He held her tightly, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of her hair, the Celtic pendant pressing into her collarbone as he kissed her temple.
“You gave me a life worth living, Isla. Now, let me give you a home worth loving,” he murmured.
“Aye, I can do that,” she whispered.
“Let us celebrate this Christmas night and this grand, wild future that awaits us.”
“I will show ye just how wild I can be,” she purred into his ear.
He lifted her into his arms effortlessly once more, this time carrying her the few steps to their freshly made bed. He set her down gently, placing her head on a fluffy pillow. He leaned down over her, hovering carefully over her body so as not to press on her. He traced the line of her jaw with a thumb. The subtle, erotic gesture was amplified by the quiet that hung in the room, the peacefulness making Isla even more voracious for him.
She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, not wanting to focus on anything else. The tension that had been crackling between them all day shattered. She didn’t need to ask what he wanted. The question and the answer were both mirrored in his searing gaze as he looked down on her.
“Are you sure it is all right that we make love so often? Will we hurt the child?” He asked seriously. “I do not want to take a risk.”
“It is perfectly safe,” Isla purred into his ear. “I promise. I need ye, Ben. I think the bairn will suffer if I daenae get what I need.”
He lowered his head then with a nod, and the kiss slow, deliberate. It was a soft ignition that quickly became a consuming warmth that pooled between her legs as he drove his tongue in and out of her mouth, exploring her. She pulled away and nibbled on his bottom lip playfully, the hairs of his beard tickling her chin. His hands moved from her face to the small of her back, pulling her closer until no sliver of air separated them.
She wrapped her legs around him and used her strength to pull him closer. In a sudden rush, she whirled her body to flip him. She pushed him onto his back, straddling him, her long, dark blonde hair swirling down her body.
“You are a wild one, Isla,” he rasped as he bucked his hips up, pawing hungrily at her clothes.
She raised her chemise over her head. The sheer hardness of him pressing on her made her feel confident, beautiful, and ethereal.
“I need to taste ye,” Isla said as she rolled her hips over him. “Can I taste ye?”
“Oh, Isla,” he moaned. “Now.”
“Say yes, Yer Grace,” she whispered as she rolled her hips harder into him. “Say please.”
“Take control. Show me how much you want this. I will reward you tenfold.”
“Say please, Ben,” she repeated.
“Please.”
“Good lad,” she purred.
A gasp escaped her lips at the thought of his hard cock in her mouth for the first time, and she bent over toward him to kiss his lips once more. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, the scent of his cologne and the clean, subtle musk of his skin intoxicating.
Time itself seemed to warp, stretching out as she savored each second. Every touch on his skin, every pressure that she felt, every sigh resonated with a feeling she had only ever dreamed of.
She lowered herself down, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kisses down his broad chest to his tight abs. He bucked his hips forward, pushing her down. She pulled down his breeches, and the sheer force of his wanting was revealed. She shimmied down further and tentatively lowered her head onto his throbbing cock.
How will this fit in me mouth?She wondered, suddenly nervous at the thought of seeing it through.
“I havenae done this before,” she said shyly then. “Ye will have to tell me what to do…”
He gently rubbed the back of her neck and pushed her mouth down onto his hard cock, using his other hand to stroke the base. She licked her lips and slid her mouth down his hard length, surprised at how much she enjoyed the sensation. He bucked his hips up, out of reflex, Isla assumed, causing her to gag slightly.
“Relax,” he said through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how good this feels.”
With his encouragement and the hardening of his cock in her mouth, she pressed on. She moved her mouth up and down, sucking deep and swirling her tongue to bring him over the edge. She picked up her pace, using her hands as well and grabbing his impossibly tight, heavy balls.
“Ahhh, Isla,” he grunted. “Slower. I do not want to… good girl. How have we waited so long to do this?”
Instead of going slower, Isla defied him entirely. She moved her mouth up and down, taking him deep into her throat. Suddenly, she felt a warm, hot sensation pool in her mouth as she swallowed him deep.
