strokes, lazy strokes, and quick strokes until Fiona moaned, “Not fair.”
His muttered laugh sounded more like a growl and when he nipped at her nipple then took it into his mouth to tease, she knew he had no intentions of playing fair.
But then neither did she. She had no qualms about being adventurous in a game she had never played before. She only knew she wanted to fully participate. She slid her hand over his chest, down his stomach that was warm and hard, and stopped suddenly when he squeezed her breast and suckled her nipple like a man enthralled with the taste of her.
She groaned at the passion stirring in her and her hand inched down slowly until she was able to grasp hold of him. He was silky smooth and rock hard, and he pulsated in her hand. The feel of him empowered her like never before, and she did not want to let go.
She massaged the length of him and he brought his head to rest against hers.
“You know not what you do, lass.”
“Teach me,” she challenged, and rubbed him against her own heat.
He threw back his head and moaned like nothing she had ever heard before, and it fired her blood even more.
“Keep that up and this will be done before it starts,” he managed to say on a quick breath.
She released him, not wanting this time between them to end too soon.
As soon as she did, he moved down between her legs and tasted her, sending her passion soaring while her hands grabbed hold of the pillows and squeezed. She tossed her head from side to side as his tongue did oh-so-deliciously nasty things to her.
She begged him not to stop and he did not; he continued tormenting her until she almost cried from the pleasure he was giving her.
Then he stopped and she whimpered. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and slowly entered her. She was eager for their joining and tried desperately to draw him closer.
“Easy, lass, I do not want this to be painful.”
She glared at him with blazing green eyes. “The pain will be a welcome relief to this torture.”
He laughed. “God love you, Fiona, for being such a passionate woman.”
“Then feed my passion, husband-to-be.”
“You will wed me, then? Of your own free will?”
“Aye, aye,” she cried in surrender, and moved against him. “I love you, Tarr.”
He grabbed hold of her backside and with a careful thrust entered her.
“More,” she pleaded.
He gave her all of him and she reached out.
He leaned down over her and together they joined in a matching rhythm. She latched onto his broad shoulders and moved with a wanton abandonment that pleased her and had him basking in her eager response.
He took her mouth, his tongue mingling, urging, teasing hers, and matched her movements with equal eagerness.
She tore her mouth from his, her breathing quickening as she rose toward climax.
He quickened his pace and she moaned loud and long, and he rode her hard and furious.
It hit her like a giant wave washing over her again and again until she thought she was drowning.
She heard him groan and clasped him tightly to her, the last ripples of pleasure racing through her to slowly recede quietly in the distance.
He rolled off her to lie beside her, his hand reaching out to take hers.
She held firmly to him, needing an anchor, afraid she would drift away with the ripples. It took several minutes before her breathing returned to near normal, then she turned to look at him.
“I had not thought coupling this much fun.”
He laughed and moved to lie on his side, bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. “I am glad you think it is fun. This way you will wish to do it often.”
“Very often,” she said seriously.
“I will make sure of it,” he promised her.
“I will too.”
“Then it is a slew of children we will be having.”
“I will give you as many as you like.”
His smile faded. “You truly wish to wed me, Fiona?”
“Aye,” she said joyously, and planted a wet sloppy kiss on his mouth. “I do.”
“Good, then our children will be conceived of love.”
“Lots and lots of love and we should wed as soon as possible.”
“I agree, but I wish to wed at my residence so that my clan can join in the celebration. Of course, your parents must be present.”
She sat up quickly. “We must inform them of our intentions to wed.”