Chapter 18 #2
“Mmm, now that was a pleasure I hadn’t anticipated.” Darragh had silently returned and was right there in front of her, fully clothed now. Tenderly stroking her cheek, he said, “The sight of yer longing for me.”
She exhaled slowly, unable to deny what he could clearly see with his own eyes. “This can wait. Mayhap we should wait to go out until the morrow?”
Darragh searched her face with narrowed eyes, then shook his head and took another step back. “Tonight will be soon enough for us. Anticipation will only heighten yer pleasure.”
Feeling swamped by her sudden desire for him, Brighit swallowed, hoping to clear the lust from her voice. “Ye are certain we should wait?”
She was certain they should not. Never had she wanted something more.
His beaming smile irritated her. “I should set about getting a place for us to sleep tonight.”
He had decided to make her wait and he certainly seemed to enjoy seeing her in such need.
Disappointment shifted in her gut, and she squeezed her legs together, only to have the strange material between her thighs scratch against her sensitive skin.
She had made a small pair of braies to protect her when she wore her brother’s clothes but had nothing such as that with her.
Her disappointment shifted to ire when he turned around to get to work.
“And I’ll see to… something else.” The words sounded clipped and she felt sure she heard him chuckle. Well, much better to ignore him. Ignore him and everything about him while she turned her attention to straightening out her léine and putting it in a safe place.
Her own bow in hand, Brighit stood beside Darragh on the ridge William had told them about. The much-used trail a short drop below them seemed promising and as the gloaming moved in, they were rewarded for their patience with a large herd of healthy deer lumbering like shadows across the glen.
“Be my guest.” Darragh whispered into her ear and her chest expanded.
She stilled, lined up her arrow and released the string of her bow. Her aim was true.
“Very well done.”
Brighit turned a bright smile on him.
“And will ye see to the rest of the work as well?”
Insulted at the mere suggestion that she would leave the lugging, cleaning, and caring for the carcass to another, she ground her teeth together, ready to spout out at him.
His sincere expression while he waited for her answer tugged at her heart.
He had no way of knowing what she was capable of. She needed to remember that.
“I am able to see to it myself but am happy for any assistance ye may wish to give me.”
Darragh kissed her gently. “Let us see to this together.”
Their duties were carried about in companionable silence and the remaining soup filled their bellies quite nicely once they were done. When he took out the mead, he smiled at her.
“And shall we enjoy this together now?”
She nodded, slightly anxious about where this was leading even though her earlier excitement had stayed with her most of the day, accentuated by the unusual rubbing between her legs.
“For my lovely wife.” Darragh raised his mug to her and they drank at the same time. “Mmm, very good.”
He leaned his head back against the stump, his arm behind her where she sat leaning against his chest.
“A lovely night.” Following the direction of his gaze, she couldn’t hold back her gasp at the sight of a million pricks of light filling the sky as if giving a performance for them alone.
She tipped her head back and said, “So many stars. Very lovely.”
Darragh bit her sensitive neck, and she gasped again.
“And ye’ve a lovely neck.”
His tongue stroked her skin like a cat cleaning its fur, with long, slow strokes.
He nibbled her again and her arousal bloomed into full-blown need.
Somehow he knew and shifted her to straddle his lap, continuing his nipping and licking, stopping only to whip the tunic off over her head and cup a breast in each palm.
“Such lovely breasts my wife has.”
She moaned when he sucked her deep into the warm, damp recess of his mouth. He answered her with his own groan.
Putting a hand between her legs, he rubbed against the material that had been rubbing her all day. She immediately jerked away, and he drew back to search her face.
“I have hurt ye?” His surprise matched her own.
“No. ’Tis very… sensitive.”
Watching her, he tentatively touched her, again getting the same reaction. “’Tis arousing ye?”
Brighit shook her shoulders, shifting slightly where she sat, unsure of what she was feeling.
He took her mouth then and she opened herself to him, pressing her breasts against his solid chest, needing him to touch her.
Darragh pulled her slightly forward to work the trews down, stopping only to apply his hand to her sensitive skin.
Immediately, she gave in to the serious quaking that rocked through her body.
He yanked her close to impale her with his fingers, each thrust setting her on fire. Groaning, she threw her head back. When her flesh quivered against him, his shoulders tightened beneath her fingers. His breathing sounding labored.
“Is something amiss with ye?”
Darragh shook his head dismissively, as if unable to respond.
“Am I hurting ye?”
His eyes were wide when they met hers. “Only from my need to be inside ye.”
Brighit pulled back to gawk at him. “Then why are ye not inside me?”
With a firm hand around her waist, Darragh yanked the trews the rest of the way off before covering lowering himself over her.
Something terrifying sparked in her mind, sitting just outside of her focus like a wild cat ready to pounce.
But then he filled her, and his breathy moan and her body’s pleasant response called her attention back to him.
“Ah, does that pleasure ye?” His words were spoken on a throaty exhale.
The fear crouched low in the shadows of her mind.
“Mmm,” she answered.
With firm hands grasping her small shoulders, he sheathed himself completely into her depths. When he lowered his lips to her ear, blocking out everything else with his massive chest, the nagging sensation nipped at her thoughts.
“D'ye feel me inside ye?” Darragh’s low voice called her back to him.
“Aye.” And she could, a most pleasant sensation. But she panted slightly, no longer certain she could get enough air. He shifted, still covering her.
“And this?” His hot breath against her neck, along with his solid thrusts, claimed her total awareness. Most pleasant.
She could do no more than nod.
“Ye are safe with me, Brighit.”
Those words echoed in her head until all she knew was the delicious feeling of fullness.
His words from earlier returned to her mind. “Ye’re extremely enjoyable. Mayhap I should always make ye wait.”
Waiting had been awful. She couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure as his movements increased her need, that tension and pressure building inside her again. Her body instinctively reached for it.
“Ah, I would know yer pleasure.” His scolding tone told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her and that realization released the flood gates.
Taking her mouth, he accepted her groan into his own body as wave after wave overtook her, the fear fading out until it disappeared.
When the waves settled down to gentle ripples, he murmured soothing words of endearment.
Without warning, he flipped her on top of him so that he lay on his back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Ride me again.”
And she did so with abandon. Her deep moans couldn’t be silenced when he shifted her back and forth, sliding her against him.
Their lovemaking was certainly not quiet, but there was no one near to hear them.
He urged her on, using his hips to ensure each thrust touched that special place deep inside her.
Her release was overpowering, taking her like an inescapable summer storm that leaves everything soaked and shivering.
She collapsed against him. Exhausted. His hand to the back of her head, he kissed her deeply while he plunged into her depths until his seed filled her.
Darragh turned them both to the side with him still inside her. They lay facing each other, waiting for their hearts to calm, both of them wet with sweat and breathing as if they’d run a great distance.
“Ye give me great pleasure, wife.”
“As d'ye, husband.”
“I believe we can save the rest of the mead for another night.”
Brighit laughed. “I believe ’twould be best.”
She snuggled up to him, leaning on his chest. He settled his brait over them and they slept right where they were without waking until the cock crowed at dawn.