Chapter 17
Wherever Boyd's eyes landed, his hands, lips, and tongue followed. He cupped a plump breast, his thumb rubbing the hardened peak. Bella's bosom overflowed into his palm.
Bella reached out simultaneously and gripped his hardened length, beginning to stroke him in return.
Boyd surged his hips, pushing against her palm as he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and suckled her nipple.
Bella moaned with pleasure, feeling a connection from her breast directly to her inner core.
Boyd placed one hand at the center of her heat and began frantically massaging the nub he found between slick, wet folds.
Bella groaned and flexed her hips, seeking more pressure.
She stroked him harder, tightening her fist around his girth, though he was too thick to close her palm completely.
What followed was frantic exploration, lips, tongues, and hands moving in unison, touching and tasting, eliciting as much pleasure as possible.
Then Bella felt her body floating as Boyd carried her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him. He walked toward the large bed in the corner of the cottage and gently laid her down upon it.
He hovered over her, gazing at her plump breasts, her wide hips and shapely thighs, her glistening quim that called to him.
It was an overload for his senses. "I will not last long, My Bella.
This first coupling will be quick. I'm sorry, but I need to be inside ye and I cannot wait. But I'll prepare ye first to take me."
"Then dinnae wait, Boyd. I trust ye," she rasped and opened her arms.
Boyd did not hesitate. He crawled onto the bed and spread her thighs. With his thumbs he separated her slick folds and placed his mouth directly onto her clitoris, suckling hard.
Bella moaned at the onslaught, threw her head back, and writhed against his mouth.
Boyd then placed two fingers inside her and gently massaged her channel until he knew she was wet enough to take him.
He crawled further up her body and latched onto a nipple, suckling while his fingers continued to work her core.
"Boyd, I need ye. All of ye... please," Bella practically pleaded.
He released her breast and said, "Aye, ye needy wench. Then ye shall have all of me."
Boyd moved further up her body and captured her lips for a sensual kiss. Bella tasted herself on his tongue and thought it was the most erotic thing ever.
When they parted, Boyd removed his fingers and aligned the tip of his hardened length to her entrance. He could feel Bella's hands gently caressing the back of his neck and his lower back. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he slowly pushed inside her slick heat.
Bella gasped with pleasure, feeling Boyd's engorged cock slowly stretching her. He felt so much bigger now than he was years ago. He felt longer, thicker and harder inside her.
Boyd spread her thighs wider to accommodate him, then he snapped his hips and thrust his entire length all the way inside to the hilt.
He slid in easily, stretching her and filling her completely.
Boyd groaned at the ecstasy of being gripped so tightly by his wife.
He closed his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead against hers, knowing he was finally home.
Bella moaned, gripping him tightly with her sheath.
They gazed into one another's eyes, then, almost as if asking for permission, Bella caught her breath and nodded.
Boyd did not hesitate. Immediately he placed a hand on either side of her shoulders, hovered above her, and began thrusting in and out of her channel.
Each time he bottomed out so deep. The feeling was decadent and delicious.
"Tell me," Boyd demanded, moving inside her with deep, possessive thrusts. "Tell me ye're mine."
"Yers," Bella gasped. "Always yers. Only yers."
"It was only ever ye," Boyd panted against her neck. "I love ye, My Bella. It was always ye. Only ye."
"Boyd," Bella sobbed his name, pleasure and emotion overwhelming her. He was so large, having him stretch her channel until he was buried deep felt decadent. "I love ye. I never stopped loving ye. Ye were the only man I ever lay with," she gasped between his thrusts.
The words shattered his control. Boyd claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and drove into her harder, deeper, chasing a completion he'd denied himself for a decade.
Bella was drowning in sensations she could not name. Boyd's cock hit every single nerve ending. She couldn't help but squeeze him tighter, and from the noises he was making, she knew he was enjoying it as much as she was.
This was so much different from the coupling they used to enjoy in their youth.
This was deeper, more meaningful. Their bodies were different now, their circumstances changed.
Their love had survived the worst possible suffering, and now they were together again.
As if they had walked through fire and been purified in the process.
"Fuck! My Bella, ye're so tight. Ye feel so good, better than any dream."
Boyd was barely holding on. Every nerve ending was firing as he plunged deep inside his wife over and over again.
Bella's channel kept fluttering and tightening around him.
He felt like his entire body was on fire with lust and love and passion all rolled into one.
He knew he would only ever find this with his Bella. His wife.
The thought that no other had claimed her made him want to beat his chest with primal possessiveness.
He gazed down at the sensual display, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her gasps and moans filling the air, her quim glistening with arousal where they were joined. Boyd took it all in as a feast for the senses.
But he could not hold out much longer. He needed Bella to find her release. Her skin was flushed, her eyes heated and slightly glazed over with passion. Her breaths coming out in pants.
He bent down and laved her nipples with his tongue, taking turns with each one as he quickened his pace. He gloried in the feel of Bella tilting her hips and meeting him thrust for thrust, enveloping him fully.
The more he suckled, the more her body shuddered, and he knew she would reach her peak soon.
He raised his head and gazed down at her lovingly.
He couldn't wait to empty himself deep inside her in the hope of creating a baby.
He imagined her belly round with their babe growing within.
He imagined her breasts full with milk, ready to suckle their young.
He wanted it all with her, a wife, a family, a home with his Bella.
Bella gazed up at Boyd, watching him take her and conquer her.
She loved the way his muscles bulged and the veins on his neck pulsed, his lustful, loving gaze warming her, his harsh grunts with each thrust. She gloried in the fact that she made this fearsome warrior lose all control.
And she wanted it all, a husband, a family, a home.
She hoped to be a mother to his children.
She glanced down where their bodies connected, blushing as she watched Boyd's glistening length disappear inside her.
She closed her eyes as she finally felt the stirring of an orgasm.
"Open yer eyes, love! Look at me when I’m inside ye."
His wicked words alone, combined with the way his chest brushed against her hardened nipples, the way his length ground against her clitoris with each thrust, were too much to take in.
Bella opened her eyes and watched, mesmerized, as Boyd quickened his pace even more.
Then she screamed as her climax hit her a hundredfold.
Her channel gripped him so tight as her entire body shuddered and she reached her peak.
Boyd felt Bella orgasm and it triggered his own.
He plunged into her three more times, then stiffened and roared as he came violently hard deep inside her.
He bottomed out, his tip pushing against her womb as he filled her with his release.
His body shook as Bella contracted around him several times, her sheath fluttering around his length, milking him of every drop of seed until he collapsed on top of her, sated like never before.
He turned them on their sides so they lay flush against one another, face to face.
Bella looked satisfied, and Boyd felt completely spent.
They tried to catch their breaths, breathing hard and deep.
Then he gently kissed her deeply. Bella wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss with fervor.
Soon Boyd slowly pulled out, and Bella shuddered at the feel of his withdrawal. She could feel his essence leaking down her thighs. But to her surprise, Boyd cupped her there with his hand and began pushing it back inside her.
"Boyd! What are ye doing?"
"I'm hoping we made a baby. 'Tis possible we did, but just in case." He grinned and winked at her, and she burst out laughing.
"Ye want bairns with me, Boyd MacKinnon?"
"Aye, I do, Bella MacKinnon. Do ye want bairns with me?"
"Well, 'tis a bit late to ask now. But aye, I do."
His expression softened and he smiled at her. "Then there's no point in waiting, is there?"
Bella kissed him and replied, "Aye, I suppose not."
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FOR THE REMAINDER OF the day, Bella and Boyd made love several times, as if making up for years of abstinence.
They explored each other with abandon. Bella climaxing on Boyd's tongue, Boyd finding his release in her mouth and between her ample breasts.
They discovered uninhibited new ways to give and receive pleasure, rediscovering each other's bodies with implicit trust and growing confidence.
Between bouts of lovemaking, they washed with water gathered from the loch, ate honey cakes and dried meat, drank ale, and talked about their lives.
They reminisced about their young love, the happier memories of sneaking about the forge, stolen moments in shadowed corners of the Keep, whispered promises under starlit skies.