Chapter 14 #2
He leaned into her then, burying himself in the valley between her breasts. He kissed her ardently and she tousled his hair, watching him ravish her, loving the sight of him. She clawed at his shirt and soon enough it joined her dress in a puddle on the floor.
Callan leaned back and she gazed at his broad torso.
The angles of his muscles were covered in coarse dark hair.
She placed her palms against it and was scorched by the warmth emanating from his body.
His heart thumped close to her palm, steady and strong.
Her fingers traced a path down to his stomach and she could feel his manhood swelling beneath her.
It filled her with anticipation and fear.
Callan wrapped a hand around her neck and kissed her again, deeply and lovingly.
Their lips melted against each other and she closed her eyes, losing herself to the sensation.
Her skin tingled all over and he tilted her back until she was lying upon the floor.
He was over her, half of him illuminated by the fire, the other half in shadow.
His biceps swelled as he planted his arms on either side of her head.
He grinned, and this time she didn’t find it annoying.
Nora wrapped her hands around his arms and across his chest before he leaned down and kissed her neck. Nora murmured with delight.
“Ye are a wicked man, Callan.”
“Just wait until I’m done with ye,” he replied, the words rushing out in one breath.
She wanted to respond, to tease him back, but her words were lost in a soaring moan as he trailed his lips along her body.
He found the hollow of her throat, then sucked her nipples, teasing them with his tongue and gently nibbling them.
The shock of it shook her mind and she felt her fingers clawing the rug upon which they lay.
Callan didn’t have any intention to slow his descent.
Nora sensed his destination, but she didn’t believe it until his hands ran along her legs and parted them, his fingers pressing against her inner thighs.
He kissed down her stomach and then along each thigh, teasing her with his breath.
Then she groaned as she felt his tongue dart out and press against the most intimate part of her.
Nora’s body clenched with tension. Her neck arched and she groaned loudly.
The rain continued to crash around the cabin, but she didn’t care about that.
She didn’t care about anything other than the pleasure Callan was creating inside her.
His tongue swirled and danced in a manner that she could not predict.
It even slipped inside her and she wondered how she tasted.
Callan murmured with delight and buried himself between her legs, so she assumed she must have tasted sweet.
Through blurred vision she looked down and saw the mess of his hair moving back and forth.
His arms were clamped around her legs, pinning her down.
Her brow was furrowed and beads of sweat sizzled upon her skin.
The pleasure leaped within her, swelling in her body like waves upon a shore, ebbing and flowing and only ever growing in intensity, never without end.
One hand clutched the rug, clenched into a tight fist. The other found her breast. She squeezed and toyed with her nipple, finding pleasure in the act.
The sensations became too much to bear and her body twisted. She clenched her legs, almost choking Callan. He pulled back, his lips glistening with her pleasure. She was groggy.
“Ye leave me breathless, lass,” he said, and then started working to free himself from the rest of his clothes.
With shaking muscles, Nora pushed herself to her knees, watching intently as the last remnants of fabric were stripped away, leaving her to stare at his manhood. Her eyes filled with desire at the sight of it. Long and thick, it was as impressive as the rest of him. Veins rippled beneath taut skin.
“Ye dinnae hae tae be afraid, lass,” he whispered.
He took her hand and placed it upon his manhood.
It was so hot, but she welcomed the burn.
She curled her fingers around it and then something amazing happened.
Callan arched his neck back and groaned, low and deep, like thunder.
Nora smiled. She drew her hand up and down, moving the taut skin, watching how the delight twisted and danced upon his face.
What power she had!
His muscles bristled as she increased the rhythm, watching how he became affected by it, and then she wanted to make him feel as good as she did.
She leaned forward, closing her eyes and gently kissing the tip.
Nora wasn’t sure how it would feel at first, but when he groaned with delight she naturally widened her lips and took him into her mouth, coating him with her saliva.
She murmured, opening her eyes to gaze up at him, loving the way he smiled. He brushed the sweaty hair away from her face and she moved her tongue around, sucking hard, wanting to do nothing but give him a reflection of the pleasure he’d given to her.
In this intense blaze of passion everything was stripped away.
Her flesh and soul were laid bare and there was no point denying it anymore.
This was what she wanted. This was the kind of woman she had become.
She had no idea what the world promised her, but she knew that just for one night she wanted to be selfish.
Nora could feel Callan swell in her mouth. To her dismay he pulled her aside. He noticed her expression.
“Men are nae like ye, lass. We hae tae make it count,” he winked.
She didn’t quite understand the meaning of his words, not at first anyway. He took her hand and lifted her to her feet. He placed one hand around the small of her back and with the other stroked her cheek. He looked deep into her eyes and then kissed her.
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
He whipped the blanket off and brought her tumbling into the sheets.
The sudden movement made her laugh. They rolled until he was on top of her, the weight of them making the bed creak.
He kissed her again, then reached down to part her legs.
He shifted his hips and Nora wondered what she was supposed to do next until she realized she didn’t need to do anything at all.
A wall of pain rose, but it was shattered almost immediately. What lay beyond was a realm of divine pleasure that was so intense it almost made her faint.
“Is this okay?”
“Aye…”
“Thank the gods because ye take it so well, lass.”
“Stop talking!”
Callan’s strong body rolled like a mighty tide, his hips thrusting, every time causing wonder to thunder through her body.
His breath crashed around her, his arms enveloped her.
She was trapped in a prison of lust and desire and it was the most amazing, incredible thing.
Breathlessly she gasped, the world swirling around her, his hands groping, hers clawing, their lips crashing together before they had to part so they could suck in breath again.
Their bodies were sticky. Their flesh sizzled.
Nora felt the pleasure simmer beneath Callan’s flesh until it was ready to boil over.
His breaths became deeper and the movements of his body were harder and faster.
He slammed his fist into the bedsheet beside her and growled like an animal.
She was lost in him, needing him to release everything.
She kissed his cheek and stroked his back, all the way down his spine.
He thrust deep inside her again and again and again until there was a roar and a shudder and the world tilted.
Like a volcano he erupted, boiling and inexorable, and every drip of his desire flowed into her.
She clung on tightly feeling every thrust until he collapsed into a heap over her, spent and empty.
She breathed heavily and curled locks of his hair between her fingers, feeling that now she understood the world a little better, and she understood herself too.
They fell asleep soon after that, listening to the rain and each other’s breathing.
Nora wasn’t filled with regret, which surprised her, nor did she question anything. This felt entirely natural, entirely right. In the hazy sunset of their shared passion she thought to herself, why shouldn’t we make a life together? Why can’t I be happy here?
If Callan was willing to change for her, then she was willing to change as well.
A smile played upon her lips as she closed her weary eyes and let these blissful thoughts carry her to sleep. One thing was for certain, life was never going to be the same after tonight.