Chapter 65

"Are you sure?" Thorburn asked. "I could still arrange for you to share Isobel's room."

Teárlag reached under his kilt to grasp his meaty cock, felt it growing in her hand.

"I've wanted to feel this inside me again ever since the first time. You gave me so much pleasure, Thorburn. More than I've ever known. I'm a grown woman who knows what she wants. I want you. Don't make me beg."

He picked her up, nudged his door open with his shoulder and kicked it closed behind him.

"You handle me like that, it's me who'll be begging," he whispered throatily, burying his lips in the arch of her neck.

She shivered.

"Do you care to know what I wanted to do when I saw you coming down the stairs in this Frenchy dress?" Thorburn asked.

"What?" She whispered, turning her head to capture his hot lips, scalding her skin like an iron.

"Your nipples were hard and pointy and a shadow under this flimsy yellow fabric. I wanted to rip the stuff off your breasts with my teeth and bite those proud peaks till you moaned like a cat in heat. Then run my hand up your leg until I reached the soft red muff at the juncture of your legs and finger your sex until you were dripping and ready to take my cock. It was all I could do to restrain myself."

"Then it worked the way it was meant to. What's stopping you now?"

"How much did the damn dress cost?"

"I don't care. Take me now."

He growled deep in his throat and clenching the fabric in his teeth, ripped it from her chest. She moaned in desire as she felt him bite her nipple as he'd promised. It swelled, stiff against his tongue and she arched her back to feed more of her breast into his mouth. He tossed her on the bed and his hand moved up her leg until he felt her damp heat with his big hand, then thrust a finger into her liquid core. Her hips rocked up to take more of his digit inside herself, her legs spreading with a will of their own to provide him more access.

"I want you so much," she breathed. "Put another finger in me, hurry."

She felt another finger slide in beside the first and reached up to pull his head down to hers, covering his face with kisses while sliding her feet towards her ass so she could thrust up against his hand.

"I'm going to climax already, Thorburn. I've been aroused all day, thinking of you. Oh, God, Mmmm," she mewled.

He felt her constricting on his fingers and knew she'd found her first orgasm.

"It's time to get serious about this," he announced, pushing her dress up, exposing her splayed legs to his eyes, devouring her thin form with a look as ravenous as a hungry wolf's.

Teárlag shuddered. Not even bothering to remove his clothes, Thorburn rucked his kilt up and tugged her legs, pulling her torso to the edge of the bed. The blunt head of his prick poised at her threshold and with a single quick thrust, entered her, pulling a startled gasp of pleasure from her lips. He held still, letting her feel his need, his cock an inflexible rod stretching her supple tunnel. He looked down at her, the tiny 'O' formed by her lips as he'd pushed into her depths, the hunger in her eyes matching his own. Holding her gaze he moved, slowly backing from her body, nearly gone before slamming forward again, her eyes closing, feeling so full of him.

"Again, love, again," she whispered.

The slow withdrawal, ramming ahead even harder the second time, the base of his cock slamming into the stretched folds of her cunt, his heavy sack swinging into her upturned ass.

"Aaahhh," she moaned, rising arousal demanding another release to ease the mounting pressure. "More, more, more," she whimpered.

Thorburn obeyed, rocking back and forth in staccato rhythm, each plunge of his prick squelching delightfully in the vital fluids leaking from her center. His hands plundered her breasts, squeezing, molding, massaging, the calloused palms taunting her tender nipples with their roughness.

Teárlag felt her insides draw tight, like a bowstring about to snap, a rising tension crying for relief. Finally, it came, like tumbling through space, the pressure snapping, a pure gratification of muscles held taut letting free, easing her down a long slope of pleasure. Her cunt clinging to his cock in crushing tremors, seeking to draw forth his seed.

"You make me cum again, Lord."

Thorburn, sensing his sap rising, tried to pull out so that he would not loose his seed inside her womb, but her legs wrapped around his clenching buttocks even as her pussy pulsated, milking his prick.

"Lady," he strained, struggling to withhold it. "My seed. I cannot last much longer."

"Don't," she panted. "Give it to me. Give it all to me. I don't care."

Thorburn gave up the effort and Teárlag felt his cock flexing, multiple times, and a flood of his thick cream flooded her womb, leaking past the seal formed by their conjoined bodies to run down the crease of her ass.

Her own tremors starting to ease, she more easily felt him give two more short thrusts as if to wring the last drops from his balls, then the inflexible hardness of him began to ease as he softened.

"Are you not afraid to have a child, Lady, and you unmarried?" He whispered to her, his shrinking tool slowly slipping from her body.

"Nay. I don't care," she said, finally releasing the clutch of her legs, allowing him to pull out.

"While willing to support a child," Thorburn said, "I'm not ready for marriage. People will look down on you for having a child out of wedlock."

"I've more than enough money to raise a child, Thorburn" Or Blackthorne does, she thought, and I fully intend to let him raise any child I bear of yours. "I've long since ceased to care what others thought of me. My prior husbands left me with nothing but money. No children, no love, no pleasure such as yours. If I were to have a child with you, it would give me great satisfaction to know we've made something permanent together."

He got off the bed, thinking. He removed his clothes, and standing naked, solid and real, before her, helped her remove what remained of her dress.

"The brocade might be saved with a bit of cleaning," he said, "but the undershift is torn beyond repair, I'm afraid. I was a bit rough with it."

"It served it's purpose. I wanted you panting for me, Thorburn. I wanted the animal inside you to come out and play."

"Aye, all day long, I thought of you. From the moment I saw you this morning, to the dress, to your hand on my thigh at dinner, every dance, it was all I could do not to throw you on the floor and have my way with you. You mesmerize me. I've never met another woman who spoke her mind like you, acted like you, cared so little for convention. You're the most unusual woman I've ever met."

"Mmm, hmm," she said, "and don't ever forget it."

With that, she slowly sank to the floor, her hands slowly fluttering down his hairy chest, the hard planes of his stomach, around to his ass which she gripped hard as she parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick daintily at the combined fluids of their love still coating his softened prick. She pulled back the foreskin, the tip of her tongue tracing the edges of the crown, up the frenum and up to the slit upon which one last drop of cum lingered, swirling it up into her mouth. She looked up at him with her green eyes, capturing his gaze as her lips split to surround the head, her tongue swirling and twirling in a complicated dance already making him swell. The larger he grew, the more of him she possessed in her mouth, her lips straining to contain him.

"You temptress," he breathed. "I want you again."

She drew back to speak. "And you can have me. All night long. Every moment. With your hands, your mouth, your cock, whatever you can use to possess me. I give it all to you." She swallowed him once more, her mouth encircling him, engulfing him, taking as much as she could as his cock mushroomed in size.

"Fuck!" He cried out, picking her up and tossing her on the bed like a toy doll. He started to climb over her, ready to sink his prick into liquid heat once more.

"Nay, Thorburn," she said. "We've taken the greater edge off our lust already. I want this time to be slower, longer, more languid. We have the night together. Lie down on your back."

He paused and smiled, then did as she commanded. She climbed over him and positioned her cunt at his mouth.

"Lick me. Make me spend with your mouth."

She parted her folds with her hands, and he ran his tongue up her slit and over her clit, peaking from it's protective slit.

"Mmmm. So good," she sighed.