again, but now hummed, and he swore he could feel those vibrations in his bollocks. “Like what?”
So she was curious, eh? “Well, ye being on top gives ye the power and control, so this is a good start. A good orgasm ahead of time loosens up yer muscles, makes ye more able to accommodate a cock.” As he spoke, his fingertips were brushing against her curls, featherlight caresses which caused her to slowly relax atop him. “I would’ve used my tongue on ye here.
As his finger found the nub of her pleasure, hidden in her curls right above where he was sheathed inside her, she moaned again and flexed around his cock.
He did his best not to move, but ‘twas one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do.
“So ye’re an expert in this sort of thing?” she gasped, obviously trying out the smaller movements now that she’d relaxed.
“Fooking virgins?” His whisper was harsh.
“Fooking virgins in this bed.”
“Nay. I’ve never seen the need to face the fear and tears.”
Even as he spoke, he stroked her until she was gyrating—smaller movements this time, but obviously enjoying herself—once more. “I see,” she gasped, “And now that ye have had a woman in this bed? A virgin?”
He chuckled at the sound of her pique, even in the midst of her desire. “Och, lass, I havenae ‘had’ ye yet. Believe me, when I do, ye’ll ken it.”
She took a deep breath, then slowly—ever so slowly—leaned forward until the brush of her fingertips on his shoulders became a solid pressure, and soon she was leaning against him, taking her weight on her knees and hands.
“Well, Kiergan?” she whispered, challenge in her voice. “What are ye waiting for?”
St. Columba’s sacred tit, he could get used to this!
Chuckling, he focused on her pleasure and lifted his other hand to stroke up her side to her breasts. “Lass, in this position, the pleasure is entirely up to ye. Ride me. Use my cock however ye desire. Fook me.”
Mayhap ‘twas his language—the type reserved for the whores down in the village—but she gave a groan and moved against him. That small moment became another, then another. She started slow, lifting herself off his cock, then slowly sinking back down, and Kiergan thought he might die from the pleasure.
But he knew this wasn’t about him. For whatever reason, Davina MacKinnon had played a particular part with him in front of their families but had chosen him to be her first lover. She’d gone through a lot of trouble sneaking through the secret passages and finding his room.
The least he could do was make sure she would enjoy it.
So he kept stroking and murmuring, and when her tits got close enough, he closed his lips around one nipple and showed her how to move against him. She rode him, aye, finding her rhythm in the most delightful way. And each time she lowered herself, sheathing him wonderfully inside her, she moaned.
Soon her moans were coming closer together, and Kiergan couldn’t control his own panting. He grasped her hips, showing her how to ride him, and as she took more weight on her knees so she could control her movements, he braced his feet against the mattress and experimented with small thrusts.
Judging from the way she called his name in a desperate-sounding whisper, she didn’t mind at all.
“Love, let me help ye,” he implored in a murmur.
“God love me, aye, Kiergan! Please!” she panted.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
He thrust into her, thrilled by how quickly she seemed to grasp the mechanics of the situation, shifting her hands to the mattress to support herself as they made the entire bed shake. Each time he thrust upward, she met him with a little mewling sound, until they were both panting and desperate.
Suddenly, she froze. “Oh, blessed Virgin,” she whispered hoarsely, and he felt her inner muscles tightening around him.
“Aye, that’s it, lass,” he murmured soothingly, still bucking underneath her, but this time, reaching between them to stroke her wetness with two fingers.
‘Twas apparently all she’d needed, because she suddenly jerked atop him, then again, then sat back suddenly, her knees clamping down hard on his hips as her core spasmed around him.
“Kiergan,” she murmured, and in the shadows, he saw her head fall back as she orgasmed.
He stroked softly, his pelvis still thrusting upward helplessly. St. Columba help him, but he wanted to spill his seed deep inside her. He wanted to mark her as his.
She was coming around