Chapter 18 #2
Her sheath was tight around his finger, gripping with enough pressure that he knew he would not last long within her. He slowly inserted a second finger, stretching her. She paused only briefly before moving with him again.
His cock was nearly bursting. Her sighs, the flush of her cheeks, the way her eyes sparkled beneath half-hooded eyes, he could scarcely take it.
He withdrew his fingers from her, practically driven wild by her natural musk, the perfume of her arousal.
Without thought, he licked his fingers and relished the taste of her.
Marin sucked in a breath of surprise at the action.
He wouldn't apologize, not when he intended to do so much more at a later date.
He held his cock in his hand, his fingers still glistening from her center, and guided himself to the triangle of downy blonde hair, stopping just at her entrance. She spread her legs wider, the delicate muscles of her inner thighs straining with her need.
He gritted his teeth and silently cursed the need for women to be virgins for their husbands. He gently eased his hips forward when he wanted to thrust, settling a scant inch within her when he wanted to sheath the full length in one hearty thrust.
She was so wet that he could easily do so.
He pushed another inch inward and she gasped. The pressure gripping him tingled from his bollocks and spiraled through him. Again, he pushed deeper, though now the grip of her turned to a blend of pleasure and discomfort. She was too tight. He strained forward to push deeper inside of her.
Her brows flinched and her starry-eyed gaze of passion firmed into one of determination.
“Am I hurting ye?” he panted.
She shook her head stiffly.
His entire body ached from holding it with such rigidity. He'd never been one for bedding virgins, and now he knew why. He started to press in deeper when she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed with incredible strength, impaling him the rest of the way into her.
The pressure around his cock made stars wink and dance in front of his eyes. Too tight, aye, but still hot and wet. A low groan rumbled in his chest and he gripped the coverlet beneath her.
He stared down at her, at the set of her mouth. “Are ye—”
“Stop treating me like I'm delicate.” Her tense expression eased. “Please.”
“It will feel better soon,” he said, hoping he was right. He didn't know much about virgins, or how long it would take one to start enjoying the act. He only knew he liked women who were lusty, who enjoyed hours of pleasure and teasing.
And he knew it was awkward as hell having a conversation with his cock lodged inside her, tense with the need to release.
His heartbeat pounded through his whole body, demanding he take his pleasure.
The need was so bloody intense, it left his brain foggy.
The obvious discomfort written on her face, however, told him he had a lot to make up for with this inferior performance.
Rather than move in her again, he bent over her, body shaking with restraint and painful need, and delicately licked the narrow line of skin between her breasts.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
He brushed his lips over her nipple before opening his mouth and drawing in the pert bud. He arched his back, beginning to withdraw from her slowly while he did this and nearly shuddered at the bliss tingling through his body to move within her again.
Marin shifted underneath him. Resolute, he braced his weight on one hand and slipped his other between them where they were joined.
He found the swollen nub of her pleasure and carefully rolled his thumb over it while switching his mouth to the other breast, to love the other nipple with his mouth and tongue.
Carefully, he pushed into her once more and found that the tension squeezing him in a merciless grip relaxed somewhat. The pleasure without the pain nearly undid him.
He played his thumb over her sex and moved his mouth from her nipple to her sensual lips.
She wrapped her arms around him and met his kiss with the same ready delight as earlier.
He thrust faster now, sliding in and pulling out, only to plunge in once more while their tongues mated together, and his thumb rolled and rolled and rolled over her.
Her breath became lusty pants between their kisses and her obvious enjoyment of his loving heightened his pleasure. His cockstand wasn't painful anymore; it was hot and throbbing with an overwhelming pleasure that left his bollocks drawing tight with the need to release.
Marin's body tensed beneath him and he sensed her nearing her crisis.
He drove in harder and increased the stroke of his thumb. She shuddered and threw her head back, crying out, her face a complete story of every indulgent emotion exploding through her.
Bran's own climax overtook him as he witnessed such pleasure, and his hips jerked against her with primitive action rather than thought. His seed poured into her and stars flashed once more like winking fireflies in his vision.
They remained joined together while their breathing calmed, and their lust cooled. Once his heart had ceased the frenzied racing, he rose and drew a cloth from the ewer, returning to the bed to tend to her.
He gently ran the cool, wet linen over her. He'd expected blood and saw none, which piqued his curiosity.
“Isla left ye a balm.” He reached for the small jar on the bedside table and set aside the cloth.
“That isn't necessary.” Marin had already begun to pull her long legs together, closing herself off from him.
But Bran's fingers were already glossy with the sweet-smelling ointment. “It will help with any discomfort.” He frowned. “I dinna like having hurt ye.”
“Not all of it hurt,” she said in a low voice.
His cock gave a little start at the insinuation in her tone, at the obvious lust. “Enough flattering. Part yer legs for me, wife.”
Marin watched him carefully and widened her knees, revealing her sex to him once more, still pink and swollen with the aftereffects of their loving. He swept his fingers over her opening, spreading the balm over her.
She closed her eyes. “That does feel nice.”
The pebble at the top of her slit became engorged beneath his ministrations. He knew if he rubbed at it again, he might have her coming once more.
But she was no seasoned woman, eager for multiple love sessions in one night. He began to withdraw his hand when she reached down and settled hers over his, fastening his touch between her legs.
Her hips rolled in sensual undulations. “Don’t stop.”
He continued to spread the balm, keeping from her entrance and focusing mainly on the bud as it swelled and swelled and swelled. Her breath came in little pants and her cheeks went red with pleasure as they had when he’d been inside her. Dear God, she was going to climax once more.
He gritted his teeth and moved his thumb faster over her sex until she turned her face into the pillow and muted those beautiful cries of pleasure. He pulled his hand away as her body relaxed. She rolled her face from the pillow and gave him a sheepish smile.
“Forgive me.” She sank her teeth onto her bottom lip. “It felt so good…”
“Dinna ever apologize for enjoying what we do.” He set aside the jar of ointment and willed his cock to calm before he settled in beside her.
Climaxing twice was one thing but having him inside her when she was likely still sore was another.
He relaxed behind her and cradled close the body he'd only just begun to learn.
He had much more exploring to do with her.
Not only physically, but also learning more of who this unique woman was.
For though he'd been trying not to think on it, and despite what Marin had claimed, he knew by the absence of a barrier when they’d mated, and a lack of blood–she had not been a virgin.