I make a strangled sound as the intensity starts to ebb. Good God! What just happened? I haven’t lost control of myself since I was a lad. When I look up from the unholy mess I made on my wife’s bosom, I see her licking her lips and wiping her chin with a slender finger.
“Did ye swallow it?”
“Yes. Was I not supposed to?”
I almost laugh as her expression says she would have done it anyway. “There is no right or wrong. It’s whatever you prefer.”
She looks down at her chest and runs the same tainted finger through the spew I marked her with. “I like both.”
She looks as if she’s taken a dram of laudanum with that black-eyed daze and subtle sway in each direction.
“Come here, love.” I take her hands and lift her to stand with me. I use my foot to quickly lift my pants off the floor and clean her chest, then pull her to me. I kiss her softly, then turn around to gently lift her onto the bed. “Lie back, relax, and spread yer legs. Ye need to release after that, aye?”
“Yes, please, Alasdair.” Her back arches with the reply.
“Good. This won’t take long. Then ye can rest.”
I lean down to kiss her swollen cunt and see it gently pulsing, tightening, then relaxing, her lubrication flowing with each contraction. I could simply blow on her clit and make her cum, but she deserves more than that, and I’m far too greedy. I suck on the inside of her thigh as I spread her lips and push two fingers in. I feel her tighten as she cries out my name. My tongue moves down to play with her clit while she rocks her hips harder toward me. The wet sound of my fingers fucking her is testing my will to let her rest and not keep her up for the next two hours, gallantry be damned.
I tamp down my greed and stand upright to watch as she comes undone.
Just as her canal tightens, I curl my fingers up to rub along her firm ridge as my other thumb puts pressure on her sensitive nub. Her climax immediately erupts, turning to clear liquid in my hand.
Bloody fantastic!
It’s hard to believe that Ella was a virgin when this night began. Her eager willingness is like that of a worldly woman. But then I think about the night she snuck up on me in the garden. I knew then there was a connection that could not be easily explained; after tonight, I understand that connection more clearly.
I move up onto the bed and pull her to me, holding her in my arms. She curls into me, humming a contented sigh. Before I can tell her goodnight, she’s fast asleep, so I kiss her forehead, pausing to breathe in the luxury of her scent. As I relax further into the mattress, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, my lovely bride asleep in my arms, my grandmother’s words echo in my mind, “There is another that seeks to find ye.”
Chills rise on my skin like they did when first Nanna told me. Yet, this time, there is another reason. My thoughts go to the vision I had and the young woman sitting by the water, whose smile reminded me of Ella’s. She seemed to glow with her pale coloring and bright eyes, her song like that of an angel, penetrating deep into my soul. She was familiar in a way that made my chest hurt, leaving me with a sense of urgency, of yearning.Who was she?It is likely I will never know for certain. But as I let my imagination ponder the possibilities, an immense sense of joy blankets me in comforting warmth.
She found me.