Twenty-Two
Connor’s head dipped down and kissed her. She was timid at first and then responded enthusiastically as she had downstairs. He pulled her tightly against him. Passion and fire erupted between them. His tongue rubbed hers and began a cat and mouse game. Her moans were low but as the passion grew, so did their volume.
Maddie’s hands delved into his thick soft mane, and pulled him closer yet. A growl of satisfaction rumbled in the back of his throat. Connor’s hands roamed all over her back and curves. His hands slipped to her backside and she pulled back, gasping. Connor took the opportunity to kiss her neck.
Maddie was breathless. Her moans were driving him crazy. She smelled so good, he almost lost control. He kissed one side of her neck and moved to the other, while his hands grabbed and massaged her backside.
“Connor…” she breathed, her voice thick with passion and wonder.
“Yes, Maddie?” he said in between kisses.
“I can’t catch my breath.”
“Let me remedy that.”
Connor leaned down and lifted her up. She placed her hands around his neck and stared into his blue eyes. They were now a smoldering blue. Maddie’s eyes were a rich honey color, twinkling gold as the candlelight flickered.
He placed her down on the bed and removed his clothing. She turned her head when she saw him in his full glory. He didn’t mean to stick that into her, did he? He was too big!
Connor settled on her left side and rested his left hand on her stomach, which was bouncing up and down because of her harsh breathing. He almost laughed at her blush. Lord, she truly was an innocent. He never thought anyone could die from embarrassment, but now he wasn’t so sure.
Connor turned her face toward him. Her eyes were large nuggets of gold.
“I’m scared. How is this going to work, Connor? Surely, you’re too large,” she whispered.
He smiled gently down at her and kissed her brow.
“It will be alright, my love.”
“But how do you know? I think you should reconsider.” She nodded her head as if to reinforce her point.
He laughed.
“I don’t think it’s funny. Maybe we weren’t supposed to marry, Connor. Measurements,” she nodded, as if that were the answer. He hadn’t the slightest idea what she was talking about now.
“Measurements?”
“Aye,” she nodded her head and smiled satisfactorily.
Connor closed his eyes and counted to ten.
“Measurements for what Maddie?”
“We should have taken you’re measurements before the wedding, Connor! Surely you see that this cannot continue!” she said in a near panic.
Connor decided to show her rather than explain. He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Passion blazed anew as her moans began again. He kissed a path down to her neck and began to lick and nibble the sensitive slope. Her hands came up and scored his back while she moaned his name.
“Connor…” she breathed.
His passion flared hotter. He trailed down to take a nipple in his mouth and she moaned loudly. He wanted to drive her crazy to the point where she would be mindless, but his plan was causing him to become the same.
Connor moved to the other nipple and sucked on it. She chanted his name over and over in wonder. She tugged on his hair, pleading for something more than he was giving.
“Connor, please. I’m going mad!” she said desperation.
In one swoop, Connor took the shift off and threw it on the floor. He went back to kissing her breasts. He moved from one nipple to the other, and back and forth until she was writhing. Connor kissed her stomach and she breathed in, causing it to slightly cave inwards. Her breath was as shallow as his. He was slowly being tormented. She tasted so wonderful and her moans were undoing his discipline.
Maddie’s hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, all the while repeating his name. He dipped down lower and before she knew what he was doing, he licked her most sensitive area.
“Connor!” she screamed in shock, trying to move away. “You mustn’t, Connor!”
He wouldn’t be deterred. He licked her, tasting her. He slipped a finger inside and she was so wet and tight, and hot. Dear God, give him patience.
Maddie gasped when he explored with his finger. She was in blissful Heaven, and surely it was a sin to feel this good. Her head was spinning. She felt his tongue flick over and over. Maddie reached down, grabbed his hair again, and moved her hips upwards.
“Connor!” she demanded.
He was going insane. He felt and heard her rising cries as she was getting close to release, and he flicked his tongue faster on her nub. He savored all of her, relishing in her taste and smell.
“Connor! Please!” she screamed.
“Let it go, love. Just feel,” he said, and licked her again.
Maddie’s hips jerked up and her hands tightened around his hair. Her moans grew louder and she kept repeating his name over and over in a chant.
Then she exploded, crying out his name.
Connor moved over her and pressed his throbbing cock against her opening. He looked down at her face as her orgasm rocked her. She tried to catch her breath, but couldn’t. He leaned down and kissed her.
“That was amazing,” she breathed.
“We’re not half done, love,” he said and laughed at her astonished face. “Do ye feel me?” he said, now breathless.
“Yes.”
He slowly eased in and it felt like paradise to him. She was so tight that she squeezed him, but slick enough so that he glided in. Her back arched as he sunk deeper. Connor stopped when he found her maidenhead.
“This will hurt, Maddie. I-”
Her hands cupped the sides of his face and she touched his damp forehead with hers.
“It’s alright, Connor. I love you.”
With that declaration making him feel invincible, he surged forward through the barrier. She cried out, her back arching higher. She began to whimper.
“Maddie, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please doona move. Keep still,” he whispered hoarsely. He just wanted to pound into her sheath, over and over again. His muscles tightened with restraint.
“I knew you wouldn’t fit!” she said, crying.
He smiled as he touched his forehead to hers again.
“I don’t think this is the time to laugh at me, Connor!” she said, tears falling from her eyes. She was breathing hard.
“We fit perfectly, Maddie.” He kissed her tenderly. “I’m nay laughing at ye, my love.”
She sniffed and asked him if it was over. He laughed and she grew outraged again. He kissed the frown off her face.
“Nay, it’s only just beginning,” he said as he moved out and glided in again.
Maddie gasped, her eyes looking into his. Their intense stare served to heighten their passion. He kissed her and soon their passion reignited.
Maddie was mindless again, scoring his back. He was taking it slowly, trying to get her as hot as she was before he entered her. Her chant of his name told him he’d succeeded.
He slowly withdrew and thrust back in, grunting. God! She felt like Heaven! He kissed her neck and her forehead, and bit her earlobe. Connor whispered her name next to her ear. She responded by chanting his name again and again. Connor withdrew and she moved her hips upwards as to not let him out. He smiled, and thrust deep into her.
“Connor!”
Her head was moving from side to side in passion. She bit her lip as her eyes rolled back.
“You feel so good. You fill me and it feels amazing.”
Maddie’s nails bit into his back. He would have marks on his skin, and he’d wear them proudly. Maddie was vocal in her enjoyment of their coupling. Her chanting, groaning, and scraping nails undid him.
Connor withdrew and surged in repeatedly. He withdrew and thrust forward. She felt like a vice around him, and his body hummed with pleasure.
“Connor, please!”
He pumped faster and faster. He was groaning from the tightness of her sheath. Every inch of his length was squeezed and gripped by her inner muscles. It was like nothing he had ever felt before with other women. She was made for him, like a scabbard for its sword.
Connor pumped harder. He felt the heavenly tingling begin. Pressure gathered at the base of his spine, while his cock was milked by her tight passage. The bed began to squeak from his thrusts. The squeaks, her moans, and his grunts all competed to be heard.
Connor couldn’t take it any longer. He moved his hands down to where they were joined and he rubbed her sensitive nub. Her back arched and she yelled his name. Maddie was completely crazed with passion.
Connor withdrew and slammed into her.
Over and over.
Over and over.
He leaned down, took a nipple into his mouth, and she cried out.
“Oh God, Connor! Don’t stop!”
Finally, when he felt her shudder and squeeze his cock, he allowed his own release. He growled as his seed spilled into her and she cried out his name.
Connor’s head rested in the crook of her neck. The wisps of hair resting close to her ear moved with each of his forceful breaths. Maddie heard him panting. Her arms were wrapped around his back and she was crying again.
He slowly moved onto his elbows and looked down at her, a worried frown was on his face.
“I’m sorry, Maddie, that I hurt ye,” he said, looking into her beautiful eyes. He was panting hard, trying to gulp in enough air. What he had just experienced with his wife stirred him deeply.
She surprised him by shaking her head.
“I’m crying because it was so beautiful, Connor. I never imagined I could feel this way. It was so freeing, so incredible. I love you,” she said in wonder. “I love you so very much.”
“I love ye, Maddie.” His voice was thick and hoarse. She wasn’t the only who’d experienced an emotional coupling.
Connor kissed her slowly and moved onto the bed. He settled on his back and pulled her into his embrace. The rush was ebbing, and he was slowly catching his breath.
“You’ve given me so much, Connor, and I have not given you anything. What can I give you?” Her eyes were intense as she stared up at him. “I wish there was something I had-”
He hushed her and gave her a squeeze.
“Ye have already given me all I wanted.”
She didn’t ask him to clarify his statement. His caressing ministrations, a light brushing of his fingertips over her smooth, soft back, robbed her of consciousness. Gradually, Maddie fell asleep but Connor remained awake. He was confused. He didn’t know what to say, think, or feel.
What could he say?
He had never in his life experienced what he just had with his innocent little bride. ‘Tis the truth, none of the other women he had ever been with were as uninhibited as she was, nor had any of them made him feel half of what he felt tonight.
Even in her innocence, she was able to teach him. She taught him that there was a difference between making love and rutting. She had taught him that surrendering to this love and its emotions could make him feel exposed. This was a vulnerability he’d never felt before- not in the battlefield and certainly not in bed.
Until now.
Until her.
She scared the bloody hell out of him.