Page 43 of Darach

“Darach.” Charlotte had never watched herself being penetrated, and knowing he was doing it while the sensations from the heat and stretching and friction spread through her made it all the more thrilling. “I think my heart is going to explode.”

“Ken I wished do thus to you when I saw the moonlight on you here, that first night,” he told her, his voice growling the words. “You’d been hurt, and needed gentleness, so I couldnae do more than be kind. Only touching you and carrying you and seeing you undress, ’twas torment. ’Twas all I could do no’ to strip you, hold you to the wall and put myself inside you.”

“That would have been better for me than the gentleness, I think.” Charlotte brushed her cheek against his as she curled her arms around his neck. “I wanted you, too, from the moment I saw you climb out of the loch. I wanted you inside me.” She leaned closer, and whispered, “I do every time I’m near you.”

Darach made a rough sound and tangled his hand in her hair. “Have me, then.” He pulled her head back as he thrust deep inside her, his mouth catching the gasp of delight that burst from her lips.

From that moment the man simply took over her body, his thick cock plowing into her while his hands caught and squeezed her breasts. Darach’s strength could have made all of that painful, but he knew exactly where and how to touch her. No other lover had treated her as if nothing else existed outside of the two of them joined together. He kissed her just as wildly as he touched her, his passion bordering on brutal and desperate. Yet everything about him like this excited her, being impaled on his rampant shaft and unable to run away as he abandoned all that polite distance. As he fucked her she couldn’t control herself; the last of her defenses and pretenses dissolved into nothing. She wrapped her legs around him so she could lift her hips and take him deeper, and arched her back to rub his chest with the hard peaks of her breasts.

“Please, yes.” She heard herself begging him in a voice she didn’t recognize, deep and husky, and filled with ragged longing.

“Aye, Charlotte, take my cock,” he muttered, watching her eyes as he stroked deeper and harder into her softness. “’Twill be spilling inside you soon. I want to see my cream painting your thighs. I’ll watch you quake with your bliss before you slumber in my arms. Each night, every night.”

“Then I’m never leaving your bed.” She let her head fall back as her body began to shake from the onslaught of sensations. “Oh, please, Darach.”

“Aye, ’tis what I want,” he crooned, putting his mouth against her throat and sucking at her delicate skin before he kissed her ear. “Give me that pleasure on my cock, so you grip me sweetly, and I fill you.” He moved his hand to the top of her sex, pressing his thumb against her clit and rubbing it in time with the hammering thrusts of his shaft. “Give all to me, my lady.”

Inside her clenching pussy his cock swelled, and Charlotte uttered a startled cry as his fucking and caresses pushed her beyond wild sensation into a climax that made everything pale around her. She held onto him as he jerked and jetted inside her, the soft warmth of his seed triggering a second wave of joy. She had her hands tangled in his hair and her mouth frantically kissing his, and she didn’t care. He had done this to her; drawing her out and making her reveal her secret self. He had uncovered her, the real Charlotte, and the consequences would change both their lives.

Now he belongs to me.

Darach pressed his brow to hers, his panted breaths mixing with her own. “Charlotte, never shall you rid yourself of me.”

She brushed her swollen lips against his. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She held onto him as he lifted her off the table and carried her over to the bed. He lay her atop the coverlet before straightening and stripping off the clothes he’d neglected to remove. Charlotte stretched as she watched him, her limbs still shaking a little with the aftershocks of becoming his lover. He had a magnificent body, all long limbs and thick, bulging muscle. Even now his penis remained half-erect, slick and reddened as it was from pumping inside her.

Charlotte reached out with a strange but welcome confidence, and trailed her fingers along his gleaming shaft. “You look good with me all over you.”

“Do thus and I shall come in you again,” Darach warned, his eyes narrowing.

“You keep making me promises like that and we’ll never sleep.” She sat up and put her hands on his hips, urging him closer to the side of the bed until his erection nestled between her breasts. “Look at how nicely you fit right here.”

“Aye.” The word rumbled out of his chest as he cupped her breasts, pressing them against the sides of his cock. “You’ve the loveliest chebs.”

“Is that what you call these. I like that word.” She smiled, and then dipped her head to kiss the satiny dome of his cock. “I’ve never done this, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”

“To hold a man thus?” he asked, and then caught his breath as she parted her lips over him and slowly lashed him with her tongue. “Och, Charlotte, you’ll make me spill again.”

“I want you to.” She pressed a kiss on his cockhead. “In my mouth this time, so I can taste you.”

His legs shook as she tugged him down on the bed, and then rolled on top of his legs and nudged them apart to make a comfortable spot for herself. Darach stared at her with so much desire in his eyes she guessed it was his first time as well. A flicker of doubt ran through her mind, but remembering the sex on the table gave her renewed confidence. If she didn’t get it right this time, she’d keep practicing until she could give him all the pleasure he could stand.

“Watch me,” she said as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “You’re so big I don’t think I can take all of you, but I’ll try.”

Charlotte sucked his cockhead, tugging on it gently as she worked her lips over his glans and sealed them around his shaft. The velvety skin proved so soft and warm that just the sensation of his cock moving against her lips sent a rush through her own body. Her hair fell around her face as she stroked him with her mouth, taking him a little deeper, and rubbing the swelling thickness with her tongue. Then Darach reached down and gathered her hair in his hands, holding it back as he watched and groaned.

She let him slide from her lips to say, “Guide me. Show me what you like.”

For a moment he looked as if he would refuse, and then he cupped the back of her head, and brought her mouth to his cock again. Once she had him in her mouth he urged her into a steady rhythm, murmuring soft words of encouragement as she sucked him. He swelled even more as she took him as deeply as she could, and beneath her his thighs tightened and shook, telling her how close he was. Tilting her head, she slid her mouth down until she held the full length of him against her tongue, and then moaned with the pleasure of it.

Darach uttered a wrenching cry, his hand tightening in her hair as his cock pulsed in her mouth. Charlotte stroked him in and out, swallowing each jet as he pumped into her, caressing the length of him until he’d given her his all. Releasing him slowly from her mouth so he could see that as well, she licked her lips and then rested her cheek against his hip as she kept hold of his shaft, his bliss pleasing her as much as if it were her own.

“My lady,” he said, sounding satisfied and a little dazed. “Anything more you want of me, only say, and ’tis yours.”

“I do want to tell you something,” Charlotte said, stroking him gently with her fingertips. “I just don’t know if I should. The smart thing to do would be to wait and see what happens. I’ve just never done this, so I don’t know.”

“I’ve the same quandary.” He took hold of her, drawing her up beside him to share his pillow. He leaned in to kiss her lips before he said, “Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine, all at once. Agreed?”