Over and over he moved until the friction was too great. I writhed with uncontrolled passion, lost on the very edge of a hard come. He must have sensed a change in my need because he reached around and touched my clit, which was swollen and slippery wet. Between his fingers circling my swollen nub and the motions of his cock, my orgasm exploded about me like Fourth of July fireworks. I couldn't help but scream, pushing back against Ian's hard hips and thighs. I didn't care if the entire clan was outside the door waiting to hear my orgasm. Surely that wasn't the case, for Ian would have seen to our privacy. Ensured it.
I wanted to feel like this forever, the rolling waves of pleasure, the colors dancing behind my eyelids, the toe tingling feelings of amazement. Fulfillment and completion overwhelmed me. I felt Ian's fingers squeeze my hips, holding me in place. He gave a final, deep thrust and groaned his own pleasure. Ian slumped down over my back, his arms bracketing my body. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck; it mimicked my own.
Slowly, carefully Ian pulled himself free, then pulled the pillow from beneath me, and tossed it onto the floor. I felt cum dribbling from my ass. I was spent, well fucked. Used. Taken and claimed. In the best way. When I had my strength back, I'd love to do it again. And again.
Ian collapsed onto the bed and pulled me into his side, spooning close. His skin was slick with sweat and so very warm, the hair on his chest tickling my back. I could feel his tired cock against my used backside.
"I guess a good ass fuck is what will tire your cock," I said, looking at the candles burning on a table beside the bed.
He groaned against my neck, then I felt his smile. "Ach, aye."
One arm was thrown over my side, a large hand comfortably cupping my breast. His thumb stroked absently over the sensitized nipple.
The scent of our lovemaking clung to us, heavy and very thick, Ian's cum on my ass, pussy, down my thighs. We were sticky and sweaty and I loved it. Everything was… perfect.
"Tis to be a long night, wife." Ian kissed my ear, gently, tenderly. "This is the first time I've held you like this." He was quiet for a minute. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, Alexandra." A deep sigh fanned my neck. "I could lay with ye like this forever."
A tear slid down my cheek. I really hoped so. The night would be over sooner than I wanted. My time with Ian would be done. I'd be back to the twenty-first century, to my real life without the man who loved me. This had been my fantasy night, the most amazing birthday present. It was as if I'd made a wish, blown out the birthday candles and had it come true. Ian's hand kneaded my breast, brushing again over my nipple.
My body was spent, worn out. Sore. I ached in places I never had before and I felt like putty, soft and pliant. Relaxed. Sated. My mind, fighting to stay awake, was equally sated. I now knew it was possible to have a connection, a night of wild and crazy sex while sharing close intimacy with someone. With my eternal mate. I didn't want to sleep. Couldn't, because then I'd be returned to my life.
"Ian, I'm all sticky," I said.
His hand moved from my breast and slid down to between my legs, feeling his seed there. He growled. "A bath then, for Lady MacInnes."
CHAPTER TEN
Lexy
I relaxed in the hot water as Ian washed my hair. A bath had been called for and a large copper tub had been delivered to Ian's room, buckets of steaming water poured in. I'd wanted Ian to join me, but it was too small for both of us. I loved the feel of his fingers on my scalp as he squatted behind the tub as he washed my hair. I closed my eyes and settled in to the pampering. I was sore between my legs. While the hot water was soothing, I also could have used an ice pack on my ass, but I doubted that was available.
I wanted to ask after the priest's comments about funerals, but I didn't want to sound like an idiot. I was supposed to already know this. Instead, I asked, "Do the English worry you overmuch?"
He sighed and his fingers stilled. "They are always a worry, lass. But not tonight."
The thought of Ian fighting the English in one of those battles I knew so little about had me shivering.
"Cold?" he asked. The water came up so that part of my breasts were above the water and I knew he could see my nipples tighten. I couldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed that he could see my body after all we'd done together.
I shrugged. "A little. I'm just… worried."
"Tilt back." He scooped water into a tin cup and poured it onto my head, rinsing the suds. The scent of roses was strong from the soap. "These are hard times, lass. As Lady MacInnes, I know you will be brave."
Tears lodged in my throat. "And you?"
"I am Laird MacInnes," he said with a fierce voice that contradicted the gentle actions of his hands in my hair. "I am the bravest of them all… except when it comes to you. I have no fears of the English, of my safety. You are my heart, lass, and my only fear is that I might lose you."