Alasdair
What I want to tell her is thatsheis a gift. One I thank God for every night I go to bed and regularly throughout the day. As I am right now, watching her take my hand to help her navigate a boulder we need to climb to get to the waterfall. She’s still naked, though she’s wrapped in one of the linens I brought for us to dry off. She protested about not getting dressed before starting the short hike, but she’ll understand why once we’re there.
Her hand grips tighter on mine as the rocky path becomes wet from the splash. It’s loud now, the sound almost heavy, a whirring hum, unique and mysterious. We approach the entrance, and I stop to let Ella look through the opening to see the wonder that’s in store. Her eyes widen, and her hand covers her open mouth.
“Alasdair!”
My heart beats faster with her excitement. I step in first to make sure there are no unwanted surprises, then turn to guide her in with me. Once we are fully inside the cavern, the light changes to an elegant shade of blueish-green, and it’s bright enough for me to see that Ella’s eyes have welled with tears. She is staring at the wall of water, lit brightly by the sun. Through it, you can see the blue of the sky and the green of the trees, but everything is an abstract blur that creates a magnificent piece of art, alive with movement and sound.
I reach down to take Ella’s hand and bring it toward the fall. She watches the slow progression, and when her fingers finally part the liquid glass, her face lights up like a child seeing her first shooting star. It is a joy so pure; I cannot only see it, I can feel it. In this moment, I realize I truly am in love with Ella. I stare at her as the truth is set free inside me and if I’m being honest with myself, the intensity of it is almost painful.
“What?” Ella asks with concern.
I reach for her and pull her into my arms so that I can hold her. She wraps her arms around me and asks, “Is everything alright?”
I move closer to her ear. “I…I…” The courage to tell her my true feelings vanishes. It’s too soon. “I knew how much ye’d love this. I can see it on yer face. It makes me happy to see ye so pleased.” I kiss her temple, then finish, “Though our marriage may be new, Ella, ye are verra special to me.”
She pulls away to look into my eyes, perhaps wanting to confirm my sincerity. She finds what she’s looking for. “Thank you, Alasdair.” Her chilled hand rests on my face, the gentle caress speaking more than her words.
She opens the linen that is protecting her from the cool, damp air and brings it with her arms as they wrap around me, creating a cocoon that protects us from the mist of the waterfall. Our bodies touch, flesh to flesh, her head resting on my chest. We stay this way, each of us staring out through a window that seems as if it could take us to another world, another time and place where the rules of society don’t weigh so heavily.
I wonder if she can hear the beating of my heart. Does she know that it beats for her, that it always has? Can she feel the connection of our souls? I want to tell her what Nanna told me all those years ago; I want to know if she believes it could be true. That we found each other, as Fate had intended.
Her arms tighten around me as one hand slips free to roam around my chest. She slows to play with the thick hair, nails gently scraping as her fingers curl and uncurl, sending gooseflesh across my body, then moves lower, tickling the ridges along my side. I can sense the shift in her body as her hand finds my hip. She wants me, and I don’t know if I am able to refuse. The feelings that have freely risen to the surface are so much more intense than simple carnal desire, so when the linen falls free and she takes my fully erect shaft in her hand, I know I will not have the strength to deny her what she craves.
My hand comes up to grab her hair, gently pulling her back enough so that I can see her eyes: black, only a small ring of pale blue behind the glistening surface.
“Ye test my will beyond its limits.”
“I’m sorry, Alasdair. But being here, in this place, with you…” She releases my erection and places both hands upon my shoulders. “And the way you just looked at me…”
My mouth is on hers, devouring the temptation she knows I can’t resist.I love you, Ella. The words echo through my head, loud and desperate to escape. My grip tightens as she kisses me in return with unbridled passion, her moans vibrating across my tongue.I love you,Ella. My hand comes down to massage her full breast, kneading its firm roundness before taking the hard tip between my thumb and finger. I hold the pressure as I pull my mouth away from hers.
“I told ye I did’na want to do this wi’ my men so close by. But ye insisted otherwise.” I lean down and take her tight nipple into my mouth, sucking it deep as I tease it with my tongue. Her legs go weak, and she cries out. Letting it go, I finish, “I will give ye what ye want, but we are to be quick about it. We’ve already been gone too long.” My hand moves down to the slit between her legs. It’s slippery and swollen, and my cock swells with appreciation. “Listen to me, Ella. I’m going to be aggressive, I’m going to try and bring ye to climax, but I don’t want ye to cum yet. Understand? Do not cum until I tell ye to.”
“Alasdair, why? I want to.”
“And ye will. But since I can’na take my time, I’m going to make sure it’s worth it fer ye.”
My fingers move faster across her lips, coating her with the sweet essence. I increase the pressure, slipping in and out of her entrance, and feel the slight contractions of her orgasm building. She can barely breathe through the onslaught of my kiss. When I set her mouth free, she sucks in the cold air, creating a rush that I know will intensify her high. Her head falls back as I bite onto her neck, pulling the tender flesh into my mouth.
“Alasdair! Please!” She’s close now.
“I’m going to lie down, and ye will mount me, but do’na release until I tell ye to.”
She nods her head through panting breaths while she strains not to cum from the efforts of my hand. I let go and move to lie on the wet ground. My view from here is spectacular; the waterfall on one side, bright, moving, and energetic, highlighting Ella’s beautiful form. She is a goddess, like those painted on canvas.
“Come here.”
She steps over me, placing one foot on either side of my waist as I’ve guided her to do.
“On yer knees.”
She drops to her knees, falling forward, hands braced on my shoulders. I reach down to take my cock in hand and guide it to her entrance.
“Take me, Ella. Take what ye want. But remember what I told ye.”
She doesn’t hesitate to lean back so the head glides easily, past her slippery layers to the opening that is pulsing and ready for release. My hips jut forward on instinct, slamming my stiff shaft into the warm softness of her canal. Ella’s scream mingles with my growl that echoes around us.