have I hurt you?” He was a beast!
he thought. So wrapped up in his own pleasure he hadn’t even considered her.
He gathered her into his arms. “What is it, lambkin? Tell me!”
“I am so happy,” she wailed, and wept all over his smooth chest. “I have never been happier in all my life, Kieran!” she sobbed.
“You were so worth waiting for, my love. I didn’t think love would ever find me.
When I met your brother, and knew almost at once he wasn’t the one, and thought I might have to take him because it was expected …
” A fresh flow of tears poured forth from her blue-green eyes.
He wanted to laugh at her innocent confession.
He wanted to shout with joy at it. Instead he held her tightly.
“I didn’t think love would find me either, Fortune, but then I saw you, and knew I could not let Willy have you.
I would have stolen you away in the manner of my Celtic ancestors if you had chosen him.
You are mine! You always were, and you always will be.
Now, cease your weeping, my love, and kiss me,” he told her, turning her to face him.
Their lips met in an almost desperate embrace. Then drawing away from him she said candidly, “Can we have each other again tonight?”
He nodded. “Aye, but let me rest awhile, and you also, my darling. I have much more to show you, and to teach you, Fortune. I hope you will not be disappointed.”
“I want to know how to pleasure you,” she said.
Then she climbed from their bed, and padded across the bedchamber to where a silver ewer had been set next to a small pile of soft cloths.
Bringing them back to the bedside she set them down, and first washed herself, then bathed his manhood carefully.
“Mama calls these love cloths. She says it is advisable to bathe after each encounter with passion because then we are ready for more.”
He had never heard of such a thing, but it seemed quite sensible to him, and he certainly had no objection to the procedure. “I like it,” he said. “Will you always care for me so tenderly, Fortune?” He reached up, and fondled her breast, rubbing the nipple with the pad of his thumb.
“Aye,” she said, carefully putting the basin and cloths aside, then climbing back into their bed atop him.
His two hands began to caress her two small round breasts.
Fortune clasped him between her two milky thighs as she would her gelding.
“I can ride you, sir, even as I do Thunder. Will you prove as lusty a mount?” she teased him, almost purring as he squeezed her breasts.
She arched away from him, and his hands glided down her torso, sliding around beneath her bottom to fondle it suggestively.
“Ohh!” she squealed, and wiggled herself against his outspread palms.
He chuckled, and looked up at her, his eyes twinkling.
“So, you’re not afraid of my lust, my beautiful wife.
” His strong fingers kneaded her flesh. He could feel his love lance hardening with each of her very provocative movements.
She had wondered if they could make love again tonight.
He now wondered if he could stop. He had never known such desire for a woman as he had for Fortune.
Usually his lust was easily satisfied with one good tumble, but not with his young bride.
She could feel the throbbing of him, and raising herself above his manhood she slowly lowered herself onto it, a gusty sigh escaping her as she couched his lance entirely.
He groaned, and pulling her forward so he might kiss her again began to move rhythmically within her.
Their lips tasted each other. Their hearts beat frantically.
“Oh, God!” Fortune cried desperately as he drove once again with unrelenting insistence until the stars were exploding within her head, behind her eyes, and in her very heart.
“Fortune, my love!” he cried out as his desire peaked once more, his arms tightening about her as she yielded herself to him again.
And afterwards as they lay together, fingers entwined, he insisted that she sleep for a time. “You are so fierce a lover, my darling,” he told her, “but you must rest, and so must I.”
“Yes, sir, my lord husband,” Fortune replied sweetly, sated, and replete with her contentment. “But can we please do it again when we awake? Kieran? Why are you laughing? Have I said something amusing?”
He somehow managed to restrain his mirth. “Are all the women in your family this passionate, Fortune?”
“Isn’t passion with your husband a good thing?” Her look was honestly questioning.
“You will never hear me complain, my love,” he told her, “but this thought suddenly comes to mind. I don’t have to worry about my little brother killing me when he learns I have married you, Fortune.
You will probably kill me with your wickedly delicious lustful nature before much longer.
Willy doesn’t know what a narrow escape he had. ” And he laughed again.
“Villain!” she scolded him. “And you have yet to answer my question. Can we make love again after we have rested?”
“Aye,” he said, and then, “I wonder if I shall live to see the morning, you delightful wanton.”
Fortune leaned over him, and ran her tongue along his lips before kissing him quickly. “Now that you have shown me the delights of passion, my love, I intend keeping you alive,” she told him.
“Keeping you content will be a lifetime occupation,” he replied, pulling her against him so that she could hear the steady beat of his heart.
“You will have to work very hard,” she told him.
“Oh, madame, I will,” he responded. “You may be certain that I will.”