Page 37 of Never Kiss a Scot
“It can be frightening. The first time I lay with a woman, I thought I was about to die—it felt good and terrible all at once. That passes. You won’t be afraid the next time.”
She placed her hand in his as he drew her up from the chair and pulled her into his arms, simply holding her to him, embracing her.
“Lovemaking should be tender and gentle the first time. Later, when a man and woman feel comfortable and know each other better, it can be wild, fierce,powerful.” He coiled his hand into her damp hair, pulling lightly at the base of her neck so that she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Forget what you’ve heard from other ladies. When you and I share a bed, it will be about mutual pleasure.” His voice was deep and hypnotic, lulling her into a sensual trance. “You understand, lass?”
Joanna nodded, spellbound by the soft allure of his gaze and his rich, rumbling voice.
“Good.” He lowered his head, and just as his lips touched hers, her heart throbbed in her ears and her pulse quickened into an erratic rhythm. Her soft curves molded into the hard lines of his body as she sank into his arms. His mouth covered hers hungrily, his lips persuasive and seductive, setting her body aflame. She was only barely aware of his hands removing her dressing gown and the sensation of cool air caressing her bare skin before she was consumed again by the tender ravishment of his mouth. The fabric of his dressing gown was soft and ticklish against her. She almost sighed in disappointment when it fell to the floor, but then the searing heat of their naked bodies touching sent shockwaves through her. He showered her with kisses along her lips and jaw as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Brock laid her on her back, and she shivered as he gazed down upon her naked body. She wanted to cover herself, to hide from him, but she worried that if she did he would stop, and she didn’t want that, no matter how nervous she was.
“Lass,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re beautiful. So much it near hurts me to look at you.” He cupped her face and trailed one hand down her body, a fingertip exploring her nipples, then her navel before pausing above her mound.
Joanna’s breath caught in her throat as he knelt down by the foot of the bed and gently nudged her legs apart. “Brock, wha—”
He placed a kiss upon her mound, and she gasped. The sensation of his warm breath down there was…shocking.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him do whatever it was he was going to do.
“No, it’s just… I didn’t know that men did that.”
Brock’s chuckle made her blush. “Not all men, but the best lovers do. ’Tis a pleasurable spot for a woman.” He placed another kiss, this one closer to her sensitive bud, and she wriggled, trying to escape and yet get closer at the same time. He gripped her thighs, pressing them open as he moved his mouth lower still. Joanna nearly shot off the bed when his tongue flicked against her sensitive folds. Sheer exquisite pleasure rippled through her, making her legs shake. She had never felt anything like this before.
“That feels…good,” she gasped, starting to lose some of her shyness as the sensations began to overwhelm her. Brock licked her again, then sucked the pearl of her bud between his lips, and she cried out as sharp pleasure exploded within her. Every muscle inside her tightened and then went completely lax, and she sank deep into the bed, strangely euphoric. Her husband was gifted with a magical mouth.
“How was that?” Brock asked with a chuckle as he stood up between her thighs.
“Wonderful,” she sighed, and then she gasped as she felt him push her thighs wide again. She opened her eyes and watched as he gripped his shaft and nudged her entrance. She didn’t mean to tense, but the sight of him, massive, erect, was daunting to say the least.
“Try to be calm,” he murmured as he leaned over the bed, bracing one arm by her head so he could kiss her. She fisted the sheets by her thighs, instinctively trying to close her legs against him, but all she could do was squeeze his hips with her knees. He pressed deep, shaft penetrating hard, and something sharp stung her inside. She whimpered against his lips as he moved out a little and rocked back in, and then she cried at the new flash of pain as he sank fully into her. Their bodies were pressed tight, and she wriggled beneath him, trying to escape the uncomfortable pain he caused.
“Kiss me, Joanna,” he whispered gently and feathered his lips over hers.
She did kiss him, because she was desperate to be distracted by his intoxicating kisses. She uncurled her fingers from the sheets and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Their breath mingled as she opened her lips for his questing tongue, and the panic from before softened. The pain receded after a moment, and when he moved, withdrawing slightly before sliding back, it felt better. She was still sore, but there were new sensations now. The pleasure from before was coming back, yet it felt strange, more intense somehow, now that it was combined with the power of being filled by him. The sensation of being connected to him, she a part of him and he a part of her was something she never could have imagined possible. Their kisses grew slightly rougher, and it was exciting, wicked, and wonderful.
She shifted her legs higher on Brock’s body, the heels of her feet pressing into his lower back. Their mouths broke apart as he strengthened his thrusts. Their eyes locked as he gripped her hip with one hand, holding her still so she did not slide up the bed. Brock grunted, and Joanna found the primal sound both exciting and erotic.
They didn’t speak—she merely clung to him, her fingers digging into his bare shoulders as he thrust over and over into her, owning her body, claiming her as his wife in the most ancient way a man could. His eyes devoured her, and she felt as if she couldn’t hold on to her body anymore. She came apart, her eyes temporarily blinded by a flash of sparks as a fresh wave of pleasure raced through her.
He murmured something soft and seductive in Gaelic, thrust twice more, and went still, his body pressing heavily onto hers. She didn’t mind his weight on her, but she knew he was still standing, awkwardly bent over the bed which could not be comfortable. Joanna stroked his face, smiling in a daze.
“Can you move, Brock?”
He lifted his head, still breathing hard. “Am I too heavy?”
She shook her head. “No, but it must be uncomfortable for you to stand there. Why don’t we pull the covers back and get into bed?”
“I like that idea.” He pushed off her, and she winced a little as he withdrew from her body. His shaft was streaked with blood, hers. She was a little embarrassed, but she was also glad it was over. She had consummated her marriage with her husband. They were truly married now.
Brock wet a cloth from the basin and cleaned himself. He returned to the bed and kissed her as he gently wiped her thighs. Then he helped pull back the covers, and they slid under the sheets together. The feather tick mattress was little old and lumpy. Once his bigger body settled in beside her, she rolled into him with a startled gasp. He caught her by the waist, laughing softly. She laughed as well, then ducked her head shyly.
“Still all right?” he asked.
“Yes. It came as a shock at first, but there at the end…” She couldn’t finish, but instead pressed her lips to his throat. He was so deliciously warm.
“It was nice, I hope?” He sounded a little vulnerable, which seemed so unlike the Brock she was used to. The one who was usually so full of quiet confidence.
