Page 49 of Sighs of the Highland Wind
“Yes.” Her voice was a faint, husky whisper, and her body was seemingly out of her control. It was writhing on the bed at the behest of Maxwell’s lips, tongue, and teeth as he kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down her stomach to the little thatch of hair that covered her most sensitive spot.
Maxwell loved this part of making love to a woman—when he could inhale her smell, taste her juices, run his tongue through her soft folds and tease her fleshy little nub, then watch her face as she exploded in ecstasy. Before, it had lacked one vital element—love—but now that he had Kenna, that was no longer a problem. Everything was perfect.
“Max, please,” she moaned. “I need…”
“Need what, darling?” Maxwell asked, smiling up at her, eyes full of mischief.
“I don’t know,” she replied, mystified.
It was all so strange, wonderful, terrifying. He was doing things to her that she could never have imagined before, awakening strange sensations that she could only describe as heavenly.
Kenna felt his tongue touch the inside of her as he parted her folds with his thumb. At first she was shocked at his shameless actions, then everything was forgotten as his tongue began to work magic on her clitoris, circling it and licking it.
Finally he scraped it with his teeth playfully, and she screamed as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She was not sure if she could stand much more before he slid two fingers inside her and moved them in and out, stretching her ready for his entry.
She was breathing heavily, and her hands were clutching the bedsheets as if to stop herself from falling. She could hardly think anymore. Her world had narrowed down to the face, touch, and voice of this man who was doing such incredible things to her body.
“Kenna?” His voice was hoarse as he continued his sensuous assault on her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, Max.”
She felt him sliding up her body, and finally, he kissed her again, not sensually but hungrily.
“I love you,” he murmured, before he entered her at last, slowly, carefully, so that he would not hurt her.
Tonight was about his Kenna, and he would make sure that her first time was something she would look back on with joy, not with pain.
“What do you want, Kenna?” he whispered, kissing her again.
“I don’t know,” she replied, but her body seemed to as she arched her hips off the bed, almost without her own volition.
“I do.” Maxwell kissed her. “Relax, and I will take you somewhere magical.”
As he slid further into her, Kenna felt a sharp stab of pain, but it was gone so quickly that she had forgotten it a few seconds later. There was a delicious friction between Maxwell’s flesh and hers, and she felt a sensation of rightness, as though she had been incomplete without him inside her.
Yet she was still unsatisfied. Something was just out of her reach, something she needed to get to, but it was elusive. The more she reached for it, the further away it went, but she kept on striving. She had to grasp it. Suddenly, her life depended on it.
Now the feeling was becoming stronger, and as she held on to Maxwell’s powerful shoulders, he thrust into her twice more, and she finally reached what she had been seeking. A wave of sheer ecstasy washed over her, tossed and spun her until she was dizzy, then made her scream and shudder before she descended slowly into a blissful languor.
Maxwell had been holding back, waiting for Kenna. He knew the signs that would tell him she was approaching her climax, and as she arched her body up from the bed and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, he knew that she was almost there. He let himself go, thrusting harder and faster, striving with all his might. Then, he came, with one fierce final thrust that made him cry out in rapture as he spilled his seed inside his wife.
He had never felt anything so wonderful, and he knew that he had truly, for the first time in his life, made love to a woman. He had pleasured many, used many for his own enjoyment, but he had never loved one before.
Maxwell eased his weight onto his elbows and lay down beside Kenna, taking her with him so that they were lying face-to-face. As he watched, a little tremor shook her, part of the aftermath of her climax. She smiled, and so did he, loving the wonder in her eyes.
“I didn’t know it would be like that,” she murmured. “I had no idea.”
“You liked it?”
He kissed her lips softly.
“Yes!” She laughed. “Very much. Thank you, my love.”
“I was not the only one taking part!” he reminded her, chuckling. “But I must tell you something, Kenna. I have lain with other women, as you know, but this is the first time I have ever loved one, and it has made all the difference. I feel clean and happy. In fact, I feel like a new man. You did that to me.”
“You did it by yourself, my love,” Kenna said softly. “But I am glad. You make me feel so loved.”
Suddenly she gave a little moan as she felt him pull out of her and sit up.
