Chapter 16 #3
“I’m sure I can think of a way tae warm myself up.
” She grinned as she kissed him. Her hair fell over him, and she pressed her body against his, only adjusting it so that she could slide underneath the blanket and feel his body properly.
As soon as their flesh melted into each other, she was overwhelmed with warmth.
The breath rushed out of their mouths, and his hands held her tightly, securely.
She felt so small with him, so tiny. Their kisses were deep, although Finlay drew back.
“Are ye sure ye want tae dae this? With the way ye are feeling…dinnae ye need yer rest?”
“I’m tired of resting, Finlay. If I gae on like this, I’m never gaeing tae get better.
I dinnae want tae miss out on everything life can offer…
” She trailed off, disappearing into a kiss.
Their breath became one as their arms wrapped around each other, and all of Finlay’s reservations vanished into thin air.
Hazy bubbles rushed through Elspeth’s mind, swirling in a beautiful cacophony of light and sound.
She dragged her hands down Finlay’s body, feeling his arousal swelling against her.
She swooned and giggled, burying herself against his neck.
She breathed in his intoxicating musk and nibbled against his ears, which caused a great rumbling tremor to burst from his throat.
He was so overwhelmed with passion that he tossed her onto her back in a flurry of surprised yelps and hair, but she was silenced by his kisses.
She let him pin her arms to the bed. Her body arched and yearned for him.
While they kissed, his hand moved all the way down her body, encompassing her breasts and hips, running towards her inner thigh and the sweet warmth that awaited.
Her breath deepened, and there was a moment when Finlay drew back.
Their eyes met, and she realized there was something deeper about this experience than what was happening all over her body.
There was something happening inside her soul, too, as though for the first time in her life, the world made complete sense.
Finlay kissed her again, but this time his lips merely brushed hers.
He left a trail of kisses all down her body, placing them against her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, her nipples—which made her shiver—down her stomach, and then to her inner thigh.
She squirmed as his hands touched the soft skin of her thighs.
He breathed deeply, and she felt the warmth of his breath against her most intimate area.
It was a strange sensation, and she felt oddly exposed, but all the feelings of self-consciousness and nerves were burned away as Finlay kissed her thigh with meaning, and she knew where his journey was going to end.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her neck arched as his lips touched her.
His darting tongue brought with it endless delight.
A new miasma of sensations rose like a mist across the moors, bringing crackling tingles and thunderous tremors.
Through her fluttering eyelids, she looked down and saw him buried in her.
She could feel him inside her, tasting her, loving her.
The heat washed in a great wave, as powerful as any tsunami.
Her heart thumped, and her chest heaved with every moan.
Her hands shot down to run through his hair, holding onto him tightly as he pleasured her.
Sweet ecstasy was written all over her face as his tongue worked its magic, and pleasure bloomed within her, starting where he was and then spreading out entirely to every pore and every tip.
She shuddered desperately, and for a moment, it seemed as though the waves would never end.
When Finlay looked up, his lips glistened with her sweetness.
He smiled and kissed her one final time on her burning, aching wetness.
She could feel it seeping down her thighs, and she loved that she was on fire.
With trembling arms, she welcomed Finlay into her embrace.
He slid up and effortlessly plunged into her, as though they had been made for each other.
Her eyes widened as pain and pleasure blurred into one.
His kiss was hot, and she could taste herself on his lips.
The huge expanse of his body stretched out over hers, and his hands slipped into hers, their fingers entwining.
The fervent sensations made them squeeze each other’s hands tightly.
Their bodies glistened, and they were so fluid they felt as though they were made out of water, crashing against each other like great waves.
But there was nothing fluid about Finlay when he was inside.
Hard and long, he reached into the deepest part of her, a part of her she hadn’t even known existed before they had met.
He was her husband, she his wife. Images flashed of him coming to her rescue, of him defending her, of him vowing to protect her.
It made the desire swell inside her, and she clung to him as the rumbling emotions rampaged through her again.
At the same time, she could feel his body bristle with tension.
His moans deepened, and she pleaded with him.
She dug her nails into his back and whispered into his ear, the kind of secrets that lovers shared in these frenzied moments of intimacy and ecstasy, and then came the eruption, the rumbling explosion that poured heat inside her.
She clamped her eyes shut as she braced herself against the impact of his love, and after the shrieks of ecstasy came a smile as wide as the horizon.
She slipped into his arms. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and they glistened as the moonlight poured into the room.
The faint glow of a dying candle flickered, making shadows dance across the ceiling.
Finlay’s arm was wrapped around Elspeth’s slender waist, securing her against him, as though that was where she belonged and that was where she would always remain.
She kissed him lightly on the cheek while he pressed his lips against her forehead.
The swirling pleasure left her mind feeling hazy and delirious.
Smiles danced on their lips, and when she looked into his eyes, it was as though she became lost in another world.
But as she looked into those eyes, she was overwhelmed by a feeling inside her, a feeling that had begun as a small flicker and had now grown into wildfire.
When she looked at him, it felt as though that was her life, from beginning to end, all of it in his eyes.
There were words, simple words that felt so heavy on her tongue.
She wanted to speak them, to give life to these feelings inside her, and yet there was a part of her that was still so scared to open herself up.
Her lips parted as she almost brought herself to speaking them, but then Finlay turned over and blew out the candle.
They were cast into the darkness of the night.
He kissed her on the lips and whispered goodnight before he fell into slumber.
She wanted so badly to share these feelings with him, but if he felt the same, then why hadn’t he said them himself?
She placed her hand on his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes and lulled herself to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest. The rhythm of his breathing was steady, and as he fell into sleep, his heart returned to its regular rhythm.
Perhaps it didn’t matter that she hadn’t said it.
What mattered was that she felt it, and she was certain that Finlay could see it in her eyes.
He must have. Was it not plain in everything she did and said?
But, more than anything, she was grateful that she had the perfect night with her husband, and she hoped that she never had to doubt his affections again.