A Promise in Midwinter (9 page)

“Ye are beautiful,
Wife,” Lachlan purred appreciatively.

He reached out his
hand and cupped Elizabeth’s cheek.  His skin was hot against hers, his touch
aroused the fire within her.  Elizabeth’s heart pounded as Lachlan’s hand
grazed over her neck, inching its way downward.  His fingers traced over her
collarbone, causing gooseflesh to spread over Elizabeth’s arms. 

Still lower his
hand traveled.

His hand traced
the curve of Elizabeth’s full breast.  She gasped as she felt the warmth of his
finger against the under curve of her breast.  Only the thin silk barrier stood
between them.

Elizabeth suddenly
found herself wishing that it was no longer there.

Lachlan smiled
devilishly as he watched his wife respond to his touch.

His hand brushed
over the sensitive skin of her breast again, almost cupping her before trailing
down the gentle curve of her waist and settling on her hip.

“Beautiful,” Lachlan whispered.

He used his hand
on Elizabeth’s hip to pull her towards his chest.

“Open your eyes,
love,” he ordered.

Elizabeth opened
her eyes and looked up at him.  Her eyes had darkened from her desire.

The corner of Lachlan’s mouth turned up into an arrogant smile.  He was pleased that Elizabeth was as
affected by his touch as he knew that he would be by hers.

“Never fear me,
love,” he said as his eyes held contact with hers.  “Revel in the pleasure that
we are able to give to each other.”

“I do not fear
you, Husband,” Elizabeth responded. 

She had spoken the
truth.  Having been emboldened by the feelings of desire that Lachlan had so
easily kindled within her, Elizabeth was no longer afraid.  She was eager to
experience this pleasure that Lachlan spoke of.

“Show me, Lachlan,” she said boldly as she reached her arms up and encircled his neck.  Her fingers
toyed with his hair.  She ripped the leather lacing out that bound his hair at
the base of his skull, wishing it to be free so that she might run her fingers
through it.

“Aye, I will show
ye,” he said with a devilish smile.

He bent towards Elizabeth, his lips hovering just beyond hers.  He could feel her breath against his.  She
smelled sweet, like the mulled wine that she had drank earlier.  He moved
closer still, brushing his lips lightly over hers.

Elizabeth threaded
her fingers through his hair, reveling in the solid feeling of his skull
beneath her fingers.

Lachlan took her
lower lip between his teeth.  He nipped at her playfully, teasing her, expertly
kindling the desire that grew within her.

Feeling his teeth
against her skin drove Elizabeth to madness.  The feeling of desire that was
growing between her thighs pulsed.  She pressed her body against Lachlan’s delighting in how his naked chest felt against her breasts.

Lachlan kissed her
hungrily.  He gathered her in his arms and slid a hand down to clasp her
bottom.  It felt wonderful to touch her beautiful body as he had dreamt of
doing for so long.

Elizabeth could
feel his erection pressed against her belly.  The realization caused the desire
within her to enflame.  She pressed herself against him experimentally,
eliciting a low growl of approval from Lachlan.  He squeezed her bottom in
response and deepened their kiss.  His mouth was hot upon hers, hungry and
needful.

Lachlan slid his
hand up under the fabric of the thin chemise.

Feeling the bare
skin of Elizabeth’s perfect bottom against his hand nearly caused him to spill
his seed.  His cock pulsed against her belly and he knew that he must bury
himself inside of her soon, or the innocent lass would unman him.

Breaking away from
Elizabeth’s mouth, Lachlan eased up the fabric of the thin chemise, watching
as he lifted it to expose Elizabeth’s beautiful body.  The silken fabric glided
over her lush curves, first exposing the auburn curls that shielded her womanhood
and then exposing her full breasts.  Lachlan pulled the chemise up and over Elizabeth’s head, causing her auburn hair to cascade down around her pert breasts.

She stood before
him completely naked and unashamed.

Lachlan let the
chemise fall to the floor.  For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

Elizabeth was
exquisite.

And she belonged
to him.

Her alabaster skin
was completely unmarred.  Her slender waist flared out to perfectly
proportioned hips. And oh, those auburn curls at the junction of her thighs! Lachlan imagined burying his cock deep inside of her and his breath emerged in a shudder.  Elizabeth’s full breasts were tipped with up thrust, rosy pink nipples.  Lachlan longed to
suckle them, hoping that such attentions would drive Elizabeth mad with desire.

“You are
beautiful, Wife,” he said hungrily as he swept Elizabeth up into his arms and
laid her onto the bed.

Elizabeth gasped
at the luxury of the rabbit skin coverlet against her skin.  The fur tickled at
her backside deliciously.  Being trapped beneath the warm muscled wall of Lachlan’s chest and feeling the velvety rabbit fur against the back of her body was
splendid.  Lachlan kissed his way down her neck.

Her heart
thundered in her chest as he placed light kisses over the tops of her breasts. 
Elizabeth writhed against the rabbit skin.  Lachlan’s hand cupped her right
breast.  The sheer pleasure of feeling his hand against her sensitive skin
caused Elizabeth to moan loudly and arch against her husband.

Lachlan opened his
mouth and allowed his heated breath to exhale against the sensitive skin of Elizabeth’s nipple.

Elizabeth needed
something, but she did not know what.  The desire within her had grown until it
nearly consumed her from within.  The feeling of Lachlan’s warm breath against
her nipple was so sensual, so arousing.  Elizabeth knew that she could handle
no more of this sweet torment.

And then Lachlan took her nipple into his mouth.

Elizabeth cried
out in pleasure as she felt the hot, wetness of Lachlan’s mouth against her
nipple.  She arched against him and threaded her fingers through his hair.  She
raked her fingernails over the flesh of his back as she pulled him closer.

Lachlan nipped at
her playfully and Elizabeth cried out his name.

When he began to
suckle her, she thought that surely, she had died and gone to Heaven.  Lachlan worked her breast expertly, circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh of her
areola.  He nipped at her and suckled her, driving her mad with the pleasure
that his mouth brought to her.

Sliding his hand
slowly down the flat plane of Elizabeth’s belly, he lingered there for just a
moment.  His cock ached to be inside of her, surrounded by her tight wetness.  Lachlan had to force himself to slow down.  This would be Elizabeth’s first time and for
that very reason, he needed to make it absolutely perfect.  He would ensure
that she was overcome with pleasure before he entered her.  He would pleasure
his sweet wife first, even if that meant denying the needs of his own body.

Elizabeth writhed
against the rabbit fur blanket.  Her hands were everywhere, raking through Lachlan’s unbound hair and over his expansive shoulders.

Lachlan pleasured
her breast with his mouth.  Ever so slowly, he slid his hand down towards Elizabeth’s heat.  He shuddered when his finger brushed over her auburn curls.  Very
gently, he parted her folds and found the wetness there.

Lachlan tore his
mouth away for Elizabeth’s breast so that he could look upon her as he touched
her for the first time.  He stroked the sensitive skin between her thighs,
relishing the wetness that was there only for him.

Elizabeth’s eyes
were clouded with passion.  Never in her life had she felt a more pleasurable
sensation.  Her mouth hung open in shock as Lachlan touched her
there.
 
His fingers danced over her skin, covering themselves with her slickness.  When
Lachlan’s finger brushed over the bead of her desire, Elizabeth’s eyes closed
and she called out in utter ecstasy. 

“Aye, love,” Lachlan purred.  “Ye feel so good.  Surrender yourself to the feeling.  Let go, Beth,” he
cooed as he continued the sweet torment with his fingers.

His cock bucked
with need as he watched his lovely wife.  She was consumed with passion as she
lay sprawled beneath him on the rabbit skin coverlet.  Lachlan knew that he
could not wait much longer.

He needed to be
inside of her.

Now.

He growled low in
his throat.  He would make sure that she was ready, even if it killed him. 

“Ye feel so good,
Beth,” he whispered as he slid one finger inside of her tight sheath.

Elizabeth gasped
at the unexpected intrusion.  She felt her muscles tighten around Lachlan’s finger.  His thumb brushed expertly over her clitoris and pleasure rippled
through her body, rendering her completely helpless.  Elizabeth moaned as Lachlan began to move his finger.  He withdrew his finger very slowly and she cried out,
arching herself against his hand so that he would not leave her.

Lachlan smiled and
slid his finger back into her wet sheath.

He gritted his
teeth.

He played her
skillfully with his hand, driving his finger gently in and out of her wetness
as he toyed with the nub of her desire.

Elizabeth could no
longer think so undone was she by the pleasure that Lachlan gave.  She panted
and thrashed beneath him.

She wanted more.

She needed
something more!

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt the muscles deep within her begin to tremble.  It was the most delicious,
all consuming feeling.  She felt as though she was on the brink of something
and only needed but a small push from Lachlan.

“Nay, lass,” he
warned.  “Not yet,” he said as he quickly withdrew his finger.

“No!” Elizabeth protested.  Her breathing was ragged.

Lachlan stood from
the bed and removed his kilt.

Elizabeth’s eyes
widened in fear as they settled on Lachlan’s erection.

“Do not fear me,
Beth,” Lachlan purred as he rejoined her on the bed and settled himself between
her thighs.  “Ye were made to fit me,” he reassured her.  “That feeling that
you just had,” he whispered as he trailed kisses over Elizabeth’s neck.  “When
you find out what that feeling yields, I want to be inside of you,” he
whispered, his voice overcome with carnal desire.

Lachlan’s mouth
settled on Elizabeth’s nipple once more.  He suckled her, bringing her back to
the brink of ecstasy.  His cock ached with need to enter her, but he held
back.  He would make sure that Elizabeth was completely ready.

Sliding his finger
down between their feverish bodies, Lachlan found the bead of Elizabeth’s
desire once more.  He circled the nub with his finger, teasing Elizabeth back to the edge of orgasm.  When he was certain that she was ready, he took his
cock in his hand and positioned it at the entrance of her sheath.

He buried his face
in Elizabeth’s hair and drove into her powerfully, ripping through the barrier
that shielded her virginity.

Elizabeth gasped
and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.  Pain reverberated through her
body, slicing through the pleasure and causing her eyes to fly open.  She felt
as though Lachlan had just torn her in half.  She could feel him inside of her,
filling her up so completely that the pain overwhelmed her.

“Shh…love,” Lachlan said as he propped himself up on his elbows.  “The pain will last only for a
moment,” he assured her.

Never before had Lachlan felt such a wonderful pleasure as being buried deep inside of his wife.  She was so
tight and so deliciously wet.  Elizabeth fit him perfectly as if she had been
made just for him.  He fought the instinct to move, to withdraw his cock and sink
deep inside her again.  But he could not, for from the way that Elizabeth’s body had tensed, he knew that he was hurting her.

He hated himself
for hurting her.

Tears spilled
silently down Elizabeth’s cheeks.

Lachlan kissed
them away.  He placed soft kisses on her eyebrows and her eyelids, wishing to
the depths of his soul that he could take her pain away.

“Shh…sweetheart. 
‘Twill feel better in a moment,” he promised.

“Kiss me,” Elizabeth said, her voice shaky.

Lachlan obliged
her and kissed her with aching sweetness.  His kiss told Elizabeth how sorry he
was that he had hurt her.  Lachlan guided her legs apart further, causing Elizabeth to wince as he sunk deeper inside of her.  Lachlan was too big.  He stretched
her to the point that she felt like she was tearing apart.

Lachlan threaded
his fingers through her hair and kissed her tenderly.  Feeling his mouth upon
hers, the spicy and warm taste of his mouth lessened the pain.  Elizabeth felt the fire growing within her again.  Lachlan’s kiss kindled that fire.  His
hand cupped her breast and his thumb grazed over her erect nipple, sending a
ripple of pleasure down Elizabeth’s spine.  Lachlan nibbled at her lower lip
and a delicious surge of ecstasy replaced the sharp pain of his invasion.

Lachlan felt Elizabeth relax.  He deepened their kiss, brushing his tongue against Elizabeth’s.  He
moved experimentally, withdrawing his cock ever so slightly to gauge Elizabeth’s response.  He gritted his teeth.  Elizabeth felt like Heaven.

Every muscle in
his body screamed for him to move.

She arched her
hips against his.

Lachlan smiled
against her mouth.

He withdrew
himself and then plunged into Elizabeth’s wetness, growling as he sank inch by
delicious inch into her.

“Lachlan!” Elizabeth moaned as she clasped her husband’s broad shoulders.  A surge of electricity
shot through Elizabeth’s body, setting her nerve endings afire with passion. 
Her pain had been completely replaced with a pleasure so intense that it curled
her toes.

Lachlan drove into
her gently at first, using his hand on her hip to teach Elizabeth the rhythm of
their love making.  She was a quick study, and when Elizabeth began to arch her
hips up to meet his thrusts, Lachlan thought that he might die from the erotic
pleasure that Elizabeth gave him.  He threw his head back in ecstasy and
increased the cadence of his thrusts.