by Jenna Stone
Silencing any further protests, Rowan captured her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue stroked hers and he bit her lower lip languidly, provoking her need until she was again wild with desire. Her nails scored the skin of his back and his chest as she pulled him closer, seeking to claim him as her own. There was an aching between Anna’s thighs, dull and consuming. She knew that she needed something to quell the ache, but was unsure of just what it was.
He lifted her in his arms, never breaking contact with her lips and laid her on the bed, golden hair spilling around her in contrast to the white quilt. Rowan’s cock throbbed in anticipation of entering her, and he fought to retain his composure as he beheld her beautiful body splayed before him.
And then she smiled at him, a lusty, wonton smile.
Rowan spread his fingers across her taut belly, and held her gaze as he lowered his head to her breasts, groaning in ecstasy was he palmed her right breast and teased her nipple with his thumb. Slowly, he lowered his lips toward her rosy nipple, allowing the warmth of his breath on her sensitive skin to torment her as she writhed beneath him. When he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, Anna came undone, emitting a wild moan of pleasure as she bucked against him.
He slid his hand down her belly and through the curls between her thighs, his erection pulsing as he remembered how she had responded to him the first time that he had touched her intimately beneath the shroud of the blanket in the forest. As he continued to suckle Anna’s delicate breasts, he parted her intimate folds and groaned with pleasure when his fingers met her slick, wet heat.
“Yer sae wet for me,” he growled as his fingers explored her most delicate skin, teasing and coaxing her to further heights of pleasure. Knowing that she was so wet and so ready for him was more than Rowan could stand.
He slid one finger into her and Anna exploded in response. She writhed against him and moaned his name, lost in the throws of her ecstasy. Tormenting her further, and preparing her to take him, Rowan watched Anna hungrily as he inserted a second finger into her tight, wet heat.
She cried out now; mad with desire as Rowan’s finger drove in and out of her, stoking the fire that was building between her thighs to a roaring blaze. Her hips arched to meet each thrust of his fingers, and the delicious stretching fullness that they gave her was almost more than she could stand.
“Rowan!” she cried out desperately, begging him to satiate her.
Hearing Anna cry out his name was the last straw. Rowan needed to be inside of her now or he would spill his seed.
Drawing his mouth away from her nipple, he settled himself between her thighs, and continued to tease the nub of her desire with his expert fingers, driving Anna mad with desire. She bucked and quivered against him, as he worked her harder, she was wild with passion. Holding his erection in his hand, he positioned the tip of his manhood at the entrance to her sheath, and with a groan of pleasure he took her maidenhead with one powerful thrust.
Anna’s breath caught in her throat, and an involuntary cry of pain fell from her lips, crashing Rowan back down to reality from the heights of his pleasure.
“It hurts, Rowan,” she protested, eyes searching his face, passion dissipating from her eyes. “Can you…can you make it better? Can you make it stop hurting?” she begged with tears welling in her eyes.
Rowan fought hard to regain his composure. Never had he felt something so wonderful, so erotic and pleasurable as being inside of his wife. His muscles quivered with the restraint that it took to hold himself still inside of her, all the while his breathing was ragged, and his chest heaved with the effort of holding still.
Every instinct in his body told him to move, to drive into her, to spill his seed deep within her womb. She was so tight, and wet, and she felt so exquisite as she surrounded him that he knew he could not hold off much longer.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he whispered tenderly through gritted teeth. “Can ye bring yer knees up a bit…make more room for me tae…” he trailed off as she obeyed his suggestion, bringing up her knees and sending waves of ecstasy up the length of his cock as her muscles hugged him.
He knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer. He needed to move, to thrust into her, to claim her fully. His slid a finger down between their joined bodies and gently stroked her, coaxing the passion back into her eyes. He kissed her mouth, suckled her breasts and worked his fingers against her sensitive nub until he felt her tension begin to dissipate and she was again moaning against him.
Ever so carefully, he withdrew himself slightly from her wet sheath and then using every ounce of restraint that he possessed, he slid himself gently into her wetness, shuddering with pleasure.
When she cried out in response and lifted her knees higher, pulling him deeper inside of her, he came undone. All shreds of his control had evaporated, and he thrust into her now powerfully, withdrawing his full length and then sinking himself to the hilt with each thrust.
Anna moaned in ecstasy as he thrust into her with wild abandon, still stroking the nub of her desire as he claimed her.
He felt Anna’s sheath tighten around him, and he increased the rhythm of his fingers, working her in time with his thrusts. She called out his name loudly and her legs began to quiver against his as the first waves of her orgasm overtook her.
“Let go, baby…ye feel sae good…” Rowan coaxed as a growl of pleasure overtook his ability to speak. His orgasm was Earth shaking as he spilled his seed inside of a woman, his wife, for the first time. Never had he felt such pleasure. He thrust deep inside of Anna one final time, then collapsed on top of her chest, exhausted and overwhelmed with such unflagging joy that he thought he might combust.
“Och, lass, are ye well?” he asked suddenly, feeling like an oaf for dropping his full weight onto his petite wife’s chest. He rose up on his elbows and ran his hand through his unbound hair, now concerned at the lack of response from Anna. He looked down at her, her eyes were closed, and there was just a hint of a smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, eyes still closed and a faint blush now covering her cheeks.
Rowan’s chest shook with laughter, and he lowered himself down to nuzzle her neck, smiling against her flushed skin. “Aye, it was,” he said, still smiling at his wife’s open admission. Feelings of relief flooded over Rowan – he had not hurt her when he had lost his control.
“Did you know that’s what it would be like?” asked Anna, still basking in the glow of their love making.
Rowan chuckled again against her neck, fearing that if he looked at her and she opened her eyes, she would lose her boldness. “Well, I’d hoped that it would be, but I’ve never experienced such pleasure. I thought that I was going tae die!” he confessed, secretly proud that he had pleased his wife and had the self control to hold off his own pleasure until she had found hers.
A moment of silence fell between them, and Anna’s fingers traced lazily up Rowan’s chest, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake.
Rowan brushed his fingers up her belly, spreading his palm out to cup her full breast and toying with her nipple using his thumb.
“Can we do it again…so soon?” Anna asked tentatively, her husband’s touch stirring a new wave of desire deep within her belly.
“Aye,” Rowan whispered huskily as he rose above her and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. “As we’re both new tae this, I think that we’ll be needing lots of practice tae get it just right,” he said, smiling against his wife’s eager lips.
Chapter Twelve
Anna’s unabashed joy at the miracle of their love making was threatened as she watched the shadow of concern overtake Rowan’s rugged face. Her hazel eyes studied him quietly from her nest in the ravished bed, color flushing her face as she surveyed the aftermath of their lovemaking. The quilt was on the floor and the sheets were barely clinging to the feather mattress, and there was a bright red spot of blood that stood out in sharp contrast to the linen sheets. It was the last reminder of her virgin
ity, and of Rowan’s. Their act of love now sealed them together as man and wife.
Rowan shrugged on his shirt, and raked his hair into a semblance of order, retying the queue at the base of his neck. Worry was evident on his face, and his movements were swift and methodical, his eyebrows knitted together in a concentrated scowl. He felt Anna’s eyes linger on him, and he forced a smile for her benefit, gracing her with a lazy, lopsided grin.
“You’re worried,” Anna fretted, pulling herself from the warmth of the quilts and padding towards where her dress lay in a heap on the floor.
“Aye,” Rowan affirmed, knowing better than to lie to Anna. “We need tae get moving,” he said as he sat in the chair next to the hearth and pulled on his boots.
“Do you think that they’re looking for me yet?” Anna asked restlessly as she pulled on her dress and secured the lacings behind her back.
“Nay, it’s the middle of the night still, they willna ken that yer gone yet,” he assured her, hating to see the worry take over her lovely face.
Anna went to him, needing to feel the comfort of his strong arms around her, needing to assure herself that they would both be safe. She curled up in his lap and he wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin atop her head as they both looked into the fire.
Emboldened by their close bodily contact, and the feeling of safety that Rowan exuded, Anna slid her hand under his shirt and playfully teased his sensitive nipple.
Rowan giggled at her unexpected touch and pinned her arms to her sides with his hands so that she could no longer touch him.
“What do ye think yer doing?” he demanded, eyes sparkling mischievously as he held Anna’s arms securely to her sides.
“Provoking you,” Anna confessed, smiling naughtily up at her husband.
“If ye’ll remember, I’m a fair bit stronger than ye are…” Rowan trailed off as he teased her and nipped playfully at her neck. He slid the tip of his tongue down her neck and elicited a squeal of delight from Anna.
He trailed kisses down her neck, and continued to torment her by restraining her arms. His teeth tore playfully at the neckline of her gown, and Anna giggled softly, falling against his chest. He released her arms, and at once they were around his neck.
“And if you’ll remember, husband, I’m quite cunning when provoked,” she whispered suggestively into his ear and bit his earlobe in invitation.
Rowan growled deeply in his throat, promptly forgetting about his haste to get on the road.
“I suppose we’ve got a little more time before they’ll discover…before they realize that yer missing…” he trailed off, breath ragged now as he kissed her just beneath her ear, sending shivers down Anna’s spine.
“We’re newlyweds after all,” Anna giggled and arched against him, relishing his sweet torment. “And it is still the middle of the night…”
“Aye, it is. Doona worry about them coming after us now, love. Be here with me, here in this moment,” his honeyed words were smooth and began to make Anna forget everything, all of their worries, all of her fears were replaced with his touch.
His lips slanted over hers, claiming her, demanding that she yield to him. He rose from the chair next to the hearth and laid her carefully on rug in front of the diminishing fire. His hand slid up under the confines of her dress and his fingers danced lazily over her thigh.
“I want ye sae badly, baby,” Rowan whispered as he nipped at her breasts where they rose above the neckline of her dress. His eyes met hers in the firelight, and he traced the line of her jaw, drinking in her beauty as she lay before him. “I doona think that I’ll ever be able tae get enough of ye, enough of being with ye like this,” he exhaled slowly and studied his wife.
“I want you too,” she whispered, an attractive flush spreading over her cheeks as she thought about what they were going to do again.
She smiled up at him and he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her slowly, passionately. His hand slid up her leg, and his fingers brushed across the junction of her thighs, exploring to see if she was ready for him.
Anna moaned softly and spread her legs further, welcoming his touch. His fingers parted her, and he groaned in ecstasy when he discovered that she was already wet, ready for him.
Swiftly unlacing his pants, he settled between her thighs and pushed her dress up and out of the way. Anna gazed up at him, fire dancing across her skin, lust smoldering in her hazel eyes. Oh how she wanted him.
“Ye’ll be sore tomorrow, baby,” he whispered guiltily. “And I’m verra sorry for that, but I canna…” he trailed off, unable to focus on speaking when she was splayed before him, so ready and willing.
“I’ll manage,” she whispered reassuringly.
Taking his cock firmly in his hand, he settled himself at the entrance to her slick, wet heat, and as he closed his eyes, he slid ever so slowly inside her. He shuddered and goose bumps broke out on his flesh as he sank inch by inch deeper until he was sheathed to the hilt.
Anna gasped at the fullness, the stretching sensation as he filled her. Her eyes had closed involuntarily, expecting pain. She lifted her knees as Rowan had instructed last time, and sensations of pleasure flooded her body.
“Rowan!” she cried out as he withdrew slowly from her. She grabbed his butt and pulled him back inside of her, eliciting a growl of approval from deep in his throat.
“I will no abuse ye sae, we need tae do this slow and gentle…” he insisted, setting his rhythm and withdrawing from her almost completely before sinking himself deep within her again.
His finger reached down between them and he made slow circles around the heat of her desire, coaxing her, teasing her with his expert fingers.
She cried out against him, and her hips found his rhythm, rising to meet his gentle thrusts as he stroked her to the brink of madness. Her fingernails scored his back through the fabric of her shirt. She was frantic with her need for release.
Rowan felt her quicken beneath him, and he groaned as her sheath began to quiver with the first waves of her orgasm. The rhythm of his fingers increased in response, and he tormented her nub of desire, playing her harder until she came undone around him.
Anna moaned deeply and gave herself willingly into the throws of her orgasm. Her muscles tightened and she felt as though her body had shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Rowan withdrew almost completely, and then drove forcefully into her, spilling his seed and succumbing to the waves of pleasure from his own release. He was shaken by the power that his wife yielded over him, shaken by the way that she caused him to lose all control.
“How do ye do that tae me?” he panted, pushing himself up on his elbows so that he could look down at his wife.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were ruddy from his kisses. Her blonde hair spilled out beneath her on the rug and her eyes were misty with the after waves of her release.
“How do you do that to me?” she asked, grinning up at him. “I had no idea that such a thing was possible until I met you,” her eyes flitted away as she brushed the hair back from her face.
“Neither did I,” he smiled down at her and kissed her nose. “I love ye, Anna,” he whispered, kissing her gently.
“I love you too,” she responded, feeling like her heart would burst with the joy of loving her husband.
“We really need tae get going now, ye’ve dallied long enough,” Rowan teased, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
Color flushed Anna’s face, and yet she was not embarrassed by her husband’s teasing. She knew that Rowan had wanted to make love to her just as much as she had wanted him.
Anna smoothed the skirts of her dress and began to tidy her hair. She smiled deliciously at her husband, loving how he could so easily unnerve her and rattle her thoughts.
“Where exactly are we going?” she asked, curiosity piqued.
Rowan’s heart thundered as he hoped that she would approve. He hoped that she wouldn’t be disappointed.
“How would ye feel
about being a farmer’s wife?” he asked, eyebrows raised, breath hitching as he anticipated her answer.
***
As dusk settled after a long day of travel on foot, Rowan led Anna through the forest, holding her hand gently as he pulled her along behind him. He looked into the nooks and crannies formed by fallen trees, searching for the perfect place for them to take shelter for the night.
“Let’s go check down by the water,” he said, eyes glancing back at Anna to make sure that she wasn’t too tired to keep searching for the perfect protected location. “If no, we’ll come back here, this tree might be alright in a pinch,” he said, surveying the large fallen tree behind them.
He wanted to be completely hidden from view, knowing that they were not far enough away from the relentless pursuit of Arbor’s men. He did not want Anna to know how fearful he was that they might be discovered, and he maintained a casual attitude, refusing to let his wife be consumed with worry. Rowan would die protecting Anna, he just hoped that such a sacrifice would not be necessary.
They walked down towards the sound of the rushing water, and entered a small clearing that surrounded a breathtaking waterfall.
“Wow!” exclaimed Anna as she took in the small pool of water at the base of the waterfall. It looked like heaven. “Can we stay here?” she asked, eyes sparkling as she looked up at Rowan.
“It’s perfect, is it no?” he asked, holding Anna’s hand as he helped her down the rocky slope to the edge of the pool.
“Absolutely perfect,” she agreed.
There was a large stone cliff surrounding the pool, and there was an indented crevice that would serve as perfect shelter for two people for the night.
Rowan went about the business of gathering sticks to build a fire in the small alcove, and Anna busied herself with setting up their rudimentary camp. She unrolled Rowan’s woolen blanket next to the growing fire, and sat back and watched him work. Rowan’s chestnut hair fell forward as he kindled the fire, patiently blowing on the embers to get the flames to take hold. As he crouched in front of her, she admired his graceful form, muscled and sinewy; there was not an ounce of fat on the man. She was a lucky woman to be able to claim Rowan as her own.
