He didn’t stop at her chest. He continued down her body, stopping here and there to place kisses. Her ribs were ticklish. His touch caused her to jump and laugh. So different from before, when her body had reacted in fear.
She felt his lips pull up in a smile against her skin as he placed his next kiss on her hip bone. She assumed he would circle back up, but he continued down her leg. The kisses above her knee and along her ankle sent a jolt of yearning to her core. The man must know some dark craft to send such intense sensations from one part of her body to another. Finally, after placing a kiss on the arch of her foot, he began kissing his way back up her body, stopping in different places as he made his way up her other leg. This time, instead of moving along her hip, he turned inward.
His large hand gently pushed her legs apart. She hesitated for a second before aiding the movement. He’d already seen her breasts; she didn’t mind that he saw the rest of her.
He was her husband, and it was normal for a man to want a woman.
When his lips touched her heat, she jumped again, this time in surprise. She hadn’t known he would kiss her there. She wished she had asked Kenna and the other women for more details, but sharing her inadequacies meant admitting she’d never been a true wife.
Another moan escaped her as he stroked his tongue over her. Slowly, he slid one thick finger inside her, and she shifted closer, needing something she had no words for.
As when she was afraid, her body moved without her telling it to. She writhed and tensed as he continued touching her, building her up for…something.
“Let go, Mari. It’s fine. It’s good, I promise ye.”
She couldn’t catch her breath or quiet her sounds. When he curved his finger just the slightest bit, he touched a place that shattered her. She cried out and gripped the blanket under her as her body throbbed and convulsed in the most blissful way.
He didn’t stop his touches, so the pulses continued on and on until she was limp and wrecked. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d moved over her until she opened her eyes to see him smiling above her.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
Right. She was supposed to tell him if she liked something.
She nodded in wonder. “Yes. I— I did. Most definitely. Very much.”
He laughed, but she wasn’t bothered. He seemed so happy, she didn’t mind.
“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath before we continue.”
Continue? She could barely move. Though she did feel better when he slid to his side and began trailing his fingers over her sensitized body. She loved his touch.
Then she realized he was the one doing all the touching. Surely she should be touching him back? She shifted to her side, as well, and reached out, placing her hand against his chest. The heat of his skin warmed her palm as she stroked down and across his stomach, following the path of hair that started at his navel and moved toward the thicket between his legs. At first she avoided his cock, not sure what to do with it. As if it had a mind of its own, it lurched out, touching her hand.
She laughed and looked up at him. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Nay. The wee beast does tricks to gain attention.”
She shook her head. “I’d certainly not call him wee.” She bit her lip, wondering how this would possibly fit inside her. “He’s terribly imposing.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and frowned at the width. Her fingers barely touched around it.
Just as she was about to tell him it wouldn’t work, he groaned and placed his hand over hers, guiding her in the way he liked to be touched. Once she’d gotten the way of it, he released her to her own rhythm.
A powerful force came over her as she controlled his pleasure. Seeing him close his eyes and toss his head in the same sweet sensations she’d felt caused her body to rouse again.
Perhaps men were not so different from women when it came to pleasure. Following that logic, she bent to kiss his nipple, flicking her tongue as he’d done to her.
“Christ.” He pulled her hand away and she jumped back.
“I’m sorry!” She was quick to apologize out of habit.
He kept his eyes closed and shook his head. “Don’t apologize, lass. You did nothing wrong. It just feels so damn good. I don’t want it to be over too soon. There’s more I wish to show you.”
She wanted to tell him it was fine. What she’d had already was enough, but touching him made her yearn for the more he spoke of.
She pressed closer to kiss him.
With his hands around her waist, he lifted her on top of him so her legs straddled his sides. His manhood rested in the cleft between her legs, and she couldn’t stop herself from pressing against it.
The moisture from her body covered his as she slid against him.
“God, Mari,” he groaned. “I need to be inside ye.”
She agreed but didn’t know how to go about such a thing. She’d always been told she would be on her back and her husband would lie atop her. This arrangement, with her on top, was not expected.
She moved to one side, but he stayed her with his hands on her hips.
“Nay. We’ll do it like this the first time. That way you can control it. You’ve not had near enough control over what happens to
