“Yes,” she whispers and drops her eyes.
“Look at me, Ella.” She waits a moment, then brings her eyes to mine. My cock swells when I see them black with desire. “Why were ye going to do that?” I feel the side of my mouth lift as I read her mind.
“I thought…I was afraid that you wouldn’t…”
Again, I help her fumbling words. “Play as hard.”
“Yes.” Another whispered reply.
There is something charmingly innocent about her logic in holding back such important information, yet the reason she has done so is irresistibly arousing. I tip her face back up to mine and kiss her full mouth with enough force to be both a punishment and a reward. I don’t stop for many long minutes, and when I finally do, she pulls away on a desperate gasp of air.
“What ye need to understand,” I say, reaching forward so that I can hold the weight of her swollen breast in my hand while my thumb rubs across her sensitive nipple, “is that knowing ye are pregnant wi’ my child, that yer body will become full and round as it grows inside ye, is arousing to everything that makes me a man. I’ve claimed ye, marked ye as mine, planted my seed.” I kiss her lips softly. “Now yer beautiful, healthy fertile body will make us a strong lad or a bonnie lass. My God, Ella, it makes me want ye even more.”
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips before devouring them in a kiss that speaks louder than words. I grab the back of her head and pull her to me. When she moans, I bring my other hand down to slide between her sensitive folds and find she is drenched with arousal.
I stop abruptly.
“Lie down on the bed.”
She does, and my hands slip under her arse to lift her off the bed, bringing her sweet, wet cunny to my mouth. She cries out as I ravage her with the force of a starving man. A growl escapes as I feast on the essence of my mate, pulling her hard to my face while I fuck her with my tongue, listening to her cries of pleasure echo around the room. She’s about to cum, I can feel it, so I drop her onto the mattress, pull her to the edge, and drive my rigid shaft home. A guttural sound escapes my throat, and my eyes shut tightly as the pleasure of being inside her again overwhelms me. I thrust once, twice, then smother her screaming mouth with mine as her orgasm forces my own to explode.
It seems like time stands still while we float in the ecstasy of our release. I lean forward and place my hands on either side of her, slowly moving in and out as the last of our climax fades. Her eyes are fixed on mine, blinking every so often, heavy with the weight of exhaustion.
“Are ye alright?”
“Perfect,” she answers with a smile.
“That ye are, mo ghràidh,” I say and lean down to offer her a soft kiss. “Scoot up a bit. I want to lie wi’ ye. I need to just have ye in my arms, listening to ye breathe, surrounded by yer warmth.”
I get comfortable, and she tucks herself next to me, head on my chest and one leg draping over mine. God, how I’ve missed this. My arm tightens around her while my fingers roam gently across her skin. There is no more peaceful place than where we are right now, and in this content state, I wonder when it was that my seed was planted. I know it doesn’t matter, but a part of me hopes that it was when we made love under the old oak in the forest. It’s likely the poet in me that would hope for such a thing, but truthfully, the notion is quite poetic, so I play with the words in my head.
Upon these ancient lands
Sits a forest by the sea.
It knows the tales of many
From age-old history.
Its eyes have seen the battles.
Its ears have heard the song.
Its heart has sadly broken
For many weak and strong.
Yet, hidden beneath its surface
The roots of life abound.
The trees,
The plants,
The animals,
The treasures never found.