Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
HOW WE STARTED
Callum
Mathilda stood, a vision in blue. “I rejected him. When he made the proposal, I had no real concept of what a loveless marriage might mean. I didn’t think much of marriage at all.
” Then she held my gaze. “My parents’ relationship was ruined by cheating, and my ex-boyfriend didn’t think much of monogamy either. ”
My mouth dropped open. How could someone cheat on her? “I am a one-woman man. That woman is you. That’s why I needed to know.”
“I know.” She bobbed her head. “My sister’s happiness is everything to me, but that doesn’t mean giving up my own. Which is why I decided that when I marry, it will be for love.”
Again, her gaze briefly met mine, and holding my frame still had never been harder.
Beyond being fired up and wanting this woman under me, against me, over me, her decision knocked me out.
She was giving this up because she cared about me, but that was okay, because I was prepared to give her everything I had.
This was how it started. How we started.
“I need to know who this man is, because the moment I touch you, you’re mine. That means mine to protect.”
Our gazes clung to each other’s, and Mathilda swallowed, emotion plain on her face. “Is that so? Save the talking for the morning, McRae.” She tapped her toe on the floor, and suddenly the mood shifted.
“Fine, but I know what you gave up for me. And why.” I rolled up from the bed, the floorboards creaking under my bare feet as I advanced on her. Mathilda didn’t back away. “You say you have a cool head, but your heart is just as warm as mine.”
In response, she dragged the silver strap of her dress over one shoulder. It fell short of exposing her, but a wave of heat and adrenaline engulfed me.
I breathed out through my nose and commanded, “Get back on the chair.”
Mathilda’s lips parted but she did as I asked, perching on the edge of the ski lodge’s curved armchair. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her and she squeaked.
“I’ve wanted you for such a long time,” she confessed, reaching out a hand to trail over my shoulder. Mapping me.
I placed my palms on her knees then slid them up her thighs, taking her satin dress with me. Baring those long legs I’d obsessed over from the moment we’d met.
Finally, after weeks of denying myself thoughts like these, I let my eyes take their fill. Of smooth thighs, of the outline of the black lace I glimpsed where I pushed her dress higher.
Christ, I was ready to explode just from the sight of her underwear.
Mathilda cupped my chin and held it, forcing me to look at her. “Go slow.” She glanced down to where my cock tented my boxers. “I’d wondered if every part of you was in proportion. I’m glad it’s not just your castle that has an impressive tower.”
I fought back a smile. “I’m glad to say I’m not lacking. Either in castle or cock.”
With that, she leaned in and laid her sweet lips on mine.
This was meant to be my seduction, to tempt her away from worse options, and to have her fall for me like I’d fallen for her. But Mathilda Storm took control, and it was all I could do to hold on while she ravished my lips.
Not that I was a slouch.
We clashed, grabbing at one another. Her fervour took me by surprise, but I had weeks of pent-up frustration driving me. She licked my lips to gain access and slicked her tongue over mine. Then I dominated her right back, owning her mouth and laying my claim with my kiss.
She scratched her nails over my scalp, I groaned and dropped to kiss her neck, reaching around to tug on the zip of her dress.
The damn thing wouldn’t shift. Any harder and I’d tear it off her.
“Stand up, will ye? I need you naked.” I panted and sat back on my haunches.
Mathilda wobbled upright on those heels, her lips swollen from mine, then she undid the dress in a practiced motion. It fell from her form, pooling between us.
I looked up at a goddess. Rounded breasts, heavy in a black half-corset contraption, a swell to her belly and thighs that had my mouth watering.
On an inhale, she took off the bra and cast it aside.
Jesus Christ and all the saints.
Mathilda’s body had me stunned almost to silence.
“You are the most beautiful woman who ever breathed,” I managed, my voice tight with lust and admiration.
I reached up and ran a reverent hand over her full breast. She leaned into my touch, filling and overspilling my hand.
My cock swelled even more, so hard it was nearly painful. I needed to see all of her. Taste her. Take this as far as it could go.
“These are in the way,” I murmured to the final tiny scrap of lace covering her.
Leaning in, I snagged her underwear with my teeth and dragged downward, right over the part of her that had my senses going wild. Mathilda gave a little moan and gripped my hair, showing me exactly where she needed me most.
With gentle pressure, I pushed her back to sitting and finished the job of making her naked. Aside from her shoes. Because fuck. Then, my gaze holding hers, I pushed her knees apart and moved into the gap, using my body to open her thighs. Wide and inviting.
“Tell me you want me.” I kissed her, taking her breasts in my hands as she gripped my shoulder muscles, sending me wild. I wanted to keep her here for days, learn every single inch of her and let her loose on me. I rolled her nipples, and she arched into me.
“Yes,” she hissed, her exploration of my body bold. “All of you. To the hilt, McRae.”
I laid open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone then down, until I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She cried out. My blood surged.
I hadn’t planned to rush things, but I slowed, heeding a thought to savour this, and I pushed her shoulder so she reclined in the chair, slumped back and breathing hard.
“Take off your underwear,” she demanded. “If you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do, after, I’ll want you to fuck me hard, and I need to see what I’m dealing with.”
“Jesus. I love it when you swear.” I huffed a laugh and leapt up to dispose of my shorts.
“You make me like this.” She pointed an accusatory finger, her gaze glued to my crotch. “I’ve never been that bothered about sex, but you set me on fire. Do you have any idea how hot it is in here? That wood fire, your body. I’m about to melt.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look sprawled out there, ready and waiting for me?”
I whipped my underwear off, and my cock sprang free.
Mathilda gasped, her eyes widening. “Bring it here. Let me take a closer look.”
“In a minute.” I dropped down, clasped her thighs and, without warning, brought my mouth to the juncture of her body.
She was soaked and tasted like Heaven.
“Callum!” she screamed. I sucked hard on her.
I ran two fingers downwards then pushed slowly into the core of her.
So hot. So tight. So mine.
“Your lairdship will do. Or God. Call me that if ye like,” I uttered against her flesh.
She wriggled under me and I thrusted slow, lifting her thigh with the other hand and loving her with my mouth, keeping up a slick, hot slide with my fingers.
Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, heels digging in. So fucking sexy.
If this wasn’t the purest form of worship for the woman who held your dreams in her grasp, then nothing was.
She cursed me again as I added a third finger.
“Play with your nipples,” I ordered, looking up her gleaming body. “Show me what you like. Make me crazy.”
She did, palming her tits and tugging her nipples into peaks.
I groaned at the sight. She watched my moves on her and alternated that with looking over my form.
The approval gave me a surge of pride for my size, and I wanted to roll back and have her climb onto me.
But not yet. I had to start this evening as I meant to go on.
It wasn’t long before Mathilda moved her hips in time with my hand and mouth, and her yelps became a long, low moan.
“I’m close,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Like I would. I grunted acknowledgement, as words were beyond me now. My cock leaked for needing attention, and my world became Mathilda’s pleasure.
I swirled my tongue then sucked hard, bringing her to a crest while my fingers hit the same spot over and again. With a cry, she pushed into my mouth then dropped down, half off the chair, her orgasm tightening around my fingers.
Thank fuck for that. I was close to dying, my entire being needing to join with her in the most primal of ways.
“Callum.” Her voice trembled, and she pulled me up to kiss her.
I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and shoes dropping to the floor, our kiss continuing as I found my way to the bed. “You’re perfect. The sexiest creature I ever saw.” I couldn’t keep the wonder out of my voice.
“I need you inside me,” she replied.
“You have me. In every way there is.”
I knelt on the mattress and laid her out, snatched a condom from the box I’d thrown on the pillow earlier.
“Are you ready?” Please, God, say yes.
Mathilda drew a breath and sat up. Her cheeks flushed red, even in the orange firelight, and her tousled hair curled around her face in a cloud. “My turn to take charge.”
A smile took over my lips. “Thought you wanted me to pound you.”
“I changed my mind.” She rose on her knees and grasped my shoulders, then pushed me backward to the bed. I went, willingly. “Hands behind your head.”
She took the condom and rolled it over my painfully hard cock. I nearly died from the pressure.
“Don’t say I can’t touch you.” That would kill me. If she was going to ride me, I wanted to grab on to her. Get handfuls of her hips. Grind her into me. Be able to push up and suck her tits into my mouth.
“Hands behind your head,” she repeated.
I groaned, but I did it, gripping my fingers together like I wanted to break my own hands.
“Well done.” She grinned, and I glowered at her. But the expression on her face meant I couldn’t hold a frown for long.
She ran her gaze over me, from the bulge of my biceps, prominent either side of my head, almost lovingly over my features.
Then she opened her mouth as if to say something, but then thought better of it.
I needed to know what was on her mind, but my cock bobbed of its own accord, and Mathilda’s gaze snagged on the movement.
She made a low humming sound then threw her leg over me, and I growled as she settled into position.
“You’re the biggest man I’ve ever met, Callum McRae,” she murmured, rubbing my cock against her, using me as a tool.
I’d lost the ability to speak, so focused was I on how her warm centre felt against my rigid flesh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, dinna embarrass yourself, man.
“Big in all ways. In your size,” she gave my cock a squeeze, lining me up with her entrance, “in your heart, and in how much you care. You’re beautiful, Callum.”
I raised my head in surprise, but in a swift move, Mathilda sank onto me, taking half my length in one go.
“Yes!” we both yelled in unison. Then Mathilda followed with, “Oh my God,” sinking lower, flexing her thighs, trying to take all of me.
“Slow,” I managed, grinding out the word and jamming my shoulders into the quilt. If she moved, I was going to blow my top.
Sweat beaded on my forehead and chest as I stared at the sight. This gorgeous woman, backlit by firelight, with her head thrown back where she concentrated on fucking me. But I squeezed my eyes tight shut when she finally lowered herself the whole way.
The sensation alone was enough to have me insane.
“To the hilt,” she uttered. Then she gave an experimental roll of her hips, my cock so deep inside her I saw stars.
“Let…me.” I exhaled, needing to spin her over and take control, every instinct telling me to pound into her, to slam again and again and make her howl.
I’d howl myself at the wonder of it.
“Wait. Bring your hands back. Take mine,” she commanded.
I offered my hands out, my muscles rigid. Mathilda used me as leverage and began to move.
“So big, but oh God.” Her head lolled and I gave a tiny thrust up to meet her downward action. Her grip on my hands, my arms rigid, increased. “You’re stretching me, and it feels so good. God. Do that again.”
I did. With her thighs pressed into mine, as close as we could be, I thrust up, and Mathilda dragged in a breath.
And that was the last word either of us said that wasn’t “yes”, “oh fuck” or “more”.
She clutched my hands, and I supported her ride, getting harder and my movements getting faster as her breathing sped up. She had to come again. And again, and again, before the night was out.
Mathilda chased her pleasure, working my length in and out of her.
I watched her eyelids flutter, her breasts bounce, and her colour flush.
When she was close, her movements slowed, so I took the initiative.
Clamping our hands to her hips, I took over the action, fucking into her like I was motorised.
My hips pistoned, and Mathilda moaned loud, arching back with her mouth open.
“Yes!” she yelled, and I was done.
Her second orgasm pulsed around my cock triggering my own. I dug my heels into the bed, my knees bowing out and my thrusts growing harder.
With a swift drag on her arms, I pulled her down and clamped her to me as I spun us over, then, with my woman underneath me, I let loose my desire.
Mathilda groaned over and over, and I pounded into her, digging my fingers into her hips and pressing my knees into the bed so hard it creaked in complaint.
Sweat dripped off me, and my jaw ached where I gritted my teeth.
I swore, the whole of my universe focused on the place we were joined. On the feeling of her around me.
I yelled her name. The most powerful orgasm I’d ever had surged through me.
The intensity knocked me out, and I dropped down, my hands white-knuckled, one still gripping Mathilda’s perfect, round backside. I pulsed into her, my head at her neck, brilliant white light in my eyes.
Then I raised my face to hers to kiss out the last of my pleasure. The sparks in my body had me nearly shaking. Or maybe it was the blinding adoration in my heart. Then I realised Mathilda was shaking.
“What was that?” she breathed. “I mean, just… What?”
“Dinna ye ken?” It was what I’d known since I’d first seen her face. What everybody looked for and few could ever find. Because this was too big, too fucking everything for it to happen every day.
“It’s what happens when it’s right.” I adjusted my weight so I didn’t crush the lass. Then I hugged her hard, told her over and over that I wouldn’t let her go, and sank into bliss with the future Lady McRae.
Maybe I’d leave it a wee while before I asked.