Page 45 of The Highlander's Virgin Nun
“Ye are quite magnificent yerself, Me Laird,” Rosaline managed through an almost choked breath.
She had never seen a man’s naked body before. She had always thought that a man’s sex in real life would be daunting, intimidating, but his manhood showed his strength, his ability. She felt an immediate desire to touch it.
“Thank ye very much,” Caelan whispered. He climbed onto the bed, wedged his knee between her legs, and braced his hand by her head. “Wait till ye see what I can do with it.”
Planting one final kiss on her lips, Caelan trailed his lips down her neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, and hips, enlivening each inch of skin but wasting no time arriving at the main destination.
He spread her legs with his hands and knelt between them. He ever so lightly brushed his finger across her sex, barely touching her, making her body quiver in anticipation.
He teased her for a few more moments, making her shove her hands in her hair in frustration, before he finally licked the tips of his fingers and applied some more pressure.
He pleasured her with his hands, rousing each part of her that she had only recently discovered, sending that familiar warm flow of energy through her as she relaxed into his touch. Then, just as she was reaching the edge, her toes curling into the bedsheets and her hands gripping onto his shoulders, he stopped.
Rosaline threw her head back and laughed. He was toying with her.
“Nae so fast,” he whispered, rising from between her thighs and lying beside her on the bed. “I’m goin’ to tease ye a wee while longer.”
He ran his fingers up and down her skin as if tracing the lines on a map. His movements were so light that they tickled, making her giggle quietly.
Gradually, he stroked her from the tips of her shoulders, down her sternum, her thighs, to her toes. He drew a line back up her other leg, moving inward as he rose, until he once again settled between her legs.
This time, his hand moved faster and harder, rubbing her until she moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing grew erratic as she neared her climax, and just then he pulled away once more. She whined, desperate for more.
Now Caelan was hovering over her, his member resting teasingly between her legs. He leaned forward and whispered, “Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
Rosaline shook her head, desperate for the climax she had almost reached twice. “Please start.”
Caelan smiled and, leaning over her, guided his member inside her. She instantly felt full, and a breath escaped her as she adjusted to his size. She studied his face and saw his own pleasure there too. His lips parted on a deep exhale of satisfaction. His eyes rolled to the back of his head but then refocused on her, taking her all in.
As she moved her hips slowly back and forth, he ran a hand over her breasts, waist and hips, enjoying her body from the inside and the outside.
Rosaline eventually relaxed, allowing him to take control and pleasure them both.
As his thrusts quickened and became erratic, her body neared the peak again, drawing closer to that release she had been craving. He thrust in and out of her faster and faster, and she watched as his pectorals tightened and his arms bulged and strained under his weight. The muscles in his thighs rippled and contracted as he slammed into her, and his breath came in short groans.
She felt the blood in her veins sing, and her mind went blissfully quiet. Her back arched, and she fisted her hands in the bedsheets as Caelan thrust into her one final time. Their moans rose in the air as they climaxed together.
Rosaline felt that calm elation wash over her as her body sagged into the mattress, spent and satisfied.
Caelan pulled out of her and collapsed beside her.
“Rosaline Moore,” he panted. “What a joy it is to be married to ye.”
They laughed together as they lay in one another’s arms, entirely taxed after a long day and a beautiful evening together.
“I hope that felt good,” Caelan whispered after a while. “It certainly did for me.”
“It was wonderful,” Rosaline assured him, nestling closer.
He pulled the bedcovers over them and blew out the candles beside the bed, shrouding them both in darkness.
Rosaline felt sleep drag her under as her body went lax, and she drifted into dreams of what her life would be like now that she was a laird’s wife.
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When Rosaline awoke the next morning, she was disappointed to find no Caelan in her bed. The spot where he had been was no longer warm and inviting, but empty.
She sat up and looked around for him but only found a note on the bedside table.
