Page 29 of A Plaid Case of Loving Ye
Her wetness slid over him, each movement reminding her of the way his cock had tasted. That memory caused another flood of desire, and his control snapped.
With a muttered curse against her skin, his hands dropped to her hips, and he shifted her once more. Now her weight rested on either side of him, and he was able to take over the motions, thrusting up and into her.
Och, aye. This wasmuchbetter.
Vaguely, the part of her that wasn’t reveling in the deluge of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her, thoughtPage thirty-two, if I remember correctly.
But this was ever so much better than anythingA Harlot’s Guidemight’ve described. She wondered if her married sisters knew about this…
Each thrust pushed Nicola against him, the tip of his cock hitting a special place inside her she never knew existed. ‘Twas connected to the center of her pleasure, sending her nearer and nearer to ecstasy.
And then his pace increased, and she realized both were holding their breath in anticipation. His hands dropped to her rear end, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled at her cheeks, exposing her most intimate areas to the night air.
Nicola shuddered with arousal, and he pushed upward once more, pausing with his arse off the chair as he gave a mighty roar.
She felt liquid warmth flooding her, and that sparked her own orgasm.
As his cock throbbed within her core, her muscles spasmed, milking him with her ecstasy. Each contraction sent her higher and higher, until she was gasping for breath.
Slowly, the lights flashing behind her eyelids dimmed, and her muscles loosened enough for her to collapse against him. The aftershocks of her release flashed through her veins and limbs, causing little spasms to grip his cock again.
It seemed to take forever for her heartbeat to return to normal, but how could Nicola object? Her bare breasts were pressed against Ramsay’s chest—allof her was pressed against Ramsay’s chest, held there by the strength of the arms wrapped around her back. He held her as if he never wanted to let her go, and in that moment, Nicola couldn’t fathom anything more wonderful.
He stirred, then dropped a kiss to her shoulder. She thought he might’ve murmured something against her skin, but with her pleasure still humming through her veins, ‘twas difficult to tell.
Her thighs twitched, little after-shocks of joy, and she marveled at the fact he was still buried deep inside her. Aye, she could feel him begin to soften, and knew that was to be expected. But the stickiness which connected them…
Thatwas the marvel.
By St. Crystal’s little finger, they were joined now. She hadn’tintendedto lose her virginity to him, but the moment had seemed right, and there was no way she would regret it. Not now, not ever.
Even if the act results in a bairn.
A bairn?
Nicola’s eyes widened, and she sat up straight.
A bairn. What they’d just did—this incredible act of bliss—was how babes were created. And in that moment, the idea of bearing Ramsay’s bairn didn’t feel completely horrible. He’d be a good father—she only had to watch him with Relic to know that—and he’d be honorable.
She’d be beholden to one wee creature for the rest of her life, and…
And she didn’t hate the sound of that.
“Nicola?”
His whisper cut through her happy daze. She turned a brilliant smile his way, wanting to confess her new realization.
But instead, she realizedhewas staring out the doors at the loch, wide-eyed and shocked. “Ramsay?” she prompted, suddenly concerned.
His gaze transferred slowly to her, and she saw surprise in the depths of that blue eye. “I remember,” he whispered. “Ye were right. I remember everything.”
Her hold on him tightened in excitement, but before she could respond to that incredible news, a voice interrupted them.
“Well, this is cozy,” Sister Mary Titania announced, her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “I see I should’ve required Lady Nicola’s presence at Compline. Well, come along, milady, and I’ll personally be standing guard at yer door tonight.”
Ramsay’s forehead hit her shoulder with a muttered curse.
Well, shite, indeed.
