herself from bucking completely off the surface. He fluttered over a sensitive knot of flesh that made her cry out, swirling around it and then suckling gently, bringing her just to the brink of rapture before pulling back and starting all over again.
He tormented her this way, over and over, her thighs shaking, breaths rapid, until finally he didn’t pull back but took her right over the edge. Jenny cried out, hands letting go of the cot and thrusting into his hair as she tugged him closer, then pushed him away, and then tugged him closer again.
Toran didn’t pause to let her come down from her climax but instead divested himself of his plaid in record time and settled the heat of his body between her thighs. He gripped his shaft, sliding the tip over her still-quivering, wet flesh before notching himself at her entrance. Her knees fell open in response.
“Are ye certain ye want this?” he said gruffly.
“Aye. Please.”
“There is no going back.”
“I have no intention of going back.”
Toran groaned and thrust forward. A sharp pain took away the pulses of pleasure, and she stiffened, widened eyes going to his.
“I’m sorry,” he crooned.
She tried to shift away, the invasion uncomfortable, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. When she’d touched him before, she’d known there would be no room for him, and here he’d gone and proved it to her.
Toran leaned down slowly, his body still embedded in hers, and kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes. “I didna want to hurt ye. It will ease soon, I promise, and then I’ll make ye see stars again. I swear it.”
Jenny nodded, though she wasn’t certain she should believe him. The sting of his entrance made her entire middle feel awkward and achy. He kissed her then, gently at first and then more insistently, his tongue sliding into her mouth to dance with hers. Soon she forgot about the pain, only wanting to kiss him more.
He stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then he slid a hand between their joined bodies to stroke over that nub of flesh that had come to life when he’d touched it with his tongue. To her surprise and delight, pleasure jolted her again. The ache of him taking her maidenhead was completely gone, and she was instead filled with a heady need for movement. She shifted her hips beneath him, moaning at how good it felt, and so she repeated the motion.
“Are ye all right?” he murmured against her ear, biting the lobe gently and then kissing his way down her neck to her breast.
“Aye. Quite.”
“Good.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he slowly withdrew and then entered her once more.
Jenny moaned, her hands stroking over Toran’s chest, his hips, until she reached around boldly to grip his buttocks and tug him closer. Moments ago, she’d not have thought making love could feel so good, but Toran was more than proving her wrong.
With a slow and measured pace, he withdrew and thrust, his pelvis rocking against hers, his mouth on hers, or her neck or her breasts. He never stayed anywhere too long, and she could barely think because of it. Her body sang with pleasure, erupting in climax once, then twice. He picked up his pace, owning every bit of her body as he drove deep inside her. And Jenny let him, wanted him, reveled in his body plunging into hers and the pleasure coursing through her limbs.
He let out a roar, his trembling arms braced on either side of her, every muscle tightening, and then he withdrew, warm slickness pooling on her belly rather than inside. She knew that look, that sound, that feeling. He’d taken his pleasure, as surely as she’d given it.
Jenny cupped his face as he stared down at her. “That was incredible,” she murmured. “Thank ye.”
“Och, lass, I have only ye to thank.” He leaned over the side of the bed, took up his shirt, and tore off a sleeve, using it to wipe away the pool of seed on her belly and the wetness between her thighs. When she asked why he didn’t spend inside her, he explained that to do so would bring about a child, and now was not the time. “All clean,” he murmured. “For now.”
She giggled. “I look forward to ye making a mess of me again.”
* * *
Jenny woke with a start, having fallen briefly back to