"I'll always be hard for you, lass," I growled, placing her on her feet and letting her feel how true my words were. My cock pressed into her soft belly. Seeing her wrapped in my plaid was more of a sign of our marriage than the priest's ceremony. She was, and would always be, the only woman I put my plaid upon. The clan expected a tupping and they'd gotten one. No bloodied sheet, but instead a bride truly claimed by a swath of plaid wool.
Slowly, I unwound the material from her. "Tis like a gift, unwrapping you like this."
She spun once, twice to unravel, her hair falling in long tendrils that had come loose from pins. She stopped before me, her breasts still exposed above the low cut of her bodice. The view was spectacular. Full, lush tits with perfect pink nipples. I tossed the plaid over my shoulder to free my hands.
"I've watched you play with an ivory rod in your arse. I've licked your pussy, fucked it even, but I've yet to see you naked."
She looked up at me through her pale lashes and offered a soft smile. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes bright with desire and her pleasure. "If I have my way, you won't be dressed again until the new moon."
Not waiting another moment to get her bare, I spun her about and expertly tugged at the buttons down the back of her dress. Kissing down her neck, I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and followed the trail with my mouth. Once the dress was pooled at her feet, the laces of her corset were next. I handled them quickly, even though my eagerness was making my fingers fumble. The garment dropped to the floor. I continued to kiss and lave that sensitive spot at the base of her neck as my arms circled about her to cup her breasts.
I groaned against her sweet skin as she reached up and laced her arms into my hair, which thrust her breasts into my palms.
"That feels so good," she murmured, eyes slipping closed.
"They're sensitive, are they?" Over her shoulder, I watched my hands on her breasts.
She replied by offering a soft gasp as I, none too gently, pinched the already tight tips.
Sliding one hand down her smooth belly, I cupped her bare pussy, my seed coating her swollen folds. I played with her as she rocked her hips, discovering quickly what she liked, what made her cream drip onto my fingers.
"Ian!" she cried, her knees giving out.
Grabbing her about the waist, I lifted her up and walked to my bed. I'd never had a woman in it before, knowing Alexandra would be the only one. Spreading my plaid out first, I placed her on it. She lay there looking up at me, lips parted, one hand on her belly, her knees bent and splayed open. She was hiding nothing from me.
Gripping my cock, I gripped the base and stroked it, sticky from our mixed juices.
"See, lass, I'm verra ready for you."
In reply, she licked her lips. I wanted that mouth on my cock, that tongue swirling over my flared head, but not now. Nay.
"God, I want you so badly." She pushed up onto her elbows. "Why is it that you're so damn virile? I swear you're dripping in pheromones."
I arched my brow at her words. "I do not know what these pheromones are that you speak of, but my cock is dripping cum, ready for a good ass fuck… or other things."
Placing one knee on the bed, I crawled up and over her, my hand by her head holding my weight off her.
"If any other man asked me that question, I would punch him in the nose."
My eyes narrowed at the idea. "What other man?" I growled.
She shook her head. "There's no one else," she said, her tone reassuring me. "I'm just not used to this subject of conversation."
"I bloody well hope not."
"God, you're a caveman." She stroked my cheek, my whiskers rasping against her small palm. "You mentioned other things?"
I grinned. "Curious, are you?"
She bit her lip and nodded. I loved having her beneath me like this. I was protecting her, sheltering her from the world. Nothing would get to her with me above her. The scent of her, something sweet and floral, along with the heavy musk of tupping, was thick in the air.
I went down onto my forearm, pressing my body against hers, but keeping my weight off her. I just needed to feel her, to be skin on skin from chest to toes. She was so bloody soft, her skin like the finest silk, the lush feel of her curves my undoing. Her breath tickled my ear.
"You can share what these other things are later," she said, her voice soft, as if she were sharing a secret. "Right now, I want… I want you to make me yours. All of me."
She might not have been a virgin, but she was innocent enough. A pretty blush colored her cheeks, and I was keen enough to know this was how she was telling me: Fuck me in the arse. Now.
This close, I could see her eyes take on a deeper green, like the bottom of a loch. Speckles of light sparkled in the depths. We took a moment to just look at each other. Perhaps she couldn't believe I was finally hers. Was she scared of me like she had been with Duncan? I didn't sense it. She wouldn't have told me to take her if she fretted. I forgot that she'd waited a long time for this night as well. Perhaps she'd waited longer. While I'd had to wait idly for the old man to die, alone, she'd been stuck with the fucking bastard.