Then he tangled his hand in my hair, holding me still as he kissed me. But this was no ordinary kiss, because it was more than just a meeting of lips, a tangle of tongues. It was energy and power and heat, flesh and spirit, as if our joining was on this plane and the other.
Then thought was swept away, becoming pure bliss on all levels. His movements became more frantic, and my body shook under the assault. The tightness built up inside me, radiating out to the very tips of my toes and fingers, until it felt as if my body was ready to explode and my mind about to fracture.
Then everything did explode, and I was shuddering, shaking, not only with the force of my orgasm but the sheer intensity of sensation rolling through me on that other plane. A heartbeat later, an animal roar was torn from his throat as he came so very deep inside me.
For several minutes neither of us moved. He kept his weight off me, but his forehead rested against mine and his breath washed my face. It was a pleasant sensation that did little to cool the heat still lingering in my flesh.
Mom was right. The sex didn't live up to the promise of the kiss, but it was still as far away from functional as you could get.
He sighed and moved enough to claim my lips, our kiss soft and sweet. Then he shifted to one side and gathered me close.
"I should go down and turn the stew off," he said, running his finger lightly down my cheek. His eyes still burned with unchecked desire. "But that would involve moving from this bed and, right now, I have no desire to do so."
I said teasingly, "Don't tell me you're tired already. What happened to that legendary Aedh stamina I heard so much about?"
He chuckled softly and kissed my nose, then tucked his leg over my hip and pressed me closer. He was already rampant, and my pulse rate skipped then raced.
"There's nothing wrong with my stamina, young lady, and I shall prove it to you if you wish."
"Please do," I murmured and shifted a little, allowing him to slip inside again.
He chuckled softly. "I think we are in for a very long, very delightful afternoon."
"Only if you stop talking and get down to business," I said, voice husky as desire began to flare again.
He did stop talking at that point.
And it was a very long, very delightful afternoon.