Shipwrecked (19 page)

Anna reached up
and put her had behind Rowan’s neck, drawing him closer. Her lips brushed
tentatively across his, searching, prodding for a response.  Rowan encircled
her with his arms, and hovered mere millimeters from her lips, breathing
heavily with his desire to claim her.  Anna kissed him boldly, pulling him
towards her, and opening her mouth wantonly in invitation.  Rowan’s lips
settled on hers, claiming her as his own, kissing her tenderly and savoring her
sweet taste.

“I don’t ever want
you to doubt that I choose you, Rowan.  I love you,” her eyes were intense as
they implored him to believe her statement.  “I want you more than I’ve ever
wanted anything in my life,” she confessed.

Rowan exhaled
slowly, “I love ye so much that it pains me,” he whispered, resting his
forehead against hers in defeat.  “I just pray that I havena led ye intae
danger,” he drawled, feeling guilty for asking Anna to give up so much at his
expense.

“Look at me,
Rowan,” Anna demanded, eyebrows scrunched together.

His eyes lifted to
meet hers, questioning.

“I love you.  I
don’t want you to ever doubt that or ever feel that you are not worthy of my
love.  You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she said eyes
intense as she regarded him, looking for her statement to register in his eyes.

“Oh, Anna,” he
whispered as he brought the back of his hand up to caress her cheek.  “I plan
tae work every day tae be worthy of ye, tae give ye everything that I might,
and tae make ye happy.”

“I
am
happy,”
Anna assured him, smiling up at him reassuringly.  “I’d follow you anywhere.  I
don’t care if we never have a place to live or a penny to our names.  I just
want you,” she confessed, reaching up on her tippy toes and capturing his lips
in a seductive kiss.

“God how I love
ye, woman,” he growled, kissing her back with fervor.  His hands were on the
laces of her gown, and he tugged them free, loosening her dress with his need
to feel her skin beneath his fingers.  “Will ye try out the loch with me?” he
asked breathlessly, eyebrows raised in invitation.

Anna giggled shyly
in response as she shrugged out of her dress and began to ruck Rowan’s shirt up
over his head.

“I’ll take that as
a yes?” he asked teasingly as he began to unlace his pants.

“Yes,” Anna
giggled as she tossed his shirt to the ground and her fingers trailed
deliciously over his flat stomach and taught abdominals.

Her fingers
splayed across his massive chest, delighting in the feel of warm muscle beneath
her fingertips.  She bit her lower lip as her fingers moved up, exploring
Rowan’s shoulders and his biceps.  Oh how she wanted him, and color flushed her
face as she thought about just how she wanted him, deep, deep inside of her.

Reading the desire
that was evident on her face, Rowan kicked off his pants and backed away from
Anna, stepping into the cool water of the pond.  He arched an eyebrow in invitation,
and Anna reached for his hand, following him into the chilly water of the pond.
 It was dusk now, and the water caused goose bumps to break out on her skin. 
Anna walked out into the water until it lapped at her waist, never breaking eye
contact with her husband.

Seeing Anna’s pink
nipples peak with the chill, hardening in response to the cool water, made
Rowan’s erection ache with the need to be inside of her again.  He wanted to
kiss her breasts, taste them, and torment her perfect nipples with his mouth. 

“I doona think
that I’ll ever get my fill of ye,” he avowed as he pulled Anna against his
chest and kissed her tenderly on the lips. 

Her body felt warm
in contrast to the chill of the pond water, and his erection pulsed against her
belly as he drew her close.

Anna looked at him
with love in her eyes, and traced the line of his jaw, then trailed her hand
over the goose flesh that covered his chest.  Her fingers flitted lightly over
his abdominals and down his side to his buttocks beneath the water.

Rowan shuddered in
response to her touch, wondering if his need for her would ever be satiated. 
He reached out his fingers and traced the line of her side, running up the
gently curve of her belly to the swell of her full breasts.  He brought his
lips down to capture her nipple, and Anna melted against him as he took the
rigid peak into his mouth.  He cupped her bottom and pulled her against him as
he suckled her breast, teasing her chilled nipple with the warmth of his
mouth. 

He broke away
suddenly, wild with his desire to sheath himself inside of her.

Voice trembling,
he held her at arms length and regarded her sternly.  “Ye canna lie tae me,
Anna.  Tell me if ye are tae sore tae handle me again,” he asked tenderly,
voice heavy with concern.

“I…um…I’ll be
alright,” Anna said shyly, unwilling to hold his gaze.

“Are ye sore from
last night?” Rowan insisted, eyebrows knit together with worry.   “I’ll no
abuse ye tae find my pleasure,” he insisted.

“I am a little
sore,” Anna confessed, suddenly embarrassed.

“Aye, baby.  I
thought that ye might be, and I’m sorry for that,” he said sweetly.  “There are
other things that we might do, that won’t make ye hurt sae much,” he whispered,
nuzzling her neck and biting playfully at her breast.

Anna felt the
color flush her face as she remembered how Rowan had made love to her with his
hand beneath the blanket in the forest, surrounded by his sleeping brothers. 
Her pulse hammered in her veins as she anticipated the pleasure that Rowan
would surely give her and the heat at the junction of her thighs intensified.

Rowan lifted her
in his arms, and walked from the pond.  The chill of the early night air felt
delicious on her skin, and she felt goose bumps spread across her flesh.  Rowan
laid her gently on the blanket next to the roaring fire, and he knelt beside
her, watching her body warm before the fire.

He brushed back
his hair and lowered his lips to her nipple, biting her softly and growling
deeply in his throat.

“There are many
other things that we can do, Anna,” he instructed, trailing kisses across her
breasts and down her flat belly.

“Teach me,” Anna
whispered, running a hand through her wet hair as she relished the warmth of
the fire and the light kisses of her husband on her skin.

“Gladly,” Rowan
whispered, teasing her belly button with his tongue and kissing her just above
the curls that shielded her woman hood.  His fingers skid over her belly and
flitted across the junction of her thighs, teasing her with his light caress. 
“Do ye want me tae touch ye?” he asked huskily, nipping at her belly as his
fingers grazed just beyond the heat of her desire.

“Yes,” she moaned,
arching her hips to meet his touch.

“Here?” he
questioned haughtily, grazing his fingers lightly over her heat, but not
lingering to satiate her desire.

“Yes!” she
pleaded, arching against him.  “Please touch me Rowan,” she begged, her voice
insistent as she arched her hips upward to meet his touch.

Rowan growled with
pleasure and parted her with his fingers, exposing her wetness.  His lips
hovered mere inches above the junction of her thighs, and she could feel the
warmth of his breath against her skin.  His finger lightly touched the bead of
her desire, and she cried out in pleasure, aching with need for him to touch
her.

“That feels good,
doesn’t it, baby,” he coaxed as he began to play with her, to tantalize her
with his fingers.  He made delicious circles around the nub of her desire, and
then stroked her with his expert fingers, causing her to writhe against his
hand.

Rowan slowly slid
a finger inside of her wet sheath, and he groaned with pleasure as he felt her
tighten around him. 

Anna gasped in
response to his entrance, and she writhed against him, relishing the torment of
his finger against her clitoris as he worked his other finger inside of her. 
His expert hands stroked her to the brink of climax, driving in and out of her
slowly, gently as he worked her with his hands.

When Rowan’s
tongue came down upon her clitoris, Anna nearly exploded with pleasure.  She
gasped in surprise as she felt the wetness of his tongue against her skin, and
she shuddered as he licked her and played her with his skilled tongue.

“Ahhh!” she cried
out, arching her hips to meet the sweet caress of his mouth.

He teased her
expertly with his tongue, licking the bead of her desire, and thrusting gently
into her heat with two fingers, stretching her deliciously.  Rowan felt her
quicken around his fingers, and he flicked his tongue against her clitoris,
driving her into the throws of an Earth shattering orgasm.  Her body quivered
around him, and she came hard, falling apart in his arms as he coaxed wave
after wave of pleasure.

When her spasms
quieted, Rowan kissed her just above her curls and withdrew his fingers
slowly.  He crawled up to lie beside her, and cradled her against his chest,
stroking her back as she recovered from the tremors of her orgasm.  Her
breathing was ragged, and Rowan smiled into her hair, knowing that he had
caused her to lose all composure.

Anna’s fingers
toyed lazily with Rowan’s chest, and after she regained the ability to speak,
she asked tentatively, “Can I do that to you?”

Rowan’s breath
hitched in his throat.

“Aye, but I doona
think that I can stand it,” he confessed, unspent desire pulsing against the
skin of her leg.

“Can I try?  Will
you teach me how to do that to you?” Anna asked boldly, wanting to give Rowan
the same pleasure that he had gifted to her.

Rowan closed his
eyes and fought to remain in control.  His sweet innocent wife was asking if
she could give him oral pleasure.  Damn.

Anna lifted up and
looked down at him, biting her lip as her long blonde hair trailed over his
chest, tickling his sensitive skin.  Her fingers grazed lightly over the skin
of his chest and over his defined abdominal muscles as she held his intense
stare.

“Show me, Rowan,”
she whispered sensually as her fingers trailed lower still.

Rowan swallowed
hard and closed his eyes as he fought to remain in control.

Her fingers went
lower still, and she hesitated just short of touching his erection.  His hand
found hers, and he grasped her fingers, and then set her hand atop his pulsing
erection.  He in took a breath sharply as her fingers gripped his manhood,
unsure of how to proceed.  Gritting his teeth, he grasped her hand and showed
her how to hold him, how to move her hand up and down his shaft to pleasure
him.

His hand moved
away, and Anna mimicked his movement, gripping his erection firmly and moving
her hand up and down the length of him. 

He arched in
response to her, and groaned deeply as he relished the feeling of her hand
around his cock.

When her lips came
down unexpectedly on the tip of his arousal, he almost spilled his seed.

“Anna…ye canna!”
he called out, aching with desire to feel her sweet wet mouth on his erection,
but knowing that such torment would cause him to spill his seed into her mouth.

She stopped,
suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, thinking that she had done something
wrong.  Her eyes flashed to his. 

“I thought that I
could…that I could do to you what you did to me…sorry…”she trailed off, embarrassed.

“Ye can,” he
growled, “And what ye were doing was perfect,” he gritted between clenched
teeth as he fought to remain in control.  “But I’m going tae come, and I doona
want tae scare ye,” he confessed.

“So what I was
doing was alright?” Anna asked innocently, hand still wrapped firmly around his
shaft.

“Aye, more than
alright,” he panted, struggling to speak.  “It was heavenly.”

“Really?” she
asked breathlessly, and she renewed the rhythm of her hand and tasted the tip
of his erection with her tongue.  He tasted salty and masculine.  She was
emboldened by his efforts to remain in control.

Again, her mouth
settled on his erection, and her hand continued to mimic the action that he had
taught her just moments ago.  Her tongue twirled around the tip of his arousal,
and he groaned deeply as he bucked against her touch.  Anna took him fully into
her mouth, and Rowan’s hands ran through her hair as he thrust gently against
her mouth.

He arched his back
against her, and she continued to work him with her fingers and her mouth,
relishing the taste of him, and the power that she felt as he came undone
beneath her touch.

Rowan cried out
and withdrew swiftly from her mouth, and she held him as he quivered beneath
her hand and spilled his seed in climax.  His body shook with the thrill of his
release, and Anna laid her head on his stomach as his body quieted.

***

Rowan’s hands
reached up and covered Anna’s eyes, catching her by surprise.

“Are ye ready?” he
asked, voice giddy with enthusiasm.

“Ready for what?”
Anna giggled, enjoying the light, playful mood of her husband.  She was so
happy to see that he was no longer consumed with worry, worry that Jonathan
would find them.

“Tae see yer new
home…what else?” he said, hands still covering his wife’s eyes.  “Ye ken that
it’s too late tae turn and run…we’re marrit after all.”

Anna giggled and
placed her hands over his, trying to eagerly pry them from her eyes so that she
could see.

“Alright, sae
eager!” he said playfully, and removed his hands from his wife’s eyes, heart in
his throat as he anticipated her response.

Anna stood stock
still and squinted her eyes into the valley below them, trying to get a good
first glimpse of her new home.  Her fingers intertwined with Rowan’s and he
stood still as a post behind her.  She could make out two small cabins amidst a
cluster of small patchwork fields.