It was the least he could do for this gift that lay before him.
Her legs dangled off the bed, smooth as poured milk. The apex of her legs that hid her treasure shimmered like dark heather honey in the candlelight, rich with amber and rose and malt, and would surely taste just as sweet. His cock pulsed at the view she presented.
His eyes continued their upward movement as she breathed heavily under his gaze, panting as much as he was, making her plump breasts jiggle under the exertion. Her nipples, dusky pink in the dim light, peaked, and offered themselves as a succulent meal. Her hood eyes never left his face, watching him with the same intensity as she had when he stood naked in the center of the room.
Her lips formed a perfect bow, and he leaned over her, his hot shaft pressing against her hip, and she quivered at the sensation. She’d called him a horse, and while that was a wild comparison at best, he’d been flattered and didn’t want to frighten her more than she already was.
When he caught her lips with, caressing them with a gentle kiss that demanded every measure of restraint from him, her lips received him and returned the kiss with slow, smoldering movements. Her lips tasted as honeyed as he’d believed they would be. She squeaked when the tip of his tongue pressed forward, invading the warmth of her mouth, giving her a taste of what was to come.
One of his hands lingered on her shoulder, brushing her arm before reaching her full breast that he stroked with his fingertip. The luscious offering of her breasts was too much, and his kisses grazed her neck and chest before reaching her breast. His tongue traced a line of heat over the sweetness of her skin, sweet and salty as the finest mead, and if he could he’d drink on her all night. Her nipple tightened against his palm and he stroked it before replacing his palm with his mouth.
Under his intense licking and sucking, Tosia mewled and squirmed beneath him, as if she were fighting to leave and to get closer to him at the same time. As his tongue lapped at her tremulous skin, his hand slipped between them to explore the uncharted skin between her legs.
She gasped in his ear when his fingers found the cleft between her intimate petals, touching their warm velvet softness, skimming across her quivering thighs. When he moved his finger to rub between her womanly folds at her bud of desire, she arched off the bed. Her fingernails dug into his back, adding to his scars, and his hand became wet under his attentions to her unchartered treasure.
Shifting so his lips found hers, he breathed into her mouth.
“Ye are ready, lass. I am more than ready. I’ve been ready since I’ve met ye. I will be as gentle as I might, and the pain should last but a moment. Your heights will soon follow, this I vow.”
Then he pressed forward in a gentle movement, the pulsing, purplish head of his cock parting her in a slow, nearly-aching thrust. Her sheath accepted him more quickly than he anticipated, and her gasping became a bit-off cry once he embedded himself fully within her.
They were joined, and the quivering motions of her sheath on his iron-hard flesh sucked everything from him. He lost himself in her, kissing her lips and thrusting his hips as deeply into her as he could.
The first few thrusts drew more gasping cries from her, ones he tried to chase away with long kisses and tender licks of his tongue on hers. Soon, her gasps of surprise and ache ebbed, and her breathing changed into puffs and pants against his mouth. They found a steady tempo that bound their bodies together, and soon her hips rose and fell with his, welcoming him into her body.
She murmured his name into his lips until his need for her grew to a crushing crescendo. James closed his eyes as his penetrating desire roiled in his groin and spread to his entire body, a fire catching on kindling and spreading to ignite every part of him. His manhood pulsed and his ballocks clenched against him, and at his moment, he threw his head back, pressing his cock as far into her as he could, spilling his seed and roaring his climax from the deep within his chest.
He remained rooted to his place between her legs, a sensation of belonging and possession as he filled her thighs. His panting slowed, and when he finally opened his eyes, her burning hazel gaze caught him like a snare. Savoring the feeling of spent satisfaction for a moment longer, James dipped his head, kissed her with a light tease of her lips, then withdrew his dripping member to lie next to her on the bed.
His hand yet lingered on her breast, unwilling to fully separate from her. All the angst and rage he’d held inside had spilled with his seed, and for the first time in years, he had a sense of contentment he’d lacked with this woman who was now his.
Tosia’s head turned to the side and her gaze studied him. His fingers played absently with her breast.
“I did no’ hurt ye too badly?” he asked. She shook her head.
“No’ too badly. It ached, to be sure, a shocking and sudden pain, but it faded. ‘Twas replaced with something else. A peculiar sense of fulfillment.”
“I have an odd sense of fulfillment, too, but one borne of contentment,” he told her. “Nary a person has brought that to me in years, mayhap longer. Ye, Tosia, are the calm in my storm that I have so desperately needed.”
She ran her fingers through his shortened, damp hair. “Then perchance we are well met, milord.”
A lazy grin slipped over James’s lips.
“Och, lass. Well met indeed.”
