Page 92 of Sighs of the Highland Wind
“You are wearing too many clothes,” he growled.
“Then take them off, husband!” Ava ordered. She lifted her arms above her head, and Cameron leaned down to the hem of her shift then pulled it over her head, baring her to his gaze.
“Oh, god,” he breathed as his eyes roved over her. “You are adorable, Ava.” He took in the creamy globes of her breasts, her softly rounded hips, and the long shapely columns of her legs. Lastly, he looked at the little bush of russet hair at the top of her legs, and became even harder, if that was possible. He hungered desperately to be inside her.
Feeling his eyes upon her, Ava had to resist the instinctive impulse to cover herself with her hands. She felt her cheeks growing hot before she realized that she was the only one of them who was naked.
Trying to project an air of confidence, she reached out and unbuckled his kilt, but she held it up for a moment, afraid to let it drop to the ground. It was Cameron who took the fabric from her hands and let it drop to the floor, and this time it was Ava’s turn to stare.
She had been told by Mary, her maid, who was married, what to expect when she saw a man’s erection for the first time, but nothing really prepared her for the reality. She stared in horrified fascination at the rigid piece of Cameron’s flesh that was pointing towards her like a weapon.
When she finally looked up, Ava saw that he had a slight smile on his face. It was fond and indulgent, telling her silently that he understood.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said gently. “We were made to fit together, my darlin’.” He stepped forward and took her in his arms again, and Ava felt the hard ridge of his flesh pressing against her belly. It was both delightful and terrifying, but she was filled with an unfulfilled need, one that was becoming stronger and stronger by the second.
She pressed herself against him and ground her hips from side to side, driven by some primitive instinct she had not known she possessed. She heard Cameron’s animal growl, then he swepther into his arms and laid her on the bed before lying down beside her.
“What do you want, my love?” he asked tenderly. “Tell me an’ I will give it to ye.”
“I want you,” Ava replied simply. “An’ I don’t want to wait any longer, Cam. I-I heard that there are things a man does to a woman to make things - well…” She ran out of words and was unable to express herself properly.
“Pleasurable?” Cameron supplied. “I will do nothin’ that is against your wishes, Ava. I am at your command. I am your slave. Do with me what you will. Enjoy me as I will enjoy you, because comin’ together is not somethin’ we do out o’ duty, but somethin’ that binds us together in love. Now, do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Oh, yes,” Ava felt herself flooding with warm wetness and a sweet fluttering sensation pulsed between her legs, but it was stronger now than it had ever been before. “I am ready for you. Take me now - I don’t want to wait another second.”
She saw Cameron frown. “Are you sure, Ava? There are many things we can do first that will make it even better for you.”
She nodded frantically. “Now, please, Cam. Not a second longer.”
She watched him as he settled between her legs, pushing her wide open for his entrance, but he hesitated at the last moment.
“Are you sure, Ava?” he asked. “I could make things so much more -”
Ava felt a surge of irritation, but crushed it at once, knowing that he was trying to make sure that everything was perfect for her.“Now, please, Cam.” She felt him at her entrance, then he eased forward slowly, looking into her eyes as he did so.
Ava felt herself stretching, then there was a sharp stinging pain that made her tense involuntarily, but it was over in seconds, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Cameron kissed her lips, and any lingering discomfort was immediately chased away by the soft warmth of his mouth. As she breathed in the indefinable scent of his body and felt him fill her, something heavenly began to happen. She arched her hips up to him without her own volition, as if her body had a will of its own.
Then, it was as though she was climbing towards the top of a mountain, and every thrust of Cameron’s body inside her was pushing her further upwards, towards the peak. There was a second when she thought she would never reach it, then she was there, and she screamed as waves of almost unbearable ecstasy washed over her again and again. Ava had never felt anything so glorious, and as she came down to earth, she clung to Cameron, burying her face in the nook between his neck and shoulder till she had stopped shaking.
Cameron roared out Ava’s name when the fiercest climax he had ever experienced slammed into him. The moment he buried himself in the soft moistness of her body and felt her flesh closing around him, he knew that his whole life had been leading up to this moment.
Ava was warm, wet, and she welcomed him with cries of rapture, raising her body in a rhythm with him that was as old as time itself. God, how he loved this woman!
When they had both come down to earth, they lay smiling at each other while recovering their breath, warm and sated in the afterglow of passion.
“I love you so very much,” Cameron whispered, pulling her against him.
“I love you more,” Ava countered, chuckling.
“Was it what you expected?” he asked. “I am no’ asking you for praise, Ava, just honesty, because I want every time we make love to be something you enjoy and look forward to, as I will. I want to make it better every time.”
Ava looked into his shining eyes and saw love mixed with a little uncertainty. “It was better than I expected, Cam. It was the most wonderful experience of my life.”
“I want to make it better still,” he declared tenderly.
“How can it be better?” Ava asked, puzzled. “Cam - I have never felt anything so astonishing!”
