Cait was going to be an exceptional mother for his baby, Ewan thought, recalling how fond she was of reading, and the skill he knew that she possessed in french, and dancing and the domestic arts. He hoped that they would have a daughter to inherit those skills. Then, just as soon as the thought had formed, he squelched it. He’d need a son, of course-and there wouldn’t be time for two babies, would there?
Maybe Muira was right, Ewan thought, studying Cait. Maybe he could make this work for longer than a year. It wouldn’t mean a lot of changes-not for him anyhow, and the prospect of being settled was rapidly gaining appeal.
At that moment, Cait made a whimper in her sleep.
Ewan’s eyes snapped to her face, searching for any other sign of distress, but she calmed quickly. She shifted in her sleep, causing her head to lose the support of the back of the chair, and hand forward at an awkward angle. It would hurt the next morning if he let her sleep that way. Deciding that it was time that they were both snug in bed, Ewan stepped forward to collect his wife and carry her to the mattress.
Using extreme care, so as not to disturb her, Ewan bent over her body and slipped an arm beneath her knees. He used the leverage to gently ease her out of the chair. Then he slid another arm behind her head and lifted her up.
She was so light. Ewan didn’t think that she weighed more than a child as he easily carried her to his-their- double bed and tucked her between the quilts.
“Mmmmmm…” Cait stirred briefly, snuggling her body down into the feather mattress, but then she was still again. Ewan smiled warmly and watched her a few more minutes before, with a yawn, he stripped and then climbed into bed himself.
Ewan was the first to wake the next morning. It was much, much earlier than he’d managed to wake up the day before. At first, he wasn’t certain what had awoken him-then he heard a loud crack of thunder.
He groaned. Bad weather would delay Lachlan’s search party at least another day-which meant another day of wondering about the identity of the people who’d attacked him, and another day of worrying about whether they’d come back. On the other hand, he thought as he looked at his bonnie new wife, it also meant another day to work on their little project.
Cait was still sound asleep, and so he resolved to wait for her to wake. The volume of the tempest outside was rising. The thunder was accompanied by pounding rain and the high, shrill whistle of wind. It took only one more heavy BOOM from outside before another sound was joined by another: the terrified whine of a little child. Ewan assumed that it was one of his nieces or nephews down the hall.
He listened to the sound, and contemplated getting out of bed. He knew that his sister was close by, and that the children had a nurse. He assumed that one of them had taken care of it, however, because the sound was quickly ended. Although the storm continued to build. From the shuffling and creaking sounds that drifted in from the halls, he assumed that most of the castle had been jarred awake,but still Cait slept on.
Was she feigning? Ewan thought, in near disbelief when the crack of a lightning strike very near the castle still failed to rouse his wife. She was still snuggled contentedly beneath the downy blankets, a peaceful smile on her face. Ewan smiled to himself-he must have worn her out more than he’d thought.
Ewan continued lying beside his wife, watching her chest rise and fall, but his imagination began to roam. It tempted him with every manner of pleasant idea about what might happen when she finally awoke, and it wasn’t long before his body grew restless.
Taking Cait was so exquisite. He couldn’t account for the difference between her and other girls, but it was there. The feel of being inside her was one of being melded in mind and spirit as well as flesh. Other women wanted his money, or his position, or his own fine body to claim, but Cait knew all of him-even the parts of him that he didn’t let others see-and she was still voracious.
Well, voracious might be stretching it, Ewan thought, considering that he’d only had her three times, but they had been three memorable times, and he was anxious to extend their record.
Very slowly, he reached a hand toward her body, and let it settle on her breast. He could feel her skin through the thin fabric. It was hot to the touch, and so smooth and supple it was almost liquid. He massaged her breast, rubbing the tips until they were stiff and then he let his palm glide heavily over her stomach until it reached the spot between her legs.
She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her nightgown, of course. As soon as he slipped his fingers forward, trying to trace the slit between her legs, the moisture that was pooling there soaked the thin cotton of her gown, slicking Ewan’s fingers through the cloth. He groaned in appreciation, and then thrust his fingers back again, poking shallowly into her sex and teasing the nub of her clit.
Cait appeared to still be asleep, Ewan was determined that wouldn’t last much longer. He gave her once last chance of waking on her own terms, laying a heavy kiss against her lips. When that failed to rouse her, he went to action in earnest.
Still working carefully, he rolled Cait on to her back. Still encountering no resistance, he arranged her limbs, putting her arms out to her side and slightly spreading her legs. When she’d been placed to his satisfaction, he crawled atop her body. He kissed her chin and the hollow at the base of her neck, and then he worked lower.
Cait began to wake again, but very slowly, which suited Ewan’s purposes fine. He licked and nipped at the skin between her breasts, and on her stomach, pushed his tongue into the indentation of her navel, and then kept going, while his hands inched her nightgown up her legs.
Finally, just as he reached the edge of the soft brown curls that hid her sex the nightdress and his lips crossed paths. He lifted the fabric higher, and then there was nothing between her body and his.
He loved the way she smelled. Ewan had already been semi-aroused before he started, but the first sniff of the deep, musky scent of her sex caused his cock to swell and throb. He nuzzled greedily between her thighs, finally letting his nose poke into her glistening slit.
“Ewan…” Cait exhaled, but he could tell from her voice that she was still asleep…but not for much longer.
He put his hands on both of her thighs, eased her wider, and then surged forward, giving her everything at once. Cait jolted when Ewan’s mouth found her again, his tongue dragging over the swollen button at the head of her sex before plunging inside.
“Ewan!”
He smiled in satisfaction at her yelp. He had succeeded in waking her, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to stop. He was too intent on his task now: plunging his thick tongue inside her while she writhed and bucked.
She tasted as good as she smelled. Ewan thought that he could quite happily drown in the thick, salty wet between her legs. It was tinged with the faintest bit of sweetness. He couldn’t get enough.
“Oh…oh, my!” Cait panted, and her fingers drifted into his hair. They twisted into the short locks, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him away, as if she couldn’t decide whether she liked what he was doing or not.
Whether she wanted to like what he was doing or not, Ewan corrected, momentarily withdrawing his tongue to lap and swirl around her clit. Her body betrayed itself. She could try not to moan and whimper, but she couldn’t stop the shuddering in her thighs or the quiver against his lips. Smugly satisfied by his dominance, Ewan drove on, pushing her harder and faster until she was almost about to break. His own breath was coming quicker as he licked and thrust, greedy to feel her exploding in her mouth.
Finally, with a high, thin wail, she let go. Ewan moaned along with Cait as the band of tension in her belly snapped. She arched up off the bed, and then the hands in his hair clenched almost cruelly as she came.
This time, he didn’t take her immediately. He wanted to, but was still greedy to explore his wife. He waited while her senses returned, kissing and stroking her soothingly. Then, when she had caught her breath, he crawled up her body again. “Your turn,” he suggested.
“M-my turn?” Cait asked, wide-eyed. He could tell that she didn’t have the faintest idea what he meant.
Ewan cupped her chin and drew a finger across her lips. They were so full, swollen and faintly chapped from kissing the night before. It didn’t quite seem possible, but his body tightened more at the anticipation of feeling them against his most sensitive skin. He savored the thought for a moment, and then he moved to put his plan in action. He laid back on the pillows and tossed the blanket that was covering them aside. Cait squealed and tugged down her gown. Then she looked at Ewan and gasped.
He was hugely erect. His cock was like a long, brass rod, jutting out from between his legs. Cait had never seen him before-at least not so fully, and he let her stare, drinking in the obvious wonder in her eyes.
Her gaze was like a physical touch, but it wasn’t nearly strong enough to gratify the urges pulsing through his groin. Impatient with waiting, he looped his own fingers around the shaft and stroked loosely, all the while keeping his eyes on Cait’s. He made her Caitch his gaze. “Do you know what I want you to do?”
Cait kept her eyes on his sex as she considered the question. Ewan watched her small pink tongue flick out to wet her lips, and he groaned in protest at the wait.
“Do you?”
“I-!” Cait opened her mouth, but her tongue did not cooperate with her desire to talk.
“Shall I teach you?” Ewan asked, opening his arms in invitation. Still appearing nervous, Cait went to his side, and then squealed in confusion when he pushed her shoulders down. “Kiss it,” he whispered, and then lifted his hips so that there was no question about what he wanted her to kiss.
Cait could feel her cheeks burning. It was an absolutely scandalous request. She knew that no lady would consider such a request…but then, she’d never been precisely a lady. She’d always been something slightly different, slightly…less?
Curiosity overwhelmed any sense of propriety that she might have claimed. Ever since she’d first seen Ewan’s body, taken in strange, yet compelling shape of the masculine form, she’d wanted to explore. She loved the way he felt beneath her skin-hard and silky at once-and she wondered how he would feel against her lips…how he would taste.
“Kiss is…” Ewan moaned again, pushing on her shoulders once more, finally maneuvering her to a position just above where his legs met his trunk. Cait looked down on his body and moistened her lips again.
It looked so strange. Cait considered the red, pulsing head only inches away from her lips. Her eyes drank in the ridge of flesh where his foreskin had drawn away, and the tiny slit at its tip, already leaking cum.
“Touch it…Cait…Do something!”
Ewan’s hand was still stroking his length, and the jerking had grown almost frantic now. He whimpered in relief when Cait took over his efforts.
Cait’s fingers squeezed hard around his shaft, and then groped him all the way to the tip again. When she got there, she stopped, and she rubbed the pad of her thumb over it, and smeared away the bead of moisture there.
“Kiss it…” Ewan pleaded again, and finally she listened, pressing her lips against the side of the shaft, and then drawing away. “Again!” he whimpered.
Cait repeated the action, just up and down his length, but she could tell by Ewan’s steadily more frantic commands that the quick, fluttering touches were not enough to satisfy his cravings.
Feeling vaguely inspired, she decided to use her tongue, poking it from between her lips. She touched it to Ewan’s skin, just over the long, pulsing vein that travered his length. She took the sound that seeped from his lips as encouragement and licked him harder.
“Suck it!” he groaned. One of his hands had found its way into her hair. He used the grip to guide her head higher up his shaft. “Cait, please…”
Cait lifted her head and stared in disbelief. It couldn’t possibly fit into her mouth! Nevertheless, she was easy to please him. Parting her lips as far as the would go, she swallowed him into her mouth as far as it would go.
She expected him to taste bitter, or dirty, but that was not the case. They dab of cum that she’d brushed away earlier had left a salty tang, but the rest was just a pleasant, masculine taste and the clean, tart flavor of soap. Still, she gagged a little when he thrust back against her throat. With a sound that reminded Cait of a falling tree, he managed to control his urges, and pulled back out until the head of his cock was resting in the center of his tongue.
Now that Ewan was lying still, Cait could have her way. She worked slowly at first, suckling as she’d been instructed, and then gradually using her tongue to swirl around the soft, weeping tip as she took him shallowly into her mouth. Then, when she was braver, she took him deeper, alternating the long swallows with drawing her lips away completely and planting kisses on his shaft.
Frankly, there didn’t appear to be a wrong way to do it. From the sounds that Ewan was making, every touch was exquisite, so that Cait began to trust her own power as she worked. His hands were still in her hair, and guided her a little, but mostly she was left to her own devices to sample his exquisite body as she saw fit.
Cait kissed every inch of his enormous cock. She was right, there was no way that she could fit the entire thing into her mouth at once, but that didn’t stop her from trying. She found that if she relaxed she could take him deeper, and she did, gradually coming to enjoy the sensual slide of his twitching member over the roughened surface of her tongue. When she had lavished attention on every bit of skin, she began to nuzzle the base, intrigued by the tight sacks of his balls, and the way that he moaned and arched off the bed when she gummed them gently.
“Oh, Cait, my Cait!” he puffed, again and again as she gave him pleasure. She knew, in the back of her mind, that she wasn’t the first woman to reduce him to incoherence, but it was still a heady sensation, and one she reveled in-and was determined to repeat. With steadily increasing confidence she took him harder, and faster, until they were both almost frantic.
An ache had begun between Cait’s legs again. Despite her very pleasant distraction, she couldn’t ignore her own rekindled need. She arched against Ewan’s knee, and was astonished when he lifted his leg and slipped it between his thighs.
Cait was embarrassed to discover his thighs immediately drenched in wet-but she couldn’t deny that the tiny bit of pressure and friction took the edge off the worst of her need. Having already debunked herself as a lady, she felt no need for any further restraint. She slid wantonly against him, soaking up every crumb of pleasure that she was offered as she continued to work his cock.
Ewan was very obviously enjoying her attentions, so she was astonished when she heard him grunt, “NO!” and then yanked viciously on her hair. However, she resisted his pull. She didn’t budge, but nipped him with her teeth-and then she knew why he’d wanted her to draw away. Beneath her tongue, she felt his cock twitch hard-and then there was a burst of hot, salty liquid on her tongue as Ewan began to come.
If Cait had any delusions of her delicacy, they shattered. Her body responded in a most unladylike way. As soon as she registered the hot surge, her own body broke again, and waves of pleasure spiraled through her flesh.
It was too much, too sudden for her to swallow, and so some of his seed dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, onto her cheeks and chin, and then onto Ewan’s own legs when she pulled away and collapsed on top of his lap.
Ewan kept on hand in her hair and rubbed her scalp with distracted fingers while he sank back into the pillows, with contentment so thorough it had seeped down into his very bones. He hadn’t experienced anything like that since…Ewan frowned when he placed the last occurrence-at a tavern last winter when they’d been skirmishing with the English on the borders. It felt somehow wrong to think of Cait in the same instance as the gap-toothed tavern wench who had served him so obligingly.
Ewan tried to push the thought away, and believed that he’d succeeded, but then he recognized the dull, uncomfortable prickles on the back of his neck: i
t was his conscience.
Ewan hadn’t felt properly guilty for anything he’d done to a woman since he’d been old enough to figure out that most women were as bad as him. He didn’t make it a habit to trifle with ladies. The virtue of the Laird’s freeholder’s daughters was safe from him-but he saw no call to restrain himself from dabbling with the common folk. Most of the girls were sports who liked a go in convenient haystacks…but then, Cait was not mostgirls.
Was Cait a lady? She should be now. She was Cait Cameron-Mrs. Cameron, the Laird’s new niece. Surely that title should earn her the full protection of her sex? But he had treated her like a servant-like she was still a servant!
Ewan’s hand stilled in her hair as he looked down. She was still lying limply, but her eyes were looking around. No doubt she didn’t know what to do next-and no wonder! He highly doubted that she’d been in this position before. It was only two days since he’d stolen her innocence, and now he had already initiated her into depravity!
He sat up, and pulled Cait into his arms, frowning when she refused to meet his eyes. “Cait?” he whispered.
Cait looked up at him. Her seafoam green eyes were cloudy with shame. He kissed each lid, and then used his thumb to brush away the drying semen on her cheek. He felt conflicted. She was so gorgeously erotic: swollen lips, tussled hair, coated in his lovng, but her look was also a painful reminder of what he’d done. He didn’t know which emotion was stronger: Lust or guilt-but the latter finally won out.
“I’m sorry!” he blurted, causing her to gasp.
“What?”
“I never should have asked you to do that-I shouldn’t have done that to you Cait. I-I’m sorry,” he finished in a rush, uncertain of how to proceed.
“It’s okay,” Cait said quickly, “I rather…that is to say, it wasn’t…It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I only want to please you.”
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