Chapter 14 #2
“Aye,” he mumbled, never putting her down as he reached over and closed the door. Then he swung her around until her legs were spread around his waist. “I want ye, Spring.”
“I want ye, too.”
He backed her against the door, kissing her with passion. With her legs spread around his waist, she could feel his manhood poking at her, right through his plaid.
“How many ways do ye ken to make love?” he asked, nibbling at her earlobe as he spoke.
Her eyes closed and she felt powerless to resist his advances. Her emotions swelled in her chest and weakened her resolve, just by hearing his question.
“Is there more than one way to do it?”
“There are many.” In his words, she felt his confidence mixed with a promise of what was to come.
Her curiosity was piqued within her and she wanted to learn.
“Tonight, I am going to teach them all to you, one by one.” He trailed a finger down the front of her chest, making her breasts ache for his caress.
The idea of experiencing more than one way to make love excited her and made her heart race with anticipation.
She felt her cheeks flush at the mere thought of what he was offering.
“Aye. I want to experience all of them,” she said, breathing heavily through parted lips.
At this moment, nothing else mattered but the fact that they were husband and wife.
She belonged with Shaw and his clan and his family.
She felt like Edinvale Castle was her home.
She would not deny him anything tonight – not anything at all.
He started by gently placing her feet on the ground. His hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer. Then he whispered against her hair.
“Dinna fear me, lass. I promise I willna hurt ye.” She felt his fingers gripping the front of her bodice. The smell of woodsmoke and fresh air from his clothes filled her senses, making her heady.
“I am a descendant of Viking warriors,” she reminded him. “I dinna fear anythin’.”
Though as brave as she was, she never anticipated his next move. He kissed her forcefully and, at the same time, ripped open her bodice, exposing her naked breasts. The cool air against her hot body felt invigorating, making her feel alive.
“Oh!” she gasped, jerking backward in surprise.
“Spring,” he said, making her shiver in anticipation just by hearing her name on his tongue.
Then he moved away from her slightly, letting his sultry, dangerous gaze drift from her face and rake down her body, stopping at her breasts.
She swore her nipples hardened just under his domineering perusal.
He leaned toward her slightly, dropping his mouth to her shoulder as his hands slipped around her waist, caressing her gently.
His uneven breathing tickled her skin as his kisses trailed from her shoulder to the soft hollow at the base of her neck.
Then his kisses continued down her chest. His hands roamed upward and he fondled one breast, bringing it to his mouth.
He teased and suckled her, making her back arch in an involuntary reaction to his advances.
She reached out and pulled him to her, pushing her breast further into his soft, warm mouth, wanting even more stimulation.
After he’d tasted both her peaks, he boldly stripped away the rest of her clothes and dropped to his knees in front of her in passionate surrender.
“Shaw,” she said through ragged breathing. “What are ye doin’?” She longed to feel his kisses on her again and didn’t want him to stop.
“Just relax, lassie. Ye are goin’ to like this,” came his undeniable promise.
Before she could question him about what he meant, she felt the heat of his breath at the juncture of her thighs.
His hands slid up her legs and he parted them slowly.
She grabbed on to his shoulders first and then gripped his hair to keep from falling since she went weak at the knees by his sensuous act.
When she felt the flick of his tongue at her most intimate spot, she couldn’t help but throw back her head, moaning in delight.
He buried his face between her thighs, working his magic, managing to bring her to climax quickly.
And just when she thought she’d fall to the floor, no longer able to hold up her own weight, he stood.
He lifted his plaid. When she looked down, she saw his engorged form, and had to reach out and touch him.
“Och, lassie,” he whispered, dropping his plaid and gripping onto her shoulders as she ran her fingers up and down his hardened shaft. “Ye dinna ken what ye’re doin’ to me.”
He quickly squirmed out of his clothes, letting them fall to the ground at their feet. Then he reached out and put his hands around her waist, picking her up once again. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist while she put her arms around his neck.
“This is another way to make love,” he said, sliding her body down his, slipping his manhood into her slowly, tantalizing her with just a little at a time. He didn’t stop until she had taken in all of him and he filled her completely.
When he started to rock his hips and make love to her, standing, she found herself climaxing yet again. She didn’t think it could get any better, but now he’d made her cry out in passion as hues of vibrant purple and green exploded behind her closed lids as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Without breaking the connection, he turned and carried her to the bed.
He lifted her off his hardened form and slid her down his hot, glistening body.
She felt the wetness of her release between them.
He stood before her looking so handsome and desirable that she would do anything she could to make him feel the same elation that she’d just experienced.
“Turn around, Spring,” he said, seeming as if it took all his effort to say it. He was holding back and she could tell. “Here is another way.”
“Another?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as he gently turned her away from him.
He pressed his chest up against her back, holding her tightly as he bent her over the bed and entered her again.
Their bodies slapped together with each of his thrusts.
She heard him grunting, holding back from spilling his seed.
Next, he laid her atop the pallet on her back, straddling her in the position she knew the best.
“I dinna need to try any more ways but one,” she said, already having been sexually satisfied more than once and wanting to please him now.
“Which is that?” he asked, looking like he was about to explode.
“The one that warriors like best.” She flipped him onto his back and straddled him, and rode him like a stallion until they’d both cried out again and he spilled his seed within her.
Then she collapsed atop him, burying her face against his broad chest. There was a new rhythm as she listened to the rapid drumming of his heart intermingled with hers as they lay panting, trying to calm themselves from their vigorous lovemaking.
Coupling with Shaw was the best thing she’d ever experienced in her life and she would never forget it.
But if they kept this up, she was never going to be able to betray him after all.