If You Deceive - Cole Kresley (версия книг .txt) 📗

"I can't," she whispered miserably. "Maybe weshould wait longer? I think I've changed my mind."

He rested his forehead against hers. "Maddy, you will no' be more ready than you are now. The longer we wait, the worse your misgivings will be. I see that now."

"But you were so awful after the first time. I have this nightmare that once I give in, you'll get that cruel smirk and say hateful things. And then…"

"And then?"

"Then you'll leave me."

"Maddy lass, you're stuck with me. You will no' ever get away," he said, then no doubt trying to lighten her mood, he added, "But you best make it good, so there's no doubt."

She gasped, and he pulled her to her side to give her a light rap on her bottom, making her peal with laughter.

"You're shameless!" she said breathlessly, her eyes excited.

"Aye. But that's what you love about me."Ach, she dinna deny it. "Trust me, and I will no' let you down."

After what seemed like an eternity, she nodded and he comprehended that they were truly about to do this—he was about to take hiswife , for the first time in their married life. By God, he was going to make this so good for her.

She nibbled her lip. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Though he knew the agony he was inviting, he said, "I want you tae be on top." When she frowned, he added, "You can go as slow as you like. Take what you can of me inside you—at your own pace."

He rolled over so she lay atop him, making her nervously murmur, "Ethan?"

Running his hand down her back, he entered one, then two fingers into her sex from behind, groaning when she arched her back down. As he delved again and again, she spread her legs wider over his hips. "That's it."

As he tried to fit a third inside her, she moaned, leaning down to lick his lips.

"I'm going to take my fingers out," he grated. "And you're going tae be needin' something inside you." She whimpered as he removed them. "Just take my shaft"—he grasped her hand and wrapped it around him—"and put it inside you when you're ready."

With his hand on hers, he aimed the head at her entrance, hissing at the wetness he met, gritting his teeth against the pleasure. He ran it up and down her folds, then released her.

Panting, with her eyes heavy-lidded, she continued bringing the swollen tip up and back along her sex. Each time she lowered his cockhead directly to her entrance and they briefly had that tight connection—when he would just barely enter her—he had to fight not to flex his hips up.

When she rubbed him against her clitoris in languid circles, he nearly ejaculated against her there. With a will exceeding anything he'd ever called on before, he didn't thrust. He'd begun sweating from the battle, and her breasts rubbed against his slick chest as she writhed on him.

Torture. Pure and utter. She couldn't know what she was doing to him. "Put it inside, Maddy," he rasped. "I'll make you come hard with it." How much longer could he last till he tossed her to her back and slammed into her, bucking till he came?

Then he realized he could last as long as it took for her to do this, as long as she needed—

She eased the head in.

"That's it, lass," he growled low in his throat, knees falling open as she worked her lithe body on him. So he wouldn't be tempted to press her down, he gripped the headboard behind him. "That's my good wife." He shuddered with pleasure. "Ah, God…as deep as you can…"

Chapter Thirty-seven

Maddy was certain she couldn't take any more of him. But when she saw him visibly struggling to control himself—the lines around his eyes were tight and his jaw was clenched—she wanted to try for him.

"Ethan, I don't know what to do." It was one thing to see others in this position, but another to try it. She felt awkward and unsure.

"Pull up and go down, deeper," he said, his voice husky and breaking.

"Show me how."

"If I touch you, I'm goin' tae lose control." His hands clutched the headboard behind him, the muscles in his arms bulging with strain. His breaths were ragged, his chest rippling with power. "I'm burnin' tae wrench you down my length…." His dark eyes met hers. "Bury it in you so deep…"

"You won't. I trust you. Just please show me." Even to herself, she sounded panicked.

"Ah, lass. This is supposed tae be enjoyable," he said in a tone incongruous to his straining body.

She reached for his hands, shocked at how badly they shook when she placed them on her bottom. He groaned and gave a seemingly involuntary buck of his hips. His fingers splayed out, clutching her as he drew her up…then back farther down.

Pleasure rocked through her. "Oh! That feels…nice."

Once more up and down farther still. She kept expecting pain, but there was none. The stretching sensation was rapturous, a fullness that felt so necessary. He was right—she did need this.

"I'm going tae make you come first if it kills me," he said, his words hoarse. "Work your knees wider open."

When she did, he pressed deeper, but there was no pain—just the opposite. "Ethan…it feels so good inside me," she whispered in a wondering tone.

He could only grunt in answer, shuddering beneath her.

Maddy rose up and leaned forward, her hands clutching his shoulders, taking as much of his length as she could.

Her shining hair curled about her face and her brilliant eyes were free of fear—and full of trust. She was so lovely that she awed him.

Catching her gaze, he rasped a vow to her in Gaelic, a promise of self in the old language, binding them together forever. Though she couldn't understand the words, she seemed to grasp the meaning—she cupped his face with her wee hands, leaning down to kiss him tenderly.

When she rose up once more, she said in a throaty voice, "I want more of you, Ethan." She reached behind her, making him hiss a breath as she drew her nails up his inner thighs before cupping his sack. She slid him a satisfied grin, and he knew she'd felt his cock pulsing inside her.

"I want tae give it tae you." He put his knees up behind her, reaching his hands to her exquisite breasts, covering them as he pinned her against his bent legs. Holding her sides, he thumbed her jutting nipples over and over. Once she was helplessly wriggling on his shaft, he dug his heels into the bed and gently bounced her body. She cried out and threw back her head, her hair cascading over his legs.

Forcing himself to slow their explosive joining, he eased her down. As he caressed her clitoris with the pads of two of his fingers, she rocked her hips on him gingerly, as if testing the sensations. When his fingers slid back and forth with her wetness, she began to undulate atop him, her movements growing faster and faster. Moaning, wanting to come, working for it, she rode him with quick snaps of her hips, shocking him until he could barely grate in amazement, "Ah, you clever lass."

Only half his shaft was inside her, and he knew she could take more—but…have to be good…better than before…

Yet he didn't know how much longer he could last against this kind of pleasure. "Come for me," he commanded, rubbing her fast.

When she did, the force of her contractions gripped him, instantly robbing him of his seed. He exploded inside her, bathing her womb in heat. Over and over, he pumped into her.

She went boneless on top of him, her heart pounding against his. Even as after-shudders wracked him, he continued to thrust up into her, still hard.

Unwilling to give this up, he turned her to her back, still driving into her body. "Can I take you again?" Somehow the need was building, growing worse than it'd been before.

She gazed up at him not with disgust, not even with mere desire. Somehow he'd gotten a woman like her to fall in love with him. "I'm yours, Ethan…anything you want is yours."