Chapter 6 #2
He’d never been one to demand anything of a woman. Certainly, Lara had been biddable, and he would never have ordered her so. But there was a give and take of power between Faye and him that made his prick go hard enough to explore it.
She smiled. “Nay.” Her hand traced up and down his cock, her movements tantalizing and teasing all at once. The minx.
He kissed her, using his tongue and lips to play over her mouth, as his touch wandered back down her body to her slick core. He found the nub of her desire and circled it with his thumb until her knees bent slightly.
She panted against his mouth even as she kissed him back. Her body rolled in the rhythm of his caress, eager for more. Meanwhile, her hand moved over him, gliding, squeezing, stroking, driving him nearly mad with need.
“Do ye want this?” he asked.
Her hand tensed around him. “Aye.”
“The bed,” he growled.
She exhaled and pulled him with her. He touched her body as they walked slowly together, caressing her waist and arse, cupping her breasts. Each new touch elicited a little breathy moan that went straight to his arousal.
When they reached the bed, she arched against him and tugged at the back of his neck in an attempt to drag him down to the mattress. He lowered over her, where he remained, hovering atop her body, his cock straining with the need to thrust inside her.
He nudged the head of his arousal against her wet center and tensed with as much anticipation as dread.
The consummation hadn’t gone well with Lara.
She’d been timid, afraid of his aroused state when she’d seen him.
Though he’d tried not to hurt her, she’d given him a wounded look when he’d taken her maidenhead and had silently cried.
He’d stopped immediately, and it took several more months until they attempted such intimacy again.
He didn’t want that again. Not with Faye or any other woman.
He braced himself over her, careful not to allow his weight to settle atop her.
Faye writhed underneath him, arching and squirming. “Is something amiss?” she asked breathlessly. “Or do ye mean to kill me with waiting?”
Her cheeks and lips were flushed with pleasure. Jesu, she was finely made. And lusty. A bonny lass with a sharp tongue he wanted to set to better use.
His stomach curled into a knot as he gently nudged deeper inside her.
Faye’s lashes fluttered. “I want ye,” she whimpered. “All of ye.”
He flexed his pelvis forward, easing in slightly more. The grip of her sheath was impossibly tight, as though trying to squeeze him back out.
His breath came hard and stirred her unbound hair. “It will hurt.”
Faye lifted her hips. “Do all of it at once rather than dragging it out.”
Still, he hesitated.
Her brow lifted, her eyes flashing with a challenge. “I demand ye take me.”
His cock twitched at such a request from her sweet lips. She gasped with pleasure, clearly having felt the movement within her.
“’Tis an order, then?” he confirmed.
She lifted her hips. “Aye.”
He balled the bedclothes in his hand and pushed into her, forcing his way through her delicate barrier until he was fully sheathed. Tight, so damn tight. Sweat prickled on his brow.
She hissed an inhale.
“Forgive me.” He began to lift off her when her legs curled around his waist and locked him against her with a delicious squeeze of her core.
“I’ve waited the whole of my adult life for this moment.” Faye’s calves crossed over his lower back tensed and drew him down to her. “The pain will pass.”
He hesitated despite her certainty.
“Women talk,” Faye said with a smile. “The more ye move, the easier I adjust to ye.” She wriggled her arse, and a fresh tingle of pleasure rushed through him.
“The more pleasure I will feel,” she continued in a throaty whisper. “Ye asked to know what I liked, what I wanted…”
He eased from her carefully, then nudged back in. Her brow furrowed with concentration, and her lips parted.
“Touch me,” she said. “Like ye did before.” She took his hand and guided it to her sex.
His fingers moved between their bodies as he found the swollen bud and played over it. Almost immediately, the impossible squeeze of her sheath on his cock relaxed. Still tight, but not intense.
Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head back. “Aye.”
He moved within her, gliding in and pulling back in slow motions. Each shift sent waves of bliss through him. Every muscle in his body ached with stiffness as he took extra effort to ensure he didn’t cause her discomfort.
All at once, the small line at her brow smoothed, and her lips parted around a moan. The forced arch of her body with his became a natural roll, gliding together in the same instinctive rhythm.
She was enjoying their union. His ballocks went tight at the realization, and he was flooded with an eagerness to please her. He continued to play with the bud of her sex and increased his pace.
Her core clenched around him again. This time, however, it was not pain that made it grip him, but the warning of her impending release. He thrust faster and deeper until she cried out. Her sheath spasmed around his cock, a shudder of pleasure.
His climax exploded through him and roared from his chest like a beast. When at last the final shivers of euphoria drained from his body, he lay on the bed beside Faye, careful to keep his weight from her.
He glanced tentatively toward her, dreading the possibility that she might be upset afterward, as Lara had been. “If I hurt—”
A finger pressed to his lips. “Don’t say ye won’t touch me again.”
He looked to Faye and found her watching him with a languid smile, her eyes half-closed, and her hair mussed from their efforts. The air held the musk of sex and sweat, a perfume that was satisfyingly erotic. His entire body felt as though his bones had melted in his limbs.
Never had he been so thoroughly sated through coupling as with Faye.
“I fully intend to do that again quite soon,” she said.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I dinna want to hurt ye.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but she said nothing, offering him a simple smile instead.
He pushed up from the bed and cleaned himself before wetting a linen to bring to her. He hated to make a comparison between his wives but couldn’t help recalling how Lara had snatched the cloth and curled away from him to wipe at her virgin’s blood.
Faye parted her thighs at his approach, revealing herself and the smear of blood for him to clean her. When the cloth touched her, she closed her eyes and sighed with longing.
Ewan moved the linen over her carefully, stroking her clean. His fingertip brushed the little bud at the top, and she gave a quiet gasp.
“Again,” she whispered. “Please.”
He thought she’d been jesting about indulging this evening. Even if she wished for another bout of coupling, he was not comfortable claiming her again, lest he truly hurt her the next time.
But it didn’t mean he couldn’t please her. Especially when she was so wonderfully sensitive.
He moved his thumb over the nub as he continued to swipe the linen over her. Her nipples drew taut, and her face relaxed with enjoyment.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Please don’t stop,” she breathed.
He wouldn’t stop for all the coin in Christendom. This time as he plied her pleasure with his hands, he had the good fortune to watch her. Bliss flitted over her face, making her mouth soft and her cheeks flush.
Her whimpers pitched, and he knew she was near release. His thumb flicked faster, and her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath. Her brows knit together as the sensations overwhelmed her, and her sex clenched beneath the cloth as she climaxed a second time.
He withdrew the linen, and her knees fell to the side, her body limp. Finally drained, or so it appeared.
He set aside the cloth and returned to the bed with her. She rolled toward him and rested her head on his chest.
He settled a hand over her curved hip and swept his fingers over her smooth skin. Lara surfaced in his head again, unbidden. They had never shared passion such as what he’d just experienced with Faye. Nothing even close.
Had that been his fault? Was that part of what had led to the coldness that settled between them?
Guilt clenched his soul. He stroked a hand down Faye’s silky, golden hair. “I promise to be a good husband to ye.”
“Ye’re off to a fine start,” she murmured.
He chuckled at her ready response. Faye had a fine wit that paired well with the fire of her spirit.
Beautiful and lusty and brave. It would not be difficult to show a woman like Faye that he cared for her. Indeed, it was far too easy to consider the idea that he might sincerely fall in love.