Chapter 8 #2
Her lashes fluttered, and she released a breathy exhale.
He nudged her bodice lower, exposing her breasts and kissing first one, then the other, taking the time to work each little nub to a pert bud. Her hands fisted into his gambeson with every suckle, every teasing scrape of his teeth.
Reid’s cock was hard as stone between them, the heavy shaft lying against her belly with only a few layers of clothes in between. Every roll of Clara’s body arching against his ground him into her and left a torrent of pleasure swirling through him.
She was so responsive to his touch, to his ministrations.
Each little moan and whimper encouraged him onward.
He caught her skirt in his fist and slowly drew it up, shifting his hold on it as his hand passed over her knees and slid beneath.
Her naked leg was warm, and her delicate thigh muscles strained as she pushed into his caress.
Watching the expression on her face, he let his fingertips graze her sex. She blinked with wonder and sucked in a breath.
When he touched her again, it was firmer, a definite stroke that glided over her slit and teased at the sensitive bud at the top. She clung to him, her body swaying slightly.
“Trust me,” he said in a low voice.
She nodded and leaned her head back in total surrender. There was something about the trust she put in his hands, how she did not once question him, that left him honored. He circled the pad of his thumb against the bud of her sex as he gently nudged his finger into her.
Clara bent her head toward him, her brows drawn with the force of her pleasure. It was beautiful witnessing her experience such intimate sensations for the first time. He pushed his finger deeper inside her, carefully thrusting as he moved his thumb more quickly, pressing a little harder.
Her knees buckled, and she cried out, a soft gasp of surprise first and then the hoarse exclamation as she came undone in his arms. Even though his cock ached with want of her, he knew he should walk away now. While she was still innocent.
“Reid,” she moaned his name as she dragged him closer to kiss him.
His mouth found her sweet lips, wishing he didn’t have to resist. But even as he tried to pull away, her hands fisted into his gambeson, and he was forced to remain where he stood.
“I want ye, Reid,” she whispered against his mouth.
He groaned in his longing for her. His cock ached with the urge to give her exactly what she wanted. What they both wanted.
“Ye’re a maid.” He tried to extract himself from her once more, but she tightened her hold. “Ye’re going to be a nun, Clara.”
“And I’ll never have this opportunity again.” Desperation tinged her voice. “To hold ye, to experience yer body and mine together, to truly understand what it feels like between a man and a woman.”
He stared down at her. It was a grave mistake when she was so incredibly beautiful, when desire was so evident on her lovely face.
He wanted her. God, how he wanted her.
From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and throughout the months that followed, he hadn’t stopped wanting her. And even now, when she was partially naked in his arms, and he knew he should bloody well walk away, he still could not stop himself from needing her.
“’Twill be my only chance to feel what such intimacy is like.” Clara released his gambeson, holding him in place now with only her crystal-blue gaze. “Please.”
Shite.
Before he even agreed, they were both sinking to the forest floor. His prick strained against his breeches in anticipation.
Her fingers worked over the fastenings of his gambeson, and he did not move to stop her.
Not even when she pushed it from his shoulders and drew up his leine.
He pulled it over his head and stared down at her, naked legs visible beneath her lifted skirt where she sat on the ground, her lovely firm breasts still bared above her bodice.
She was the most beautiful woman in all of Scotland. And though she should not be, she would be his.
He laid his gambeson on the ground as he guided her onto her back, bracing himself over the top of her. “I dinna want to hurt ye.”
She shook her head, silently reassuring him. Though he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her and stroke their bodies into release, he took his time as he lay over her, kissing her, the ties of his trews still in place.
If this would be her only opportunity to be with a man, he wanted to ensure the act would be memorable, filled with pleasure. He tilted her chin toward his face and lowered his head to kiss her tenderly. As their lips and tongues mated, he guided her hands to the ties and let her tug them free.
His cock sprang free without decorum. Eager and rock hard. Clara pulled her gaze from his and glanced down, her eyes widening.
Reid drew away slightly. “We dinna have to—”
Her fingers curled around his shaft, silencing his words, and muting any thoughts but the tantalizing sensation of her slender fingers exploring his length. Her touch wandered up and down, from base to tip, where she ran her thumb over the spongy head.
A groan rumbled low in his chest.
Clara focused on him now as he had with her earlier when he had brought her to crises. Fascination played over her features as she observed his pleasure at her ministrations.
Reid refused to allow himself to release with such sensual touches. Not when he meant to show her with his body what he’d previously introduced with his hand.
Tenderly, he removed her exploration from his cock and positioned himself between her thighs. He tilted her chin toward him once more before he entered her, kissing her softly, eager to claim her as his.