His fingers trailed over her belly, stopping only once they reached the lace of her panties. “May I?” he asked, slipping his fingers under the satin at her hip.
“Yes.” Her voice turned raspy.
As the soft material pulled from her hips she shut her eyes. So much anticipation, wonder, and excitement folded over inside of her. Tender lips pressed into her ankles as strong hands glided up her stocking clad legs. The lace trimmings at her thighs pulled away and soon she was completely naked.
His mouth touched her in places no man had ever seen. His breath tickled her thighs and she gasped at the first trail of his finger over the soft triangle of hair between her hips.
“Open for me, love. Let me see all of you.”
Her body seemed to stutter under each command. She wanted to please him more than any other woman ever had. Trying for gracefulness, her thighs slowly parted under the press of his gentle fingers. Kelly sucked in an audible breath and kissed her hip.
“Beautiful. Do you know how lovely you are? So pink and pure.” He kissed her other hip. “Mine.”
She tensed when his finger traced her dewy folds. “Don’t be afraid, love. It’s only my finger. Relax. I just want to touch you.”
Breathing heavily, she tried to calm her nerves as his touch traveled over her untried flesh. A heavy weight bloomed low in her belly as he caressed her there. Her body slicked and seemed to weep for more of those gentle strokes. He parted her and the sensation of being probed had her breath catching in her throat.
“Your body’s wet for me.” His finger pressed slowly inside and she sucked in a breath. Her lungs burned with need as he gently explored her. Her muscles tightened around him and her channel stretched. Arousal flooded her and she whimpered as his touch became more.
“You’re so small here, love. I have to stretch you so I don’t hurt you.”
Another finger entering her. His breath tickled her soft curls and she jumped as his mouth kissed a very sensitive spot.
“Kelly!”
“Shh…I want to taste you.” He kissed her there again, the flat of his tongue pressing into her. It was impossible to keep still. “So sweet,” he whispered.
Her knees lifted of their own volition. His tongue tickled her sensitive spots as he gently pressed his long fingers into her. Her soft cries filled the room.
“That’s it, love. Let me hear you. Your voice does things to me. I like to hear you cry from the pleasure I give you.”
It was too much yet not enough. Her head swam as each tender caress fueled her desire.
“I feel it. I can feel your innocence,” he whispered, voice laced with something akin to awe.
He pressed his fingers deep and she nearly came off the bed. Her spine arched as his mouth closed over the bud of her sex. Her muscles tightened and she quivered uncontrollably.
The waves of pleasure washed over her. She was taken away on a tide of sensations too strong to describe. He continued to touch her and she cried out as relief unraveled inside of her.
That knot that formed in her belly the first time she met Kelly had been tied and tightened for ten long years, and was suddenly coming undone.
He cradled her hips and kissed his way up her stomach. When he reached her breasts he cupped them in his large palms and licked and sucked at the tender buds until she was again quivering and arching into him. The knot tightened once more.
His mouth found hers and when he kissed her she tasted her own essence on his lips. Need took hold of her and she gripped his hair in her fists.
He chuckled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said on a breathless sigh, pulling his mouth back to hers.
After kissing her a while longer, Kelly eased off the bed and stood. His fingers went to the pin at his hip and he unraveled the long train of wool covering him, dropping the garment to the floor.
She gasped when he stood before her in nothing but a display of male perfection. His erection was large and thick, dark at the tip. That was definitely going to hurt.
Her eyes traveled over his taut flesh, catching on each unique tattoo. She wanted to read them all and know what Gaelic secrets they told. His chest rose and fell and his hands were fisted at his side. She recognized then that he was exercising great control and restraint.
She met his gaze. “Make love to me, Kelly.”
He hesitated only a moment before returning to the bed. It occurred to her that he might be nervous. That was silly, but she saw it there in his face. Reaching out a hand, she invited him back to her.
He took hold of her hand and his body blanketed hers. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply. Strong hands covered her curves, caressing and plumping her flesh. The heat of his arousal burned into her stomach where it lay heavily against her skin.
Fingers traced her folds and she opened as his touch delved deep. His hips fit between hers and her thighs stretched. Kelly was a big man and she was a small woman.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing their presence with the broad head of his length. She gasped as the head stretched her. His hips lifted as he coated his flesh with her arousal, making small dips into her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his face pressed to her shoulder.
“I’ll be okay. Once the pain passes it will only feel good, right?”
He pressed deeper and her eyes shut as the pressure of him filling her shook her to the core. Her body stretched around him and she gritted her teeth. His lips pressed into her neck and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
His hips thrust forward and a whimper left her throat as he pierced her innocence, but with the sharp intrusion came the comforting sense of belonging to him.
Kelly’s arms tightened around her as he breathed hard. “Are you okay?”
She was full. Definitely full, but the pain was gone. “I’m okay.”
He lifted and she was shocked at the sheen of tears in his eyes. His lips pressed into hers and he began to slowly glide in and out of her. Her body pulsed as he gently withdrew and thrust into her again. Each motion brought about a wave of sensations she was not yet familiar with.
His mouth kissed her shoulders and breasts as he filled her. Her knees closed around his hips and her hands gripped his shoulders. His motions quickened, as did the beat of her heart.
His mouth was everywhere. It was utter possession. It was as though he were sipping from her soul, taking pieces away and putting new parts into play. She’d never be the same again, would always wear his mark, always belong to him. The thought was empowering, directing her motions, heating her passion.
Their flesh melded as he filled her. It still hurt in a strange and satisfying way, but the sensation of belonging to him was so potent all she felt was euphoric pleasure. More, more, more, she wanted all of him. Her fingers tightened over his muscled back as her lips dragged over his dewy flesh. His scent breathed into her lungs and she knew why she’d waited for him. It had always been him.
Dark blue eyes stared into hers as he whispered, “I love you, Ashlynn.”
The confession was so raw and meaningful, hidden secrets hinted in his words. Her body reacted. She trembled, her fingers tightening over his muscled back. His thrusts quickened, dragging out her climax and he stiffened, pressed into her as deeply as two bodies could unite. Her channel pulsed as his body throbbed inside of her. Heat filled her as an expression of wonder crossed his face.
He pulled her into his arms and whispered her name over and over again.
* * * *
Kelly needed a moment to recover. Never in his life had sex been so all encompassing. Never before had a woman felt so right in his arms. His body continued to quake as his release left him. There was nothing separating them. Skin to skin, heart to heart, she was irrevocably his.
Lying with his body inside of her for several minutes after their climaxes, he slowly withdrew and fell to his side. He pulled her to him, unable to stop touching her. “How do you feel?”
She c
aught her breath. Her breasts rose with each inhalation. She had an incredible body, toned and curved with softness in all the right places. He’d tried his best to be gentle with her. He’d nearly wept when he heard her sharp gasp of pain as he took her virginity.
“I’m tired.”
“Are you sore?”
“A little, but it’s a good sore.”
He eased off the bed and went to the bathroom. He found washcloths and towels in the small pantry. Running the warm water, he dampened a washcloth and returned to the bed. She was already falling asleep.
He gently parted her thighs and she startled. “What are you doing?”
“Let me clean you up.”
She blinked at him, likely thinking that was her job. She was his wife and he wanted to make sure he hadn’t hurt her. When she opened her mouth he cut her off saying, “Let me take care of my wife, Ashlynn.”
She hesitated a moment before leaning back on the bed and spreading her thighs. Pink traces of his seed and her virginity showed in her swollen folds. He winced as he carefully tended to her.
When he was finished he pulled her to his chest and held her tight. She was already asleep, but he needed to hold her in his arms. It would get better with time. The next time there would be no pain and she’d experience how great it could be.
Chapter Fifteen
Ashlynn awoke with the birds greeting the dawn. As she eased quietly out of bed her body protested. Muscles she’d never used were sore in ways she couldn’t explain. Finding her robe, she used the bathroom to freshen up then went to find something to eat.
She’d barely eaten the night before, her nerves too wild to get down more than a few bites. As she stood in the kitchen staring at the blushing horizon, she thought back over the events of her wedding.
The ceremony had been beautiful and the reception an emotional affair. She wondered how her father was this morning and if the McCulloughs helped him clean up from the party.
She finished her banana and tossed the peel in the trash. Quietly entering the bedroom, she smiled. Her husband lay on his back breathing evenly. Climbing onto the mattress, she sat at his side, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
Her fingers touched his ribs, admiring the inked image of Christ on the cross. Beneath it were words in a language she didn’t know.
“I love waking up with your hands on me.”
She jumped and hid her guilty hand in her lap.
“Good morning, Mrs. McCullough.”
A smile twisted at the corner of her mouth. “Good morning, Mr. McCullough.”
“How’s my lovely wife this morning?”
“Good. Did you sleep well?”
He stretched and his body distracted her again. She’d never seen so much naked male flesh before. “I slept great.”
Her gaze paused at the peak in the sheets just at his hips.
“See something you like, love?”
Her appraising gaze jerked to his and her cheeks burned. “Sorry.”
He smirked and pulled the sheet away, exposing himself. “No apology necessary. What’s mine is yours. Touch me.”
Her lips parted. Was he telling her to or just letting her know she had his permission? “Is that what you want?”
“I want us to know each other’s bodies completely.”
“I…I don’t know how.”
“I’ll show you. Take off your robe.”
Her fingers unknotted the tie at her waist and Kelly pushed the fabric aside.
“Mmm…” he said, leaning up to her chest.
She gasped as he sucked one soft nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away the wet tip was dark and hard. He did the same to the other one sending shivers over her body.
He sat back, folding his arms behind his head and stared at her chest. “You have perfect breasts, Ashlynn.”
She swallowed, not sure if she should thank him for the compliment. Her gaze drifted to his hips and he laced his fingers with hers. His legs were covered with dark wiry hair.
His knees parted and he squeezed her hand. “Sit between my knees. I want to teach you something.”
She climbed over his muscular thigh and settled in the space between his legs. She couldn’t quite look at him there, though she wanted to.
“Touch me,” he instructed.
With slow movements, she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over his length. He moaned.
“Wrap your hand around my cock, love.”
She blinked, a little taken aback at the term he used. Her fingers curled around him. He was hard yet soft. Her thumb traced the ridge at the top and he twitched. “Like this?”
“Mm-hm.” His eyes shut, his expression blissful. “Now slowly pump your fist up and down.”
It was an odd angle, but she did as he asked. Kelly’s hips lifted and he sighed in contentment. Experimenting with various holds, she realized he liked when she gripped him tightly. His skin moved with her fingers and a small pearl of dew appeared at the tip.
She glanced at him and found him studying her, a half-smile on his lips. “Did you want to taste me?”
Images of her computer searches came to mind. She didn’t know if she wanted to do that. “You like that?” He’d already confessed he did.
“Very much.”
It was strange how his affirmation quickly altered her perception. If he liked blowjobs that meant other women had given them to him. Sharp jealousy bit at her insides. Well, there would be no other women from here on out, Mr. McCullough.
Slowly leaning forward, she licked at the slope of his flesh. He hissed and her gaze jerked to his. The taste on her tongue was subtle.
His fingers caressed her cheek and he smiled. “You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
There was no way she wasn’t going to do things with him other women had done. She had a lot of memories to erase and she needed to get over her reluctance now. This was her husband and she wanted to please him more than any other woman could.
“Tell me how.”
“Why don’t you kneel on the floor and I’ll show you?”
She frowned, but nodded. Climbing off the bed, she lowered herself to the ground. Kelly stood and went into the bathroom. She heard the water running and then he was back a moment later.
His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. His fingers ran over her hair and caressed the side of her face lovingly. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
His thumb trailed over her lower lip. “Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted and he stepped close. His fist closed over his flesh as he settled the head of his arousal on her tongue.
“Close your lips around me, Ashlynn, and suck gently.”
She blinked as her mouth closed around him. His hips moved forward and he filled her mouth. Instinctively she pulled away.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No. I just wasn’t expecting that.”
She looked up at him and parted her lips again. His hand gently cupped the back of her head as he slid onto her tongue. Ashlynn breathed through her nose and Kelly cursed. “You have no idea how good your mouth feels.”
His words were strong incentive. Her lips tightened around him and she sucked gently. He hissed and bucked forward. When she thought to pull away, his hand held her in place.
“Please don’t stop, love.”
He moved his hips, pressing his length slowly in and out of her mouth. His flesh was smooth over her tongue.
“That’s it. Suck a little harder.”
She leaned up and used his hips for balance. Kelly’s motions quickened as did his breathing. His hand tightened in her hair and she was suddenly taking him eagerly.
Hearing his words and moans of pleasure fueled her to do better. Her nails dug into his hips as she took him as deep as possible. He lifted on his toes and his thighs shook.
Before she knew what was happening, she was jerked off the floor, tossed on the bed, and he was inside of her. S
he gasped at the intrusion, her sex still tender.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
She wanted him there. Her body was primed and needy from touching him. “Yes.”
He thrust into her with a bit more ease and she moaned. Her insides awakened. He lifted her legs, holding her under her knees as he filled her. Her bottom teetered at the edge of the bed as his hips slapped against her flesh.
“I won’t last,” he said, reaching his hands between their bodies. His fingers strummed over the sensitive bud there and delicious heat zapped up her spine. “Come with me, Ashlynn.”
He did things she was unprepared for, things that—no matter how many ways she imagined—went far beyond the fantasy. His touch was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced.
His fingers rubbed in fast circles. Her body tightened as he thrust into her quickly. She had no idea how anyone could multitask in the light of so much sensation, but he did.
Her head fell back into the mattress and she cried out. He grunted and pressed into her, his fingers tightening on her legs as his body pulsed deep inside her channel. His hips twitched as he kept moving.
Releasing her legs he collapsed on top of her, catching his weight at the last moment. He kissed her passionately and whispered against her lips, “You’re a very good student. I’m very happy, Mrs. McCullough.”
She smiled as his words of praise washed over her. She’d enjoyed doing that to him more than she expected. “You can have that whenever you need.”
He grunted and sealed his lips to hers. His tongue delved deep in her mouth as he scooped her off the bed, keeping their bodies connected. “You’re a good little wife. Let’s shower.”
Ashlynn had never showered with anyone else. It seemed odd that Kelly would want to do so. She placed two fluffy towels on the sink as he adjusted the temperature of the water.
Kelly’s body pressed to her back, his mouth tracing the curve of her shoulder. “Let’s get wet,” he whispered, cupping her breasts from behind.
She stared at their reflection and found it quite erotic. “Look at us,” she whispered.