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“And I love you, M’Laird,” she answered.
“You know that you must submit to your husband?” Fergus asked, his eyes twinkling. “In all things? Especially in the bedroom?”
“I do, M’Laird,” Grace replied meekly, trying not to giggle.”
“Take your clothes off,” Fergus ordered huskily. “I can’t wait to see you.”
Grace smiled and began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, her eyes never leaving his. She watched as Fergus began to open the buttons of his shirt too, then he unbuckled his belt and let his plaid slip to the floor. He was standing naked in front of her, but as she instinctively looked down, he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face up, so that she was looking at him again.
“Not yet,” he said as he shook his head and gave her a mischievous smile. “You must be naked too, wife.”
Grace giggled, but made no objection as he unfastened the rest of her buttons, then untied her arisaid and kirtle before throwing them onto the floor. He disposed of the rest of her clothing in frantic haste, then stood back to admire her.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he whispered, as he took in the perfect globes of her breasts with their peaked rosy tips and her tiny waist that flared out into curving hips. Her legs were long and shapely, and the little thatch of golden hair between them made him want to crush her into his arms and have her at once. However, he knew that she was still innocent, and he wanted to do what was right for her. He was determined that her first time should be glorious.
Grace gasped as she looked down at the firm, rampant piece of flesh pointing towards her. She swallowed and tentatively put out a hand to touch it, then grasped it firmly. She was surprised to find that the skin on top was velvet-soft, but underneath there was a leathery hardness. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt.
She looked up at Fergus and saw that his eyes were shut tightly, his lips clamped shut as if in pain. Immediately, Grace removed her hand and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “Did I hurt you?”
He chuckled softly. “No, sweetheart, you definitely did not hurt me. But if you go on touching me like that, I won’t be able to give you the pleasure I want you to have.”
“You will have to teach me all of this,” Grace said. She was embarrassed. Crissy had told her what to expect physically, but she could not tell her how she wouldfeel.
Fergus kissed her softly, then lifted her up and placed her tenderly on the bed. He knelt for a few moments so that he could feast his eyes on her, in all her glorious nakedness.
At the same time, Grace was examining the magnificent body of her husband. He was not as powerfully built as many men she had seen, but he was wiry and lithe as a cat, without an ounce of spare fat anywhere. She had seen him running after a big, powerful dog one day, and she knew that he could manage a healthy turn of speed. In fact, the biggest muscles on his body were on his thighs.
They looked at each other for a long time, then Grace said huskily: “I think I have waited long enough, husband. I demand satisfaction. Now!”
“Your wish is my command.” Fergus chuckled before he drew Grace into his arms.
Grace sighed as she felt his flesh touch hers for the first time. It was nothing like what she had expected; the dusting of hair on his chest rasped against her palms, making them tingle. He smelled of heather, woodsmoke and his own indefinable musk, and as she breathed it in, she realized that she was becoming hot and moist in her secret place. She was so, so ready for him.
Fergus kissed her softly on the lips, then he pressed tiny kisses down the length of her neck and moved down to her breasts, seeking out her rosy peaks. He worshiped each one, circling his tongue around it before nibbling and suckling it, while Grace’s fingers plunged into the thick mass of his hair as she moaned with pleasure.
Grace had never imagined that such feelings were possible as she arched her hips off the bed and felt the hard shaft of Fergus’s manhood pressing against her belly.
He kissed her again, and this time she responded with equal fervor as she thrust her tongue inside his mouth, challenging it to a sensual duel with his. Fergus growled deep in his throat and cupped both of her breasts in his big hands, kneading and teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
Presently, he kissed his way down her stomach, pausing at her navel, which he teased with the tip of his tongue, making her giggle at the ticklish sensation.
Then Fergus did something utterly shocking. He spread her legs and moved his tongue to the sensitive nub of flesh at her core, gently nibbling and licking it before he swept his tongue through her soft wet folds, making her raise her hips off the bed in a movement over which she had no control.
She cried out as she felt one of his fingers entering her, then another, the way he had done before, and as both moved slowly in and out of her, she felt herself stretching. At first, it was slightly painful, but then she became accustomed to it and moaned with pleasure. God, this was wonderful. When Fergus took his fingers out, she moaned a little in protest, but his response was to kiss her passionately and whisper: “the best is yet to come, Grace.”
Grace felt the tip of his manhood nudge her entrance.
“Ready, Grace?” Fergus asked softly.
“Yes, Fergus,” she murmured as she surrendered herself to him.
Fergus held her gaze as he pushed into her, a little at a time, loving the feel of her warm wet flesh closing around him, watching her eyes widen as he filled her. Suddenly she scrunched up her face in pain, and he stopped moving. His every instinct was to push on and fulfill his body’s wish to spill his seed inside her, but he paused, even though it took every ounce of willpower he possessed.
Slowly, Grace opened her eyes, then sighed and smiled. “Go on,” she whispered. She felt Fergus sheath himself inside her, filling her completely, then he began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster. All the while she moved in rhythm with him, loving the friction of his hard man’s body against hers.
Then she felt something strange but delightful happening. It was as though she was trying to climb a steep hill, whose summit seemed to be unreachable. Yet, the more she felt Fergus push into her, the closer it became, then she was there at the peak, and her world exploded into an almost unbearable ecstasy. She screamed.
