“Yes,” she whispers.
“Then say it.” Her eyes widen at the force of my command.
“Alasdair.”
“Ye are my wife now. I am yer husband. There are no barriers between us. Whatever ye have learned from society about what we are to do, how we are to act, how we are tofeel, has no place here. If ye want me to kiss you, ye are free to request it. If ye want me to touch you, all ye need do is ask. If ye want me tofuckyou, ye simply make yer desires known, and from there, ye can rest assured, ye will be sated.”
“Alasdair. You shouldn’t…” Before she can reprimand my choice of words, I pull her toward my mouth, letting my lips gently caress hers as I speak.
“I should’na what, Ella? Use that kind of language?” I press my lips harder against her, taking hers between mine before speaking again. “I should’na tell ye how good it feels to fuck my wife?” My arms tighten around her as she opens her mouth and moans through the next kiss. I let her take my mouth a few minutes longer because it feels so damned good to kiss her—to be kissed by her. I pull away to latch onto her neck, biting, sucking, the vibration of her cries tickling my tongue. “I should’na tell ye that I will never be the same after being inside you? That ye were made fer me and that I want nothing more than to lift yer skirts and bend ye over that chair an’ fuck ye till yer screaming my name while yer wet cunny milks my cock dry?”
“Alasdair!” She devours my mouth again as her arousal bursts into flames.
“What, Ella? Say it. Bloody tell me what ye want.” Both hands are on her, holding her steady, keeping her mouth a fraction away from mine. “Say it, Ella.”
Her eyes are round with the fear of being pushed passed her boundaries, yet black with desire and need. My thumb firmly glides along the smooth skin of her jaw as I pull her lips to mine, letting my tongue reach out to gently tease them. “Say it,” I whisper against her.
“Fuck me, Alasdair! Fuck me, please, just like you said…lifting…lifting my skirts. That’s what I want.” She finishes with a whisper, her lashes wet with emotion. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. I want to reward her by making her cum harder than she’s aching to. Forcing her to understand what I’m capable of providing her. Forcing her to become familiar with who she really is and to not be afraid of her desires, but to let them soar, let them fly free from the cage of society, of propriety, of standards set by others.
“Verra good.” She looks away. “Keep yer eyes on mine, Ella. Understand this—there is no shame in our passion. No shame in our carnal desires. There is no shame in how slick yer cunt is with anticipation. I will teach ye to crave that anticipation.” I stop to kiss her again, hard and deep. She relaxes, letting go, allowing me to pleasure her the way fate intended. I scrape my teeth across her swollen lip as I pull away. “Look at me.” Her eyes slowly open. “There is no shame in how we feel about each other, no rules that dictate our marriage, only trust. Ye can always trust me, Ella.”
She gently nods her head in agreement as I reach down to lift the flowing layers of fabric that hide her beautiful body. Once I meet the soft silkiness of her chemise, I know I am close, as does she, eagerly spreading her legs to receive my touch.
“I’m going to tease fer a bit,” I say as my fingers glide slowly up her inner thigh.
“No, Alasdair, please,” she begs as she pushes herself toward my hand.
“Yes, Ella. T’will make yer release come easier. We do’na have much time as we are to leave in less than an hour.”
She whimpers as I get closer, leaning further into my other arm wrapped around her back. My fingers slide through the wetness on her leg, then meander up, spreading her just enough to massage her clit.
“Oh God!” she cries, already close to the edge. Her ability to cum with such ease is a potent aphrodisiac that has my cock throbbing with the need to please her.
“Not yet, Ella. Do’na let yerself cum.” I push one finger in to take her closer, another to test her limits, and a third to ready her for my entry. I pump only twice before I feel a gentle pulsing, then remove my hand and turn her around in one swift move as I throw her skirts up. Once she’s bent over the chair, the creamy white skin of her bum glowing in the light, I rip my cock from my breeches and enter her in one powerful thrust. She screams out in pleasure and pushes back toward me. I cannot stop myself from landing a loud smack across that perfect skin, and a second later, her cunt is swallowing me whole, pulling my shaft deeper and deeper with each contraction. My orgasm explodes inside her as a guttural sound escapes my throat. My movements become labored, almost impossible, as my muscles lock with the intensity of my release.
I lean forward, one hand on the chair, the other holding her hip. I look down, her face turned to the side, eyes closed. She is beautiful! Her mouth is open in supplication “—Don’t stop!”her panted moans convey. She’s still pulsing around me so I continue to drive into her, though my momentum has slowed.
She’s fully relaxed now and likely getting uncomfortable, so I stand up, my flaccid cock easily slipping free, and bring her with me to lie on the floor.
“Come here, love. Rest wi’ me for a while.” She does without protest, lying in my arms, head on my chest, a puddle of ornate fabric blanketing us as we come down from a fantastically intense release. “Are ye alright?”
“Mm-hmm,” is all I get in response.
“Good.” I rub her back softly as she falls asleep, her slow breathing like a gentle melody. My eyes close, and my mind drifts back to what Ewan said—that I fell in love with Ella the first night I met her. As I lay here, sated in a way that I have only felt with this woman, I can’t help but think that maybe he is right.