"Yes," she gasped, shocked at tingling sensations that made her buck into his hand. She panted when his thumb pressed into her moist core. Like him, she could not wait, not a single second longer before joining.
"Please," Victoria gasped, not knowing exactly what she asked from him. She moaned when he inserted a finger into her, followed by a second that expanded her tightness.
"You feel like a virgin, so tight. It will be with pleasure that I comply to your request." Conor's hand continued its explorations between her legs, while he shoved at his breeches, freeing his cock with the other.
She gripped his shoulders when he once again slipped a finger inside of her, and when his thumb circled her sensitive core, Victoria fought not to cry out.
"Do something, I can't wait," she grunted out, pushing into his hand.
"Wrap your legs around me, so I can enter you, beauty," Conor commanded as his strong hands surrounded her waist and lifted her. Victoria eagerly complied, wrapping her legs around his hips and crossing them at the ankles. With a hard thrust, his engorged rod plunged into her, filling her completely.
"Augh!" Conor groaned, his warm breath against her neck. "You are more than I dreamed. I will ride you hard now, Victoria, I cannot hold back."
He withdrew and she complained at the loss. "No," Victoria gasped, only to call out "Oh," when he drove back in.
With hard, fast strokes Conor drove in and out of her with such vigor that the slapping sounds of flesh-hitting-flesh battled with the sounds of their exclamations.
"So perfect, so hot and wet, just for me," Conor murmured, his words running together as he continued the delicious assault.
Victoria, lost in her own whirlwind of sensations, could not formulate more words. Instead she repeated his name over and over, until she floated and her pussy quaked in release. She let out a long cry that he muffled with his mouth.
His tongue probed deep past her lips until he, too, cried out convulsing, his hot seed gushing in long surges deep inside her.
He pulled out and lowered Victoria gently onto the floor, his hands on her waist, somehow knowing she'd not be able to stand on her own.
"We'll make love now," his darkened eyes washed over her. "Can you stand?"
When she nodded, he released her and untied the stays holding his tunic together. Only when he pulled it over his head did he remove his gaze from her.
His lips curved when he noticed that her eyes traveled across the plains of his exposed body. Well-formed wide shoulders seemed larger without the clothing to cover them. His muscular arms framed a fully developed chest that topped a rippled flat stomach. His hips were narrow for such a large man, and his bulky manhood, once again tucked into his breeches, strained, seeming to ask for release from the confinement.
"You can free me if you wish." Conor seemed to read her thoughts.
Dare she?
"I don't know how to please a man," Victoria stammered, her eyes locked onto his bulge. "But I wish to learn, I want to please you."
Conor walked toward the bed and stood with arms hanging to his sides. "Remove your clothes first," he cocked an eyebrow, daring her.
Victoria bit her lip. Two could play this game. Still a bit wobbly on her feet, she went to the side table, poured a glass of water and drank slowly, her gaze roaming from his eyes, to his lips, down his beautifully chiseled chest, to finally rest on his rigid display of arousal.
She placed the empty glass down, and with one hand pushed her blouse down from her shoulder, then mirrored the movement at the other. Cailyn's borrowed clothes were large on her, so it was an easy task to loosen the skirt and allow it to fall and pool at her feet.
With only her sheer chemise left, she stepped away from the clothing and stood still. She lifted her gaze up to meet the scrutiny of the man who now panted.
After deciding it best to reveal herself to him from top to bottom, she finally worked at untying the ribbons at the front of the chemise. Victoria gasped when Conor picked her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her upon it, her legs dangling over the edge.
"I cannot wait any longer, wench. What have you done to me that I must have you again so soon?"
"But I wanted to pleasure you first," Victoria began but stopped when he spread her legs and stared down at the most private part of her. She attempted to pull her legs closed, but he held her exposed, wide-open to him.
"No do not cover yourself, not from me. You are beautiful to look upon, perfect even." He leaned closer and a rush of heated embarrassment surged over her.
"Conor, please stop, I don't know what you plan, but it cannot be right," Victoria hated the prudish words. But while married, her husband had not once seen her fully undressed, had actually ensured she dressed in full nightclothes before coming to bed.
The handsome man lifted his eyes to her. "To have this before me and not taste of it would be an injustice."
He lowered until his mouth covered her core, and Victoria lost her ability to breathe. When he suckled, pulled back, and flicked his tongue over her swollen nub, Victoria's hips came up off the bed, only to be pushed back into place and held down by Conor, who continued to savor her with his lips, teeth and tongue.
Unable to withstand the assault to her senses, Victoria lost total control and thrashed until she came with so much force, everything went dark.
And through it, Conor's tongue continued to stroke, keeping her from descending.
"Oh, I can't believe it," she gasped when she finally settled.
"Would you like to soar again?" Conor murmured against her thigh, his hot tongue tracing a devilish circle.
"I couldn't possibly…"
"You can," His tongue flicked her center once again. Conor did not relent, bringing her to near release again before kissing his way up her body.
Even with her body pliant and so fully sated, Victoria would not yield on her demand that she return the favor. She waited for him to lift, to allow her to slide up onto the bed. She caught him off-guard. Using her legs as leverage, she pushed him over to his back.
He regarded her with patience, "You are aware I allowed you to do this? I am too large for you to have overcome me so easily."
Victoria shrugged and climbed over him. "I will pleasure you now, sir."
Instead of a reply, his eyes locked on her breasts. "I have yet to sample parts of you." He reached for them.
"It will have to wait." Surprising her, he did not argue further. Instead, he lay back and did not resist her placing his arms down to his sides.
While he watched, Victoria ran her hand down his rippled stomach, astonished at the softness of the skin that covered such hard muscles. He didn't protest when she made quick work at loosening the fastenings of his breeches, sliding them down past his narrow hips. Instead, he lifted up to make it easier for her.
Once completely bare to her, she studied his body, amazed at the beauty of him. She'd never contemplated that a man's body would be considered as such, but there was no other way to describe him.
Victoria wondered how she could possibly make him approach a release as he'd done for her. She peered up to his face, but by the challenge in his expression, she knew he wouldn't be any help.
Not voluntarily anyway. He expected her to figure it out on her own. This was a game to him. Well, she'd ensure he would not have any reason to criticize later.
With her finger pads, she trailed a circular pattern on his thick thighs, suppressing a smile when his muscles bunched and his cock flicked in response.
Next, she leaned forward and mimicked the pattern with her tongue on the one thigh, while continuing it with her fingers on the other.
A moan escaped him, and a sense of triumph filled her.
Her tongue laved between his legs, past the soft hair at the juncture. She wrapped her hand around his engorged member and moved it to expose what lay beneath.
Conor stopped breathing and she knew instinctively this to be a sensitive place for a man. Victoria layered kisses on the
soft sack, suckling it gently, and was rewarded by a husky moan.
He liked it.
She became bolder, suckled and licked it while she continued to stroke his shaft. Her fingers wrapped around tight as she slid them up and down the length.
Finally, she licked a path on the underside of the swollen member, trailing her flattened tongue up to the tip. When he bucked into her mouth, she pulled back, not allowing him entrance. She circled the tip of him with her tongue, allowing her teeth a light scrape of the velvety skin.
"You will unman me," Conor's hoarse words were accompanied by a hard intake of breath when she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. "Victoria!"
She mimicked the motion of him entering her earlier. Mouth around him, Victoria moaned at the sensation of his silken length sliding past her lips.
"You must stop, I am too close," Conor panted.
She ignored him until his hands cupped her face and stayed her.
He pulled her up over him. "I don't want to spill into your mouth," he gasped for breath, yet strong enough to roll her onto her back and hold himself up over her.
"Kiss me, Conor." Victoria held her arms up, inviting him to her.
He positioned himself between her legs, and she felt the tip of his cock nudge at her entrance.
"Please, now!" She begged him.
"I told you we'd make love this time," Conor whispered in her ear. The tip of his cock touched her center and she lifted up, wanting him inside of her.
Conor smiled at her. "No. Not yet. Making love is a slow, more intense process."
His hands covered her breasts, caressing them with strong, yet careful strokes. She closed her eyes in surrender. When his mouth took one nipple, the heat of his wet lips sampling, Victoria began to ache again. Her hips pushed up and Conor chuckled against her skin. "Soon."
Conor lifted, his wet lips enticing her to reach for him. She got her wish when he kissed her again.
"Roll onto your stomach," Conor told her, his hands already guiding her.
Victoria complied, unsure of what he planned.
"Stunning." His hands caressed the orbs of her derriere, molding them, before sliding his hands onto her hips and lifting until she was propped on her knees. When she attempted to lift to her elbows, gentle hands held her back down, so her head and shoulders rested on the plush linens of his bed. "Remain like this, it's a picture that will stay with me, forcing me to return with haste."
"Mmmm." Victoria closed her eyes when the first nip of his teeth on her bottom brought a tingle that ran to the center of her. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of one cheek then the next, ensuring homage to both.
"I dreamt of taking you from behind," Conor's hoarse words like a balm over her already heated body.
He pulled her orbs apart and his fingers penetrated first, the precise movement bringing her precariously close to breaking to pieces again. With his arm wrapped around her, his other hand mounted a merciless assault of her throbbing crux, and Victoria cried out and pushed into him.
"You've bewitched me, Victoria," Conor told her, positioning himself to enter her, the head of his hardened shaft at her entrance. "I cannot be gentle."
"Don't be," Victoria replied, once again pressing backward. "I want you as you are. Raw, masculine, hard."
He thrust into her with such force that Victoria cried out again. "Yes."
Seated to the hilt, Conor groaned and his body shook. She sensed that this man was not a gentle lover, that he held back for her sake.
"Now, Conor," Victoria urged.
He complied and pounded into her, pulling almost completely out before thrusting back into her fully. The long strokes were a feast of heat and hardness, combined with the silky fluidity of their bodies, melting from the friction brought by skin sliding against skin.
"You are so hot, so tight surrounding me," Conor ground out while not slowing his movements.
His drives lost rhythm. Control gone, both raced to reach their climax. Victoria came first, and his fingers stroked her to completion while she reached between them and cupped his tightening sack.
She squeezed it gently, satisfied at the grunts that came from him, just as he gushed into her.
Quaking hands tightened around her hips, ensuring she did not move while he stroked in and out of her a few more times, rendering all he had to her.
Finally sated, he collapsed onto the bed, deftly rolling them both to lie on their sides still joined.
They remained silent for a long moment. Victoria snuggled into his warm embrace and sighed.
"Take me with you, Conor," she whispered, hoping he'd not fallen asleep.
He pulled out of her and waited for her to face him. Victoria turned and immediately snuggled against his chest again. He tugged a thick fur over them. "I do not wish to be away from you but cannot take you. It's not safe. I will not put you in harms way."
"I cannot promise to wait for you."
"Then I will ensure it." His words left no room for argument. "Sleep now."
It was not hard to allow slumber to take her in the nest they'd created; the lull to sleep drew her.
*****
Morning came, and Victoria woke with a smile. Like a satisfied cat, she stretched under the warm fur, and then she started.
Conor was gone from the bed. Surely he'd not gone away yet.
A maid entered the room with a tray, upon it a teapot and cup. "Laird McDougall asked that I bring you up refreshment and see to a bath for you, my lady."
Victoria's cheeks heated at the maid's knowing she'd spent the night in Conor's bed. No doubt the entire keep would be aware by day's end. "Thank you," she mumbled. "Is Con... er, Lord McDougall here?"
"Yes, milady, he's downstairs in the great room," the maid placed the tray down. "Would you like your bath brought here?"
"No!" Victoria scrambled from the bed. Disregarding her nudity, she grabbed her chemise and other clothing, jerking them on in a hurry. "Please, in my room."
"Very well," the maid nodded with a polite smile. Did Conor bring women here so often that the maid thought nothing of her being there?
"Err, the tea also, please," Victoria dashed to the doorway, and after ensuring the hallway remained devoid of anyone, she hurried to her chamber.
A short while later, she sank into the hot bath with a sigh. The water arose against her skin, a soothing heaven to her sore areas. At once the soft aches brought enticing images that made her close her eyes.
Perhaps Conor was not the only one bewitched.
"The morning meal is over. Would you like something brought up?" The maid asked as she placed a drying cloth next to the tub.
"Just something light would be nice," Victoria replied, glad for the reprieve of not having to face the clan until later. The maid nodded and left.
The quiet room seemed too empty; Victoria wondered how she'd fare in the upcoming long days without Conor's presence.
The door opened and she waited for the maid to place down her breakfast.
"I hoped to find you still in my chamber," Conor's deep voice brought her out of her musings.
He stood just inside the doorway, his large body instantly filling her bedroom. Dressed in a light color tunic and kilt, today he looked every bit the Scotsman with a tartan in the McDougall colors of red and blue that fell just below his knees and a clan insignia pin at his shoulder.
"Are you about to leave?" Victoria asked, attempting to ignore eyes that roved over her nudity. "Is that why you are dressed in such a manner?"
"Aye, I must see about the McNeil's. They fight with my cousins who own lands neighboring theirs." He neared and picked up the bar of soap. "You will stay and wait for me."
He fished her foot from the water and washed it, rinsed it and then repeated with the other. His eyes not leaving her face, he drew her toes into his mouth and suckled them.
Victoria moaned loudly, "Oh!"
Sensations rippled up her leg to her center until she wasn't sure she c
ould withstand much more of his ministrations.
His hand slid up her leg and on to her inner thigh. "Say it, Victoria. Tell me you'll wait."
"I—I cannot promise… Ah," Victoria gasped when his fingers found her tender region. "I cannot think with you touching me."
"Then perhaps I prefer you not to think," Conor smiled and straightened.
Victoria blinked at his putting distance between them but then understood when the maid entered with a food-laden tray.
She finished washing while Conor moved to gaze out the window. She admired his person. Tall, arrestingly handsome, and poised to gain his own keep. He'd marry some well-dowered clanswoman. The thought incensed her. Why did she allow it to matter? The man could never belong to her.
When she stepped from the water, he turned to watch the maid dry her, but did not move from his post by the window. After the girl helped her don a clean chemise, she curtsied and left.
"Are you betrothed?" Victoria asked, not sure why. It wasn't like she had any ownership over him.
Deep blue eyes met hers, the depth of them lulling her toward him. "Not yet, my brother is insisting that I become engaged to the daughter of the McNeil laird soon."
His matter of fact tone hurt, but Victoria pushed it away. "I see. Well, I am sure it will be what is best for your clan."
"Aye, it's my duty, would bring an end to all this fighting," he told her, closing the distance and fingering the lace of her chemise. "I don't want to marry her." He shrugged. "But I may have to."
He bent down and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin where her neck and shoulder met, sending shivers down her spine. "Let's not speak on such matters. I would much rather spend these last moments with you foremost on my mind, having you again."
A whirlwind of emotions rolled into her, and Victoria became mortified at tears filling her eyes. She turned away, feigning interest in the food tray. "True, not the best topic for our last conversation."
"Not our last, Victoria." Conor came to her and placed his hands on both sides of her face, his eyes bored into hers. "You must wait for me."
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