They moved together to lay side by side on the bed.
If he were to be honest, teaching her to make love was proving to be quite enjoyable. He was already hard, but Keithen took a breath, reminding himself he would have to take things slow.
He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her again. While they kissed, he pulled her against him and caressed her arms, side and hips.
Then he began trailing his lips down her neck and shoulders. A soft moan escaped her lips when his mouth took in a pink tip of her breast while he strummed the other with the pad of his thumb.
Satisfaction roared when her fingers interlaced in his hair. Keithen didn’t stop suckling her breasts, moving from one to the other until she began to shift her hips.
Then he slid a hand down from her stomach to between her legs.
At first, she stiffened. But when he found the center and circled it with his fingers, she soon became lost.
“That’s it. Enjoy it,” Keithen said and then took her mouth with his once again.
Ava orgasmed into his hand, the walls of her sex quivering and she cried out as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
His cock throbbed, demanding that he take her fully. But first he waited for her to settle.
Lithe and limber, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a shocked expression. “What was that?”
“Pleasure,” he replied, his mouth on hers again. She reciprocated with enthusiasm, this time, giving as much as he did. Her mouth accepting every inch of his tongue which she suckled.
When he settled between her legs and slid up and down, allowing his member to glide between her folds, Ava arched her back. The friction of their bodies was almost the end for him, but Keithen blew out breaths and concentrated on how amazing it would feel to finally enter her.
Taking himself in hand, he guided himself to her entrance. She was hot, wet and ready to accept him.
He pushed into her, inch-by-inch until fully sheathed. Ava tightened around him. He stilled to allow her sex to accommodate his girth.
“Relax,” he whispered into Ava’s ear. “Allow yerself to enjoy this, as well.”
Although there was doubt in her expression, she finally began to relax.
Keeping still, he studied the beauty beneath him. Her hair was splayed across the bedding, her full breasts moved up and down with each breath.
Finally, he inched out just a bit and pushed back in. He repeated it and then again.
Ava began to keep up with the rhythm of his movements. Encouraged by her desire, he was driving in and out of her with vigor.
Fiery trails blazed from his extremities until pooling in his center and exploding out with so much force that Keithen thought he’d certainly pass out. He shuddered in release, his body quaking as his eyes rolled and he could no longer keep from collapsing over Ava.
She’d cried out perhaps, he wasn’t sure. But like him, she trembled and moaned, her sex constricting around his cock and then she seemed to melt into the bedding.
“I cannot move. I do apologize,” Keithen mumbled.
“Mmmm,” Ava replied.
Keithen woke with a start and turned to find that he was alone in bed. The sun’s rays coming through the window made the room brighter than usual. That told him that he’d overslept. Thoughts of the night before made him fall back onto the bed. What transpired between him and Ava the night before had been so different than any other sexual experience. It was as if they’d become joined more than just physically.
“I’m going mad,” he mumbled as he got up from the bed. It had to be that he’d gone too long without bedding a woman. Or. He stopped and looked to the bed. Mayhap, it was that the marriage bond made intimacy something more than just their bodies.
His wife emerged from behind the screen in the corner, fully dressed. Upon seeing him, her cheeks turned pick. “Good morning, Husband.”
Their gazes held while he slid from the bed. “Good morning, Ava.”
*
“There is smoke in the distance.” Ewan Ross pointed north as they patrolled the area of the land near their border with Mackenzie lands. So far, since the laird’s passing, Clan Mackenzie had been quiet.