“Show me how much, then,” he whispered as his mouth swooped down onto hers. She tasted of the honey they had eaten at the end of their meal, and it was all he could do to keep himself from ripping off her beautiful dress and sinking into her there and then. However, he knew he must be mindful of her lack of experience and try his utmost to be gentle, no matter how difficult it was.
When they drew apart, he turned her around to unlace the back of her dress down to her waist, then slipped it off her shoulders to slide gently to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath but a thin cotton shift, and he could see the rosy peaks of her nipples through it. He had thought it was impossible for him to become any harder, but now his arousal was almost painful and he was so crazed with desire that he could hardly contain himself.
Evanna helped him to unbutton his shirt, then pulled it out from under his kilt. She unbuckled the belt holding it up, then it dropped to the floor, and she finally saw a sight she had never seen before. She gulped as she looked at his erection, which was pointing at her like a spear, but she had no time to study it as he pulled her shift over her head and gazed at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Glorious,” he whispered, then he lifted her and laid her tenderly on the bed before his gaze traveled all over her and lingered on her breasts. “Evanna, ye are everythin’ I expected an’ more.” His voice was husky as he spoke, and there was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before.
“Ye are more than I expected too,” Evanna whispered, then she gulped, her eyes dropping to his shaft. “Will ye…I mean, will it fit?” Her eyes were wide with apprehension as she stared at his shaft.
Fraser chuckled. “Aye, lass, it will,” he answered. “I will make sure o’ it, trust me.”
And he did. He kissed her everywhere, from her lips to her earlobes, her throat to the first slope of her breasts, where he paused for a moment to look at her with a wicked smile.
“Why are ye stopping?” she asked desperately.
He made no answer except to bend his head and give her nipples a little tug between his teeth that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. When he sucked one into his mouth and began to nibble and lick it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, Evanna thought she would go mad with delight.
She drove her fingers into the thick mass of his hair and pulled him against her so that he could not move, and he carried on with his feast. However, despite her best efforts, he drew away at last and kissed a path down her stomach to her navel. She giggled at the ticklish feeling as he swirled his tongue around the pit, but then he moved down to the little thatch of dark hair between her thighs.
Fraser moaned as he found that she was warm, wet, and so ready for him. He could hardly wait, but he looked up briefly to see the expression on her face and was satisfied that he was giving her the pleasure she deserved.
Not long now,he thought, even though his manhood was throbbing insistently. This was torture, but torture of the sweetest kind.
When his lips touched the sensitive nub at her core, she squealed and arched her hips up from the bed as he continued his sensual assault by sweeping his tongue forward and back over her wet folds. Then he raised himself onto his elbows and gazed at her flushed face before smiling at her.
“Are ye ready?” he asked huskily.
Evanna nodded frantically, then he placed himself between her thighs and whispered, “I will take care of ye, my love.”
He eased himself into her, pausing as he felt her stiffen suddenly. He watched a spasm of pain cross her face and began to withdraw, but she wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist.
“No, please, Fraser,” she begged. “I want ye so much.”
He kissed her lips softly, then began to thrust into her, slowly at first. He tried to hold back, meaning to wait for Evanna to climax first, but then he realized that he simply could not hold back any longer.
Evanna was experiencing the strangest, most fabulous sensation she had ever felt in her life, as if something inside her was gathering, clenching into a tiny, unbearably wonderful knot of pleasure. It was so rapturous that it was like a sweet agony. Suddenly it exploded, and stars danced before her eyes for a second as she was tossed in the surge of waves of ecstasy. Her whole body was shuddering, out of her control, and it was glorious.
She heard Fraser giving a husky moan as he too reached fulfillment before they both came down to Earth at the same moment. They basked in a state of delicious languor as they lay beside each other, spent and sated.
“Did I hurt ye?” Fraser asked anxiously.
“A wee bit,” Evanna confessed. “But oh, Fraser, I never thought it would be like that. I always thought loving was something women did tae keep their husbands happy. I did not know it would be so wonderful. Thank ye for makin’ my first time so magical.”
“I have been with other women, as ye know, Evanna,” he said tenderly, “but I have never felt like that either. It is completely different when ye love somebody. An’ I promise ye—ye are no’ my first lover, but ye will be my last.”
Evanna gazed into Fraser’s almost impossibly blue eyes and smiled. “And ye are my first, last, and only,” she whispered.