“Nowhere, Husband,” she replied, laughing.
“Good. Because I think we have business to attend to.” He pulled her to her feet, looked into her eyes for a moment, and kissed her softly. “I know you have been afraid. Likely Adaira and Moira have told you what theirs was like, but trust me, your wedding night will not be like Adaira’s. But if you would rather just sleep with me tonight, I will understand, and I will be content to hold you.”
Keira could see that Murdoch meant what he said. He was truly willing to wait until she was ready. She had married a marvelous man. However, she did not want to wait.
“I will not be content to hold you, Murdoch, my husband,” Keira murmured. “I want to know how much you love me.”
“I am so glad because I have been dreaming about making love to you every night for weeks.” He stopped to laugh softly before turning her around so that he could begin to unlace her dress. “The day I found you with your bow, I had been daydreaming that you were walking up to me and kissed me.”
“That is no surprise to me,” Keira answered. “I had been thinking about you for a long time too. I tried to imagine what you would look like unclothed, but since I have never seen a naked man…” She trailed off, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“You are about to see one now,” Murdoch assured her.
He turned her around and helped her out of her dress so that she was standing in front of him in nothing but a filmy shift. He could clearly see that her nipples were standing stiffly against the thin cotton, and his shaft hardened almost painfully as he ripped off his jacket and shirt, then unbuckled his kilt and let it fall to the floor.
Instinctively, Keira looked down and swallowed, then her eyes widened in amazement and terror.
“Now you do not have to imagine anymore,” Murdoch murmured, while he reached for her shift and pulled it up over her head in one fluid movement then tossed it across the room.
Instinctively, Keira placed her hands over her breasts and her private parts, but he gently moved her hands away.
“Let me look at you, you beautiful, beautiful wife of mine,” he murmured, as his gaze ran over her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, lingering on her breasts. “My imagination did not do you justice, Keira,” he whispered. “You take my breath away.”
Keira did not know quite what to say. She had seen men naked to the waist before, even if they were not as well-built and beautifully proportioned as her husband, but the sight of his manhood scared her.
“You are wondering if we will fit together,” Murdoch observed, reading the expression on Keira’s face.
She nodded, swallowing nervously.
“We will,” he whispered. “Let me show you because I cannot wait another second for you.”
He picked Keira up and laid her tenderly on the bed, but to her surprise, he did not kiss her lips. Instead, he spread her legs apart and ran the tip of his tongue down the soft, wet flesh of her womanhood, tasting her juices and inhaling the scent of her arousal.
Then he moved his tongue to tease the little nub at her center, and she squealed and arched her hips up toward him. When he took it between his teeth to nibble it gently, she screamed with pleasure.
“Oh, God!” Keira cried, pushing his head down to stop him from moving away.
Whatever he was doing was delightful, almost too much to endure, and she writhed on the bed, unable to control herself, as his tongue and teeth worked magic on her. She had never dreamed of anything like this.
Adaira had been reluctant to talk about her own experiences with Laird McTavish because he was Keira’s father, but she had always intimated that it was something to be endured, not enjoyed. Yet her father must have done something wrong because Keira knew she could enjoy this forever.
When Murdoch moved his mouth away, Keira moaned with disappointment.
He laughed softly. “Do not worry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “The best is yet to come.” Then he kissed his way up her body, stopping to pay homage to her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
He began to give them the same treatment he had given to her private parts.
“Ohhh,” Keira moaned.
The sensation of his lips, teeth, and tongue, and the lapping, sucking, and nibbling of the most sensitive parts of her body was so exquisite it was almost unbearable. Yet another sensual experience that was new to her was the rasp of the golden stubble on her face and on the tender skin of her breasts. Presently, his lips left them and he licked, kissed, and nibbled his way up the column of the throat before biting her earlobe gently and licking the sensitive skin around it.
Keira was gripping Murdoch’s arms so tightly that her nails were leaving marks on his flesh, but he did not notice the pain. All he could feel was the sensual rub of her flesh against hers and her soft breasts, their peaks hardened with desire for him. Her moans of delight were pushing him closer to his own climax, and with that and the feel of his engorged shaft rubbing against her slick wetness, he was struggling to keep control of himself. However, he knew he had to. Keira was still innocent, and he did not want her first encounter to be a hurried, clumsy affair, so he used every ounce of willpower he had to hold back his urges.
The sound and heat of his breathing almost drove Keira to the edge of madness, and she could stand it no longer. She opened her legs wide and whispered, “Please, Murdoch.”
He looked down into her eyes and saw that she was desperate, but he wanted to be certain. “Are you sure, love?”
Keira reached up to pull him down for a searing kiss. Into it she poured all her love, longing, and gratitude for him, and while she did, she grasped his shaft and pulled him inside her.