Besieged

He began to stroke her breasts and belly. Waves of heat again coursed through her body. There was a distinct tingling in that forbidden spot between her legs. Unable to help herself she squirmed slightly. He smiled knowingly, putting his hand upon her Venus mont, and pressing down. A bolt of sensation shot through her. A single finger began to run up and down the shadowed gash between her nether lips. She could feel the moisture beginning to ooze from between those fleshy folds as his finger glided back and forth.

'You will be ready soon, sweetheart,' he murmured against her mouth. He was as hard as granite now, his male member throbbing with excitement and anticipation.

'Do what you did before,' Fortune begged him. 'Please!'

'Little wanton,' he laughed, and then he pushed his finger between her nether lips to find her love button.

Fortune gasped with pleasure as he attained his goal. This was what she had wanted. Not the caressing, but the excitement of her own lust. 'Ohhh, yes!' she cried to him. 'Don't stop, Kieran! Don't stop!'

He had no intention of stopping. He played with the sentient nub of flesh, exciting it, rousing it, making her squirm with her own rising passions. Her lust boiled over once, but he did not cease the sweet torture until she was whimpering with another burst of delight. It was then he growled into her ear, 'Open yourself for me, Fortune!'

'Not yet,' she pleaded, wanting more.

'Now!' his voice said harshly as he forced a knee between her thighs, levering them open. 'Now, you honied little bitch, before I explode with my desire for you!' Reaching down he positioned himself, and then with two fingers he pinched her love button hard, sending Fortune into a paroxysm of pleasure. At that moment he plunged deep into her eager body, feeling her maidenhead explode with the force of his fierce thrust, hearing her astonished intake of breath.

'Ahhhh!' she gasped. His initial entry had been painful, but now the pain was quickly gone. She became awakened to his possession of her. Her first reaction was to be frightened, but then she was acutely aware of how he filled her. It was so natural. So perfect. She sighed deeply, her arms wrapping themselves about him.

'Look at me,' he commanded her.

She opened her eyes and stared into his which were so filled with his love and his passion that she was near to weeping. 'I love you, Fortune,' he told her once again. 'I love you!' Then he began to move within her. With each stroke of his love lance she became more and more conscious of a new pleasure that was rising within her, reaching up to claim her very soul. Her gaze locked itself on his until the intensity of her emotions was so great that her eyes closed of their own volition, and for the first time in her life Fortune soared among the stars.

He drove deeper and deeper into the sweetness of her. Her fingers dug strongly into the flesh of his muscled shoulders. 'Please! Please!' she said huskily, and he understood the delights she was experiencing because he was savoring those same delights as their bodies, one now, peaked together in a fierce firestorm of satisfied passion.

'Kieran! Ahh, 'tis sweet, my darling! Sweet!' Fortune cried as she was swept up in a maelstrom, and then hurtled down into a pool of warm darkness.

His hunger burst, flooding her secret garden with his juices as he collapsed upon her lush body. He could scarce catch his breath, but he quickly realized his weight on her was much too much, and rolled from her. He lay gasping, feeling the moisture from his exertions oozing from every pore of his body. As his heart slowed he heard it. A soft weeping. Stricken he turned toward her. 'Fortune? What is it, sweetheart? Why do you weep? Have I hurt you?' He was a beast! he thought. So wrapped up in his own pleasure he hadn't even considered her. He gathered her into his arms. 'What is it, lambkin? Tell me!'

'I am so happy,' she wailed, and wept all over his smooth chest. 'I have never been happier in all my life, Kieran!' she sobbed. 'You were so worth waiting for, my love. I didn't think love would ever find me. When I met your brother, and knew almost at once he wasn't the one, and thought I might have to take him because it was expected…' A fresh flow of tears poured forth from her blue-green eyes.

He wanted to laugh at her innocent confession. He wanted to shout with joy at it. Instead he held her tightly. 'I didn't think love would find me either, Fortune, but then I saw you, and knew I could not let Willy have you. I would have stolen you away in the manner of my Celtic ancestors if you had chosen him. You are mine! You always were, and you always will be. Now, cease your weeping, my love, and kiss me,' he told her, turning her to face him.

Their lips met in an almost desperate embrace. Then drawing away from him she said candidly, 'Can we have each other again tonight?'

He nodded. 'Aye, but let me rest awhile, and you also, my darling. I have much more to show you, and to teach you, Fortune. I hope you will not be disappointed.'

'I want to know how to pleasure you,' she said. Then she climbed from their bed, and padded across the bedchamber to where a silver ewer had been set next to a small pile of soft cloths. Bringing them back to the bedside she set them down, and first washed herself, then bathed his manhood carefully. 'Mama calls these love cloths. She says it is advisable to bathe after each encounter with passion because then we are ready for more.'

He had never heard of such a thing, but it seemed quite sensible to him, and he certainly had no objection to the procedure. 'I like it,' he said. 'Will you always care for me so tenderly, Fortune?' He reached up, and fondled her breast, rubbing the nipple with the pad of his thumb.

'Aye,' she said, carefully putting the basin and cloths aside, then climbing back into their bed atop him. His two hands began to caress her two small round breasts. Fortune clasped him between her two milky thighs as she would her gelding. 'I can ride you, sir, even as I do Thunder. Will you prove as lusty a mount?' she teased him, almost purring as he squeezed her breasts. She arched away from him, and his hands glided down her torso, sliding around beneath her bottom to fondle it suggestively. 'Ohh!' she squealed, and wiggled herself against his outspread palms.

He chuckled, and looked up at her, his eyes twinkling. 'So, you're not afraid of my lust, my beautiful wife.' His strong fingers kneaded her flesh. He could feel his love lance hardening with each of her very provocative movements. She had wondered if they could make love again tonight. He now wondered if he could stop. He had never known such desire for a woman as he had for Fortune. Usually his lust was easily satisfied with one good tumble, but not with his young bride.

She could feel the throbbing of him, and raising herself above his manhood she slowly lowered herself onto it, a gusty sigh escaping her as she couched his lance entirely. He groaned, and pulling her forward so he might kiss her again began to move rhythmically within her. Their lips tasted each other. Their hearts beat frantically. 'Oh, God!' Fortune cried desperately as he drove once again with unrelenting insistence until the stars were exploding within her head, behind her eyes, and in her very heart.

'Fortune, my love!' he cried out as his desire peaked once more, his arms tightening about her as she yielded herself to him again.

And afterwards as they lay together, fingers entwined, he insisted that she sleep for a time. 'You are so fierce a lover, my darling,' he told her, 'but you must rest, and so must I.'

'Yes, sir, my lord husband,' Fortune replied sweetly, sated, and replete with her contentment. 'But can we please do it again when we awake? Kieran? Why are you laughing? Have I said something amusing?'

He somehow managed to restrain his mirth. 'Are all the women in your family this passionate, Fortune?'

'Isn't passion with your husband a good thing?' Her look was honestly questioning.