Page 129 of Sighs of the Highland Wind
The Laird’s eyes flicked over to Tearlach, who was trying not to smile, because sleep was the last thing on his mind.
Laird McMillan stood up and struck his glass with his spoon for silence. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he called. “Is it not time we let Mister and Mistress McLachlan have some - er - rest?”
There was a gust of laughter at his speech, but when he stood up and held up his whisky glass a chorus of voices joined him in wishing the happy couple good health and happiness.
“Sláinte Mhath!” he called, then he escorted them to the foot of the main staircase, where he gave Tearlach a key. He smiled at both of them and put a hand on Tearlach’s shoulder. “Thank you for your service,” he said warmly. He smiled at Norah and kissed her hand, then he was gone.
When they reached the door, Tearlach unlocked it, then pushed the door open before sweeping Norah into his arms. “Happy weddin’ day, my darlin’,” he said huskily, before advancing into the chamber and setting her down on the floor.
Norah smiled into his beautiful green eyes. “At last,” she breathed. “I never thought we would really be alone together, Tearlach. I know much hard work went into our wedding, but all I wanted was to be here with you.”
“I know,” Tearlach whispered, as he gently pulled all the pins out of Norah’s hair so that it tumbled down her back in a shining river.
Norah’s scalp tingled as he slid his fingers through the golden strands, and felt herself swell up with so much love and joy, she could hardly contain it. She flattened her palms against his chest and leaned into him, inhaling the musk of his skin and feeling the bulk of his muscles under her hands.
He pulled her closer to him, and she felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against the base of her belly, and her body responded in its usual way with a flood of warm moisture and a sweet ache. Fortunately, she had asked Caitrin about what went on between a man and a woman a short time previously, because her father had neglected to tell her, or have her educated about the facts of life.
Presently, Tearlach bent to kiss her, and as if a fire had started between them, passion flared into life. He thrust his tongue into his mouth to tangle with hers, and she responded by grinding her hips hard against him, making him growl with need. When he tore his mouth away from hers, his eyes were dark with desire.
“Oh my Norah,” he whispered. “You have nae idea how long I have dreamed of this moment, how many hours I have lain awake just thinking about you. Ye are the love of my life an’ I will never let ye go. I will never let anybody harm ye.”
Norah cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly, then she felt his fingers at the front of her dress as he began to unlace her bodice. She smiled at the concentration on his face as he removed each item of her clothing until she was standing in her thin shift. Her peaked nipples showed through it clearly, and because he could hold himself back no longer, he bent to suckle one through the filmy garment.
Norah had never felt anything so sublime, and she moaned at the sensation of the warm wetness of his lips suckling, and his strong teeth scraping the pebbly hardness of her buds.
“I need you on the bed,” he said huskily, as he once more swept her into his arms and laid her tenderly on it. Norah watched in fascination as he stripped his clothes off so fast that they might have been burning him, and presently she was gazing at the most magnificent sight she had ever witnessed.
He was nothing like what she had imagined. When she saw the breadth of his shoulders, the shape of the muscles on his chest and the tiny ones that ran down his stomach to his waist, she was amazed.
Everything about him was so different: he was angular where she was curved, hard and muscled where she was soft, hairy where she was smooth. Her gaze traveled up his thighs and came to the part of him that was most different of all, a round rod of hard flesh that looked impossibly huge. Her eyes widened and she swallowed nervously as she gazed at it.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” Tearlach said, as he climbed onto the bed beside her. “But I promise that you will be fine, sweetheart. Men and women were meant to be together as one body, an’ we two are nae different from everyone else.”
“You won’t hurt me?” she asked fearfully.
“Only the first time, an’ just a wee bit,” he answered, as he smiled at her. “But I promise I will not do anythin’ ye don’t want. If ye tell me to stop I will. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” Norah whispered, then Tearlach pulled her shift over his head and tossed it away to the corner of the room before kissing her hungrily.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumb over its hardened nipple, then resumed the sensual assault he had begun through her shift, as he took it into his mouth and began to suckle and nibble it gently.
The sensation was so incredibly delicious that Norah could hardly stand it, and she moaned with pleasure as he changed sides to suckle the other breast. At the same time he gently twisted and ran his thumb over the nipple of the one he had just left.
Norah was writhing on the bed, hardly able to bear the pleasure he was giving her. She gripped the soft coverlet in her fists, desperately trying to find something to hang onto while Tearlach continued his relentless sensual assault on her body. She was gasping and her head was thrashing from side to side on the pillows as he worked his magic.
She felt bereft when he moved his lips away from her breasts, but it was only to kiss her lips again, and presently a new sensation began. She gave a little squeal as she felt his finger invading her entrance, pushing inside slowly, withdrawing and advancing over and over again. It was heavenly. Could this become any better?
Tearlach looked up and saw the expression of utter delight on her face. It was such a privilege to give such pleasure to the woman he loved, knowing that soon there would be even more. He wanted to take her to a place she had never dreamed of before.
He bent to sweep his tongue through her soft wet folds, then nibbled on the little nub that he knew would bring her the most delight. “Good?” he asked huskily.
Norah could hardly speak, but she nodded frantically. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. He began to sweep his tongue over her swollen clitoris.
The sensation was akin to torture of the sweetest kind. It seemed that a madness was overtaking Norah as her hips arched off the bed of their own volition. She clung to Tearlach, holding onto the thick auburn mass of his hair as he carried her into a realm of delight she could never have imagined.
When he stopped to kiss her again, she could taste herself on his lips, and as he drew away to look into her eyes she begged, “please, Tearlach. I cannot wait any longer.”
Tearlach had never been so glad to hear any words in his life, since the stress of holding back waiting for Norah to be ready was killing him. He had promised himself that this would be her night, and he would take things slowly and carefully so that she would be ready when the time came. Now he was almost painfully hard, and although his every male instinct was telling him to push inside her and not stop until he had spilled his seed, still he held back.
