Chapter 15 #2
“Don’t be afraid, mo leannan,” Callum said tenderly. “I’m not going to hurt you. Touch me.”
Cautiously, Margot gripped the shaft and felt its unexpected softness, as if her palm was touching velvet that moved over something hard underneath. She tentatively moved her hand up and down a few times, but stopped when she heard Callum gasp.
She looked up and saw his face twisted with an expression that looked like pain. Immediately she pulled back. “Am I hurting you?” she asked fearfully.
“No,” he breathed, “quite the opposite. It feels so good, Margot. Now you.”
He turned her around, then she felt the gentle touch of his fingers as he deftly undid the row of buttons at the back of her dress, but he did not stop there.
Margot moaned with pleasure as Callum followed his finger with his lips, peppering teasing kisses all the way down her back until he met the barrier of her chemise.
When the dress finally slid from Margot’s shoulders onto the floor, he turned her around and took one look at the laces on the chemise. Then, with a growl of frustration, he ripped it in two with one powerful movement of his hands.
Margot gasped.
“I will get you a new one, sweetheart.”
He kissed her again and picked her up to lay her on his bed. However, he did not lie down beside her, but stood gazing his fill at her for a few long moments.
Margot was the woman of his dreams, he thought, as he gazed at her fine, sculpted face, the creamy globes of her breasts with their rose-pink nipples, and her tiny waist that flared into round, womanly hips.
Callum could not wait to make her his, but he knew that she was an innocent; he needed to be patient and tender so that she would remember this night as the best one of her life forever.
“You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” Callum whispered as he took his place beside Margot on the bed.
She smiled. “And you are not at all what I expected… but much, much more,” she replied, kissing him softly. “Now, my Laird, I have waited long enough.”
“We both have,” he said, smiling wickedly before he kissed her again.
Callum did not stop at her lips, but placed tiny kisses all the way down her neck, then suddenly did something that shocked Margot. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suckle it, then circled his tongue around and around before gently scraping it with his teeth.
The sensation was utterly blissful, and Margot moaned with delight as she plunged her fingers into his thick, silky dark hair and gave herself up to the sheer pleasure of the moment.
Callum switched to her other breast and gave it the same wicked, sensual treatment, then he kissed his way down to her navel, where he paused to circle his tongue around the little pit. Margot giggled at the ticklish sensation, and Callum looked up to give her another delightfully naughty smile.
Then he did something that Margot could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. Callum gently pushed apart her soft wet folds with his thumbs, then lowered his head to sweep his tongue between them, moving from front to back again and again before going to the sweetest, most sensitive part of her.
The little nub of flesh was already throbbing with pleasure, but then Callum wrapped his lips around it and began to suckle it as he had done with her breast.
Margot screamed out his name and arched her hips involuntarily as a bolt of almost unbearable pleasure shot through her from her core to every other part of her that was already throbbing and pulsing with delight.
She had never imagined anything could be so wonderful. It was glorious, and even more so because this delight was being given to her by the love of her life.
Callum looked up, saw the expression on Margot’s face, and asked huskily, “Good?”
Margot nodded frantically, but somehow she felt frustrated, as if something was still unfinished. She opened her mouth to ask him, but Callum stopped her with a tender kiss.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
“With my life,” she replied.
Her heart was aching with love for him, but the desire was something akin to a savage beast inside her that wanted him fiercely and hungrily.
“Then let me show you what happens between a man and a woman when they care about each other,” he said tenderly. “This may hurt a little, but only for a moment, and if you wish me to stop, tell me and I will.”
Margot pulled his head down for another kiss, then felt the tips of Callum’s first two fingers pushing in and out of her entrance. It was a strange, but delightful stretching sensation, but when their lips parted, she suddenly felt something else—something for which she was utterly unprepared.
It took her a moment to realise that Callum was pushing his member inside her, and she felt a thrill of fear, thinking of its size.
She felt herself stretching even more, then there was a jolt of intense pain, but it passed quickly, and Margot felt a sense of incredible fullness, as if she had been incomplete before and he had made her whole.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even more tightly against him.
Callum felt the moment when he took Margot’s virginity, but she did not cry out or try to push him away. She was so tight, so wet, so ready for him. He thrust inside her, slowly at first, then faster as they began to move together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
Margot could never have imagined anything so wonderful. Every thrust of Callum’s body into hers was sending her higher and higher towards something that she knew would be utterly delightful.
It was not merely his surging manhood inside her that was setting her senses spiralling, but his scent, the friction of his body against hers, the feel of his lips on her skin. His very maleness was sending her to heaven.
For a moment, it seemed that she would never reach it. Then suddenly she was there, and a flood of almost unbearable ecstasy washed over her. She shuddered as waves of pleasure almost swept her away, and she writhed and moaned in his arms as he held her against him.
Callum withdrew from her just before he spilled his seed after the most titanic climax he had ever experienced, and they lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow for what seemed like hours.
“Thank you, Callum,” Margot said softly as she looked into his deep dark eyes, and for the first time she was close enough to notice the golden flecks in them. His eyelids were drooping as if he were sleepy, but as he put up a hand to touch her cheek, he smiled.
“It was a pleasure, Margot,” he replied. “An undeniable and most fulfilling pleasure.”
Then he pulled her closer, tucked the blankets around them and Margot fell asleep nestled into Callum’s warmth, utterly and completely at peace.