Chapter Twenty-Two #2
He nuzzled her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive column of her neck. Moving the washcloth over her breasts, her nipples peaked taut, and she arched her back at the sensation, ignoring the pull of her stitches, and moaned. Her skin felt alit. It was something she had never felt afore.
But then Errol dipped the cloth below the surface of the water and brought it to the apex of her thighs and she nearly jumped out of the basin with a squeak.
Grasping his wrist, she stilled Errol’s hand. She took hold of the cloth and washed her nether region. What he was doing was exquisite, but she felt an odd feeling. Like a fireball knotting in her stomach and she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Turning, she looked at him over her shoulder.
“My turn.” Grabbing a clean cloth, she dunked it into the water and covered it with soap.
The muscles of his broad shoulders bunched under her hands as she washed his shoulders, taking her time, letting the cloth run slowly over his skin.
Then she moved to his chest where she noted the jump of his pectorals when she rubbed the cloth over them.
Trailing the cloth down the center of his stomach, she could feel it ripple under her fingers.
Errol’s eyes were intense, the pupils blown wide, as he watched her and when she moved to wash his still-hard manhood, he grasped her hand this time. “As much as I would love to have yer hands on me there, Lass. I willnae last.”
She frowned, not fully understanding what he meant as he plucked the cloth from her hands and made quick work finishing to clean himself.
They rinsed off and then he urged her to stand, wrapping her in a towel afore stepping out himself and wrapping his own towel low on his hips.
She caught her lower lip in her teeth at the vision in front of her.
He was so fetching with a body that looked to be chiseled out of stone.
Moving her closer to the fire, Errol rubbed her down with towel, taking care around her wound, patting the area tenderly.
“Ye are beautiful, Lass. I dinnae believe I have a seen a finer sight in all my life.” In one swift move, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, laying her gently on the soft throws.
As he dried himself off, her skin felt chilled, and nerves overcame her. Suddenly she felt anxious.
But when he joined her, covering her body with his, only heat consumed her.
Blistering, hot heat.
Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, his fingers feathered down her sides, causing her to shiver. He smiled against her mouth. His fingers found the curls betwixt her legs, and he traced the seam of her slit, eliciting an “Oh!” from her.
Kissing his way down her body, his lips were warm against her neck, her collarbone.
And absolute fire when they sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging her other breast, his fingers pinching and plucking at her nipple.
The actions had her body lifting off the bed as the warmth in her stomach continued to grow.
Errol paused and looked up at her. “I love how yer body responds to me, Lass.”
She wasn’t sure what to say in response, but then his hand dropped to her mons again and he flicked his finger and she gasped.
His smile was huge as he held her gaze whilst he lowered himself, lower, and lower, until his mouth hovered over her apex. His warm breath fanning over her most private area, tickling the hairs there. He waggled his eyebrows as he pushed her knees upward, opening her up to him.
For a long moment, he stared, his eyes blazing. Gently blowing on her damp curls, she shuddered. And then his mouth was on her. Suckling, licking. Her hips lifted off the bed, and he placed his forearm on her stomach, keeping her still as he feasted on her body as if he were starving.
And she reveled in the feeling he awakened in her.
Her body coming alive. An awakening she had never thought was possible.
He sank a finger in to her folds and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips.
In and out, he stroked her gently, then added another finger.
Stroked more as her breath quickened, her body building higher and higher to something, but she didn’t ken what.
Another finger sank into her as his mouth suckled on her.
It was too much and not enough at the same time.
She didn’t ken what her body was doing. What it needed.
She only kenned that she didn’t want him to stop.
She wanted more. The inferno kept building and building.
The flames growing higher and higher as she thrashed her legs, her hands fisting Errol’s shoulders.
She felt as if she were going to burst into thousands of pieces.
Suddenly, Errol was there, capturing her lips in his, she felt his hardness nudge her entrance. His mouth was at her ear. “’Twill hurt, but only for a moment. I promise.”
Moira nodded. She didn’t care. She only kenned she wanted more.
“Ready?”
She nodded and he pushed forward, breaching her maidenhead. A sharp pinch had her hitching her breath, as tears pricked her eyes.
Errol stilled, kissing her tears away. Then kissing her lips.
She felt stretched. Full.
But soon, the urge to move came. She didn’t want him to be still. She wanted to feel him. All of him. Moving her hips in a small circle, she tested the feeling, and Errol remained unmoving as he watched her face, his own face strained, the veins in his forehead protruding and angry.
She rotated her hips again and sighed. Aye. That was what she wanted.
Nodding, she stroked Errol’s cheeks and when he withdrew and filled her again, he caught her gasp on a kiss.
His hard body was the perfect match for her soft one.
In and out he stroked, burying himself deep.
His grunts and the look of pure bliss in his eyes, spurred her forward.
She grasped his buttocks, squeezing them.
Reveling at the feel of them. The tight muscles under her fingers bunched with each surge forward.
His thrusts grew quicker, almost frantic.
Her breaths were coming so quickly, she could hardly catch them.
Building. Building. That flaming inferno grew higher and higher.
And then when Moira thought it couldn’t possibly grow any larger, Errol reached between them and rubbed a spot that had her crying out his name as her whole body contracted.
Her legs stiffened and then shuddered violently.
Dots of light appeared in her vision as Errol quickened his pace, groaning her name until with a final deep thrust of his hips, her name tumbled from his lips as his whole body shook.
She stroked her hands up and down his back, smiling at how he shuddered with each movement.
Rolling onto his back, he brought her with him, settling her onto his chest, and kissed the top of her head.
“Are ye hurt?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.
She shook her head. “Nay. For the briefest of moments, but then ’twas all forgotten.”
“And yer side? I should have taken more care.”
She smiled, touched at his concern. “All is well. Ye were perfect.”
“Sleep now.” He drew the throw over them, and the sudden exhaustion of the past few days caught up to her, making her eyelids heavy. No matter how much she wanted to fight it, she couldn’t and soon succumbed to the pull of a blissful sleep.