heart.
She had never seen a man without his clothing before. She opened her mouth, but did not know what to say. Cormac’s smile turned somewhat sheepish. “I’ll be gentle with ye, of course.” He hesitated. “And if ye’ve changed yer mind…”
“Nay,” she said quickly. “I want you. I want this. I’ve just never…seen a man…” Her speech faltered, and a blush heated through her.
He nodded, evidently expecting such a response, and stepped closer. “I’m hard where ye’re soft.” He ran his hand over his length, then shifted to brush his fingers between her thighs where her core still quivered from the force of her release. “We’re made to fit together, ye and I.”
She gazed up at him and tentatively reached for the unfamiliar bit of male flesh. He watched her as her fingertips explored him.
The skin was exquisitely smooth, like hot silk. But beneath, he was hard as stone, all except the tip, which was spongy and made him hiss in a breath as she explored. His muscles were tense as she stroked his length, and she considered the ways he had thus far brought her pleasure.
Gauging his reaction, she squeezed lightly. An exhale shuttered from between his teeth. Aye, he liked it. The same as she had enjoyed his ministrations.
Encouraged, she leaned forward, keeping her stare on him and extended her tongue to lick the swollen tip delicately.
Cormac stiffened at the touch of Isolde’s tongue to his prick.
She immediately backed away. “Do you not like it?”
Cormac opened his mouth, but only a little croak uttered out.
“Have I hurt you?” she gasped.
He shook his head.
The fear on her face melted into a coquettish smile. “You liked it?”
He cleared his inoperative throat. “I dinna expect…”
“I enjoyed what you did to me.” A pretty blush crept over her cheeks. “I want to please you too.”
She leaned forward once more and looked up at him. He dragged in a slow breath and nodded.
Her small tongue flicked out over the tip of his cock once more. His ballocks tightened at the sweet pleasure. God’s teeth.
She licked the underside next, tracing him up from the root.
He made a fist with his hand and squeezed to maintain control. “Ye can suck it,” he offered. Realizing how foolish the instruction sounded, he added, “if ye like.”
She gave him a wicked little grin and parted her lips over him. Her warm breath bathed over his impossibly sensitive skin before she drew him into her hot mouth and suckled.
It was too much. If she did much more, he would lose his seed right then.
“Stop,” he groaned, pulling himself free of her sensual mouth.
“Have I done it wrong?” She bit her lower lip.
He wanted to pull that lower lip free and slide his cock back into the hot, sweet temptation of her mouth. “Ye did it exactly right. Too good.” He shook his head, unable to put the thoughts together to explain himself properly. “I want ye.”
She took his hand and lay back on the bed, pulling him with her. Her breasts rose high and round on her chest. A bruise showed like a shadow on her ribs. Not as dark as the one on her arm, but enough to make him move with extreme care over the top of her, lest her injuries were greater than she let on.
She spread her legs to cradle his pelvis against hers, her center open for him, pink and glistening with evidence of her desire. He braced himself over her with one arm and used his free hand to guide his prick toward her damp center. She arched her hips upward with desperate eagerness.
But while he had never lain with a virgin before, he knew the first time brought some pain. Loathing the thought of hurting her, he nudged the very tip of himself inside her and hesitated.
Isolde sighed with longing. “Aye.”
“It may hurt,” he cautioned.
“It couldn’t possibly.” She writhed under him. “Not when everything feels so good.”
He eased deeper in, pushing against the resistance of her tightness, having to use more effort than he wanted. Even the scant inch of him within her was enough to make his body tremble. Everything in him demanded he shove inside her and take her.
But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not at the cost of her discomfort.
He released his prick and braced himself on the other side of her, framing his arms over her while every muscle in his body shook with forced control.
“Please.” She whimpered with impatience. “Do it now. I can withstand pain.”
“I dinna want