A Year and a Day (9 page)

With his lips against her skin, he felt her abdomen tense and heard her take a breath to speak again, but he moved a little lower and it escaped in a slow shudder.

Cait’s fingers continued their feeble protest, rooting in his wavy locks and making a meager effort to drag him off, but he continued unabated. Moving steadily lower, he was soon nuzzling the triangle of soft brown curls that hid her sex. A second later, he was pressing his lips into the wet slit between her legs.

She was
so
wet! It wasn’t the water that had stilled from the bath, but purely her own arousal that had left her drenched. He pushed his nose into the dampness, enjoying the musky perfume of her sex before parting his lips to taste.

“Oh!” Cait moaned when the tip of his tongue into her folds. He started slowly, lapping shallowly until he found the swollen nub of her clit.

He was too close to see, but could imagine it dark and flushed, engorged, as it was, with the blood that pounded beneath her skin. He could feel her pulse in his tongue. It echoed the aching in his own body- an ache centered in his almost painfully erect cock..

It wasn’t time for his own gratifi
Cait
ion yet, Ewan thought, appeasing himself with the promise that he would have her very soon. He concentrated on the task at hand, smiling to himself before capturing the nub of nerves between his lips and tongue and biting lightly.

Cait jolted as if she’d been shot. Her entire back arched off the floor and against his lips.

Ewan smiled. “Is this
nice
?” he asked, knowing that the puffs of his breath would flutter against her skin, only heightening her arousal.

He wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t answer.

He only waited an instant. Quite frankly, he didn’t want her to find her voice, didn’t want her to have any opportunity to stop him because, although he’d started to prove a point, he was far from eager to stop.

Ewan loved women,
all
women:  b
ig ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, redheads, blondes
.
He loved the feel of their sleek bodies under his lips, loved the smell of them and the gentle moans and grunts that he could rip from their throats. He was always anxious to tempt and please them. Yet, in all his experience, he could never remember being more desperate to bring a woman pleasure than he was in that moment. A part of it was ego, he confessed. Cait would never call him “
nice
” again- but there was more. She was so exquisitely sensitive. More than merely a virgin, her tiny white body was an empty page for him to fill
-
and she had raw talent too!

Ewan groaned when, unexpectedly, he felt pressure against his cock. Cait’s stocking-clad foot had lifted off the floor to shyly rub against him, stoking the already raging inferno beneath his skin.

“Tart,” he scolded, and then set t
o punishing her: smothering the bud of her sex
beneath heavy, slow drags of his tongue. Cait’s fingers twisted in his hair, her short nails digging into his scalp as he continued the devastating assault, alternating the licking with nibbling and suckling the aching bud.

She was close, but not close enough. Ewan could feel her muscles coiling and tightening and beginning to shake, but his mouth alone wasn’t enough to bring her over the edge. With a wicked grin that she couldn’t see he moved his hand from where it was still casually groping her chest and slipped it between her legs. She was so wet. She didn’t even seem to notice when he slid his finger inside her body, but then he added a second, and then a third until she was ready to snap.

“
Nice,
” Ewan dragged his lips away just long enough to whisper the word. Then, with a suddenness that stole her breath, he curled two fingers inside her at the same time he bit down on the bud of nerves. There was a moment of breathless stillness- and then she
shattered
.

The force of her release was so overwhelming. Merely watching was nearly enough to drag his own body over the edge. He looked up just in time to see her face: frozen in a grimace of pleasure while a high, keening cry bled from her lips- along with a few choice words that he wouldn’t expect a lady to know.

Finally assured that he’d proved his point, Ewan’s attentions shifted to his own body’s urgent demands. Cait’s toes had still been teasing him to the end, but that light pressure was not enough to give him the satisfaction he craved.

He crawled up her body, pausing long enough to breath into her ear, “I’m going to take you now,” and then he was, sinking into her body even as it continued to quiver and twitch in its own release.

Cait had never imagined that it felt like this. In all her star-eyed fantasies about Ewan, in all the flashes and twinges that smiles from him evoked, she’d never begun to consider that it was all building to this. Her body felt like it was being wrung of sensation from head to toe. It was exquisite torture, and just when she thought it would end, it started over, with Ewan’s huge cock surging between her legs.

Cait’s body was still sore from his first possession, and so an edge of pain sliced through the pleasure, rendering the rest somehow more acute. Ewan was so enormous. She felt as if she was being pushed apart as her body stretched to welcome his invasion.

She worried that she wasn’t playing her part, but was too bonelessly sated to do anything more than lock her weary arms around Ewan’s neck as he pounded between her legs. He seemed to be finding his pleasure without her assistance. Sooner than she had expected, her own nerves were stirring again.

“God,
Cait
!” Ewan sounded half-strangled when he clutched one of her legs and wound it around her hip. The action changed his angle of entry, so that he was striking bluntly against her hip with every thrust. They rocked together a half dozen times more. Then, just as his cock began to twitch with its own release, she climaxed again.

The second jolt of ecstasy was less overwhelming than the first, but still exquisite. She rode it out, clinging to Ewan’s shoulders until it ended and she collapsed in a sweaty heap.

Ewan followed a second later, tumbling down on her chest. He laid there until she started to squirm, and then slid off so that his body was arranged behind her, but his head was still resting on her chest.

Cait laid very still for a time, enjoying the companionable silence. She started a bit when Ewan reached a hand up to her hair, but she quickly regained composure. She closed her eyes again, concentrating on the feel of his nimble fingers raking through his hair until she felt that someone had to speak.

“That was…” she began softly. Then, to her embarrassment, remembered that it was hardly ladylike to speak about what they’d just done at all- much
less
whether of not it was spectacular.

Luckily, Ewan offered a rescue. “
Nice
,” he said wryly.

Cait laughed, the tension evaporating instantaneously. She socked him on the arm. “That will be enough out of you!” she giggled, but stopped abruptly when she saw his face.

It was oddly serious, and she didn’t understand when he started to shake his head. “No,” he whispered and traced her cheek with the tip of his thumb, “Not
nearly
enough.”

Cait caught her breath, wondering what the odd declaration could possibly mean, but she didn’t have a chance to work it out before Ewan rolled to his feet. Their adventures had left more than half of the bathwater on the floor, so all of the towels were wet, but he found the driest one and tossed it in her direction. “We should try to sleep.”

Cait nodded her head demurely. Then, long years of habit caused her to ask, “Is there anything else you need before I go?”

“Go?” Ewan growled,
Cait
ching her wrist again. Cait was beginning to suspect that her shoulder would be disjointed by the end of a year and a day.

“Y-yes,” she responded, unsettled by the sudden alteration of his mood.

“Go where?” he demanded.

“To…to my room,” Cait answered quietly, beginning to wonder if Ewan wasn’t quite done with her. She was exhausted and sore, and yet, her body still sizzled at the thought.

“This
is
your room,” Ewan said darkly, “At least…” he began, but changed his mind. “This is where you are sleeping from now on,” he said at last, and in a tone that indi
cat
ed that the matter had been fully decided.

Cait bit her lip, wondering if she dared defy him. She didn’t pretend that sleeping with Ewan-
really
sleeping with him in a bed- didn’t hold appeal, but mingled with the potential pleasure was a gripping fear. She was already in love with him. How much further could she slip before there was no recovery- before she wasn’t able to live without him at
all?
Remaining separate, as much as possible, was the only defense
that
she could devise.

Unfortunately, Ewan didn’t know what she was thinking or, if he did,
he
didn’t appear prepared to give a great deal of consideration to her concerns. He steered her roughly toward his-
their
- bed, almost pushing her into the feathery tangle of quilts before climbing after.

Cait was facing away from Ewan and couldn’t see what he was doing behind her. She thought that she could guess when his strong, tanned forearm slipped around her waist and crushed her to his chest. However, there was no huge arousal pressing back against her bottom. In fact, Ewan didn’t move again at all. He yawned deeply, his chin settled on the top of her head and then, to her utter amazement, his breathing fell into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep.

Cait was suspicious. Any moment, she expected her husband to come awake and pounce on her again. Otherwise, what was the point of keeping her in his room? Still, as the minutes wore on, her eyelids began to droop. It
was
comfortable in Ewan’s bed, buried beneath four quilts
, snuggled up against his chest
with one large, rough palm settled squarely o
n her chest. It
was much warmer than her own garret room. The sounds around her: Ewan’s breathing and the steady throbbing of his
heart, were also soothing. Be
fore she knew it, she was fast asleep as well.

Cait awoke the next morning to sunshine and bird song and a feeling of delicious peace. She couldn’t
ever
remember having slept so well, and so she kept her eyes closed a few minutes longer, enjoying the comfort of a warm, cozy bed. Then, with a little sigh she stretched - then gasped when she knocked against something warm and hard- another person’s legs!

Cait’s eyes snapped open, and she felt a double flare of panic: she was in bed with a strange man- and she was
hideously
late to begin her work!

Cait flung the quilts back and tried to bolt from bed, but a strong male arm prevented her escape. “Not…mmmmmrph….yet….” came a sleepy mumble from behind her head, but she didn’t look back. She struggled harder, and then squealed when, instead of letting her go, the arm tightened. Finally, Cait spun around.

Up until that moment, her memories had not kicked in. They returned in a rush when they met her new husband’s sleepy face. “Ewan!” she exclaimed.

His pale blue eyes were only barely opened, and became even smaller slits when they crinkled into a smile. “Do I want to know who else you might have been expecting?” he said lightly, but with a tiny possessive edge.

“No, I…er…I had….” Cait’s cheeks flushed crimson. Luckily, Ewan didn’t let her suffer, abruptly, silencing her with a heavy kiss. When he pulled away again, Cait was dizzy, but she shook the feeling off with determination as she resumed her struggle to get out of bed. “Ewan! Let me go!”

“What if I say I don’t want to?” he said obstinately, tucking her back into his arms and making something of a show of snuggling down into his pillow again.

“Then I’ll be in trouble!” Cait insisted, real fear settling in when she thought about what might happen if she caught her lounging around in bed- with the
Laird
’s nephew no less! She hadn’t been afraid of Ewan punishing her for disobedience the night before. Mrs. Gibbons was usually a pleasant sort, but she was known to have fits of temper, and was known to order a solid thrashing where she thought it might do some good.