Page 73 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
“I love tae hear ye, little one. I love tae feel ye beneath me touch,” he growled.
But Elsie was too far gone to care. Feeling her body reach the very edge of ecstasy, she cried out as she felt the familiar explosion under his caress.
Collapsing against him, every part of her floating and feeling utterly relaxed, she let the feeling carry her. Keane wrapped his arms around her and held her to his body. She lay there for the longest time, until her awareness returned to the solid mass pressing into her from behind.
“Ye have brought me tae heights I never thought possible several times now,” she said, feeling a little nervous. “I want tae dae the same tae ye.”
Even as she spoke, she could feel her cheeks redden. She did want to please him, but talking about it embarrassed her.
“Is that right?” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Elsie nodded, the back of her head rubbing against his chest. With water splashing about them, she turned around and looked at him. “Show me what tae dae.”
His gaze held hers for the longest moment. The evident excitement of her request danced in his eyes. Without a word, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand toward him. Not once did he take his eyes off her as he placed her fingers around his thick, hard manhood.
Elsie gasped at the feel of it, for it was long, and solid. With her cheeks now blazing, she let him guide her hand up and down. Soft, continuous strokes. The action only seemed to make his member harder, which Elsie thought was nearly impossible. But as she continued, she watched the reaction on Keane’s face. His lips parted as he panted, his eyes softened, and his entire face relaxed.
He no longer held her hand, for Elsie now knew what to do. Remembering what he did when he was inside her, she moved her hand a little faster. All the way down, and all the way back again.
“Och, little one,” he growled, his head falling back. “Ye dinnae ken what ye dae tae me.”
Feeling pleased that she was doing it right, she continued, her stroke steady. It delighted her that she was able to elicit thesame ecstasy from him as he had gifted to her. She moved a little faster, and felt heat rise again in the apex of her thighs.
Suddenly, Keane’s hand grabbed hers and he held her tight.
“Ye’re going tae mak’ me explode,” he breathed, looking intently at her.
“Is that nae what I’m supposed tae be daeing?”
“I have a better idea.”
He then stood from the tub, his huge shaft protruding from his body, and stepped out of the water. Grabbing a linen towel from a nearby chair, he held out a hand to her and led her to the rug before the hearth.
Once lying upon it, he tenderly kissed her, but it was clear he was in desperate need of her. Swiftly positioning himself over her, he slipped himself inside.
“Oh,” Elsie gasped, relishing the sensation as she gripped his shoulders.
Keane moaned loudly. “Och, God, Elsie.”
Moving his hips, he slid back and forth. She could sense he was already on the edge. While their previous lovemaking had takena little time, she could feel the desperation in him as he thrust into her, over and over and over.
Just as she was certain he would empty himself in her, for every muscle in his body seemed to tense, Keane pulled away from her. Grabbing the nearby towel, he let out a hissing roar as he exploded into the cloth.
As before, Elsie felt conflicted. This was the second time he had not stayed with her until the end. The second time he had broken the connection between them. Everything was always perfect, until he got to the very end. She couldn’t understand it, and she was simply too afraid to ask. Maybe there was something wrong with her.
Nay. That makes nay sense. It has something tae dae with him.
She just didn’t know what that something was.
Afterwards, Keane had gathered soft blankets and wrapped them both up beside the fire. Elsie’s exhaustion overtook her, for he watched her eyes droop closed as she lay there against his chest. As her breathing became softer, he gazed down at her, watching her chest rise and fall in soft, slow motions. It was at that moment that he realized he had never felt so content. He was there, with his arms wrapped protectively around his wife, feeling a great sense of peace as the fire crackled just a few feet away.
He sighed.I could die happy on this day.
Indeed, ye couldnae. Yer life has only just begun. A life filled with love, and care and tenderness. This woman has melted yer heart, brought ye peace, and given ye purpose. There’ll be nay dying fer many years tae come.
Keane smiled at his heart’s delightful banter. Of course, it was right. He was going to spend the rest of his life loving this woman. Loving her, protecting her, and giving her every desire she wished for.
After some time, he lifted her in his arms. Moving across the room, he placed her in his bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She turned onto her side, but a second later, she was restful again. For a long time, he stood there gazing down at her. It was as though he wanted to commit every line of her face to memory. As if he was worried that if he left her for a moment, he would forget how truly beautiful she was.
