Chapter Ten #2
Tavish swept her dress over her head, and the soft material floated somewhere off to the side.
Slowly, he released the clasp on the front of her bra and let it slide down her arms. He bent his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, laving the tip and cupping the other.
Tweaking the sensitive bud until she squirmed. Until a pull tugged deep in her pussy.
“Please,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, please.”
She thrust her hips up, silently telling him exactly where she wanted him.
He looked up at her from his position at her breasts. “If I take you, you’re mine. Are you ready to belong to me?”
“Only if you belong to me, as well.”
“That was never in doubt,” he murmured.
He rose and undressed. As each layer of clothing fell away, she admired his chiseled abs and sculptured muscles. A light trail of mahogany hair descended from his navel to his pubic area, where his hard cock jutted out. He took hold of the shaft, pumping slightly.
“From this moment on, this belongs to you, Mairi.”
She swallowed down her sudden bout of apprehension. “I know it’s supposed to fit...”
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “Trust me.”
She nodded her assent.
“Words, Mairi.”
“Aye.” Her mouth was bone dry as her apprehension rose. “Please.”
He tilted his head. “Please ... what?”
He really wants me to say it? “Take me. F-fuck me.”
Pleasure flared on his face. “Such a lovely, dirty mouth.”
Tavish raised up between her thighs and pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist. The position thrust her hips up and all she could do was stare at his cock as the tip slid up and down her pussy, glistening more and more with a mixture of her arousal and his pre-cum.
Once more, he bent over to take a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard while his hand settled on her clit, caressing the little bud.
Bliss slammed into her body and she moaned at the exquisite pleasure rocking her foundation.
Then he pushed.
All the magic suddenly ceased as pain overshadowed everything, and she slapped her hand against his chest, trying to stop him. She shook her head, not wanting him to go further. She knew it would hurt but not like this.
“Wait, I don’t like this anymore,” she cried.
“I’m so sorry, mo ghrá,” he murmured.
Tears leaked from her eyes. He held still, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation of being filled and stretched.
“Try to relax your muscles. Please. Focus on me. Focus on my hand.”
She tried to do as he asked. Taking a deep steadying breath, she paid attention to his administration. How the friction from her clit took hold. How it turned the pain into something else.
“Good lass,” he murmured.
Little by little, Mairi relaxed into the oddness of having the huge shaft stretch her. The pain eased, but still remained a little uncomfortable.
Slowly, Tavish pulled out, only to push back in again. Although the discomfort lingered at the edge, it wasn’t the knife edge from moments before.
“Can you feel me touching every bit of you inside, Mairi?”
“Yes,” she gasped, still not sure if she liked sex. It wasn’t quite how romance books made it out to be.
“You fit me like a glove,” he murmured.
Back and forth he rocked in her, and it definitely felt strange.
A little bit tight but also a little bit stimulated.
Was that how passion was supposed to feel?
Like one wrong step and you’d go falling into a volcano?
The more he worked his cock in and out of her body, the more unsteady the tightrope she balanced upon.
Under the moonlight, he picked up the pace.
The smooth movements slowly falling out of control.
He stared at her with an intensity that took her breath away.
The friction on her clit grew, and then everything seemed to crash through her.
This orgasm was different than the previous one.
It wasn’t the shocking electric charge from before, now it was more like a release of energy.
Not soaring but floating. A deeper connection snapped into place.
The pleasure on his face only enhanced her own.
Then, Tavish reached his peak, moaning as he released inside her. His hips pumped a few more times before he fell still and half collapsed on top of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving how she managed to make him come undone.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “This was embarrassingly fast. I’ll make it better next time.”
“Better?” She gave a soft laugh. “That was amazing. Well, the beginning wasn’t, but it eventually got there. How can it get better?”
“Next time, I’m going to give you so many orgasms, you’ll walk funny.”
She scrunched her nose. “I don’t want to walk funny.”
He chuckled softly and pulled out of her. Warm cum ran down her inside thigh, and when he looked at it, she had a weird sense of modesty and placed her hand there to hide.
He glanced up at her. “There’s no need for modesty. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m proud to call you my mate.”
She saw the sincerity on his face, reflected in his tone. Maybe they took a longer journey to reach the same destination, but she had to admit it was well worth the wait.