“Thank you for sending me a Da, and please tell Papa I love him,” Katie said, finishing her prayers. Lorna knelt next to the bed with her while Thomas stood in the doorway and watched. “Amen.”
"That was a very nice prayer,” Lorna told Katie as she tucked her in.
“Are we going to Scotland, Mama?” Katie asked.
“It’s possible. Would you like to?” Lorna asked.
“Can I say ‘aye’ once we’re there?” Katie asked and grinned.
“Aye and Nay,” Lorna said; giggling with Katie and tickling her belly.
“Will William come too?” Katie asked.
“Of course. You, me, and William will all go,” Lorna answered.
“And Da,” Katie said. It was amazing how quickly she’d taken to Thomas. Lorna knew Katie was missing Patrick, but she didn’t realize how much until she watched how Katie had taken to and then clung to Thomas.
“And Da,” Lorna said, stealing a look back at Thomas who was standing in the door smiling.
“I want to go to Scotland, Mama,” Katie said and yawned. “I want to meet my Grandda and Grandma.”
“We told you, in Scotland, she’s called Grandmither ,” Lorna explained, “but if you slip and call her Grandma, she wouldn’t mind.”
“Do you think she’ll like me?” Katie asked.
“Very much,” Thomas answered from the door. “You’ll also have an Uncle Dylan and Aunt Ava.”
“I’ve never had an Aunt or Uncle,” Katie said, yawning again.
“By the time we return, you should have a new cousin too,” Thomas told her, “would you like that?”
“Yes,” Katie said, then she giggled and said, “aye.”
Thomas couldn’t help but laugh with her. Lorna kissed her on the head once more. “Goodnight, Katie girl.”
“Goodnight, Mama.”
Thomas walked over to the bed and leaned down, kissing Katie in the same spot Lorna did, “goodnight, Katie. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight,” Katie answered, then she grinned at him once more and added, “Da.”
Thomas had a lump in his throat and didn’t think he could talk, so he just nodded at her. She really was the sweetest little lass he’d ever met. William was easy for him to love since he was his son, but Thomas didn’t understand how quickly Katie had worked her way into his heart.
Lorna and Thomas walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind them. Lorna went to William’s room and peeked in; she always put him down an hour before Katie, so he was already fast asleep. She went back downstairs and locked both doors while Thomas watched.
“Do you get many unwelcome visitors here at night?” Thomas asked grinning.
“No,” Lorna answered, “it was something I never worried about while Patrick was alive, but since he’s been gone, and just me and the children have been living here, I’ve gotten used to locking up at night.”
“Do you need to do anything else?” Thomas asked.
“No,” Lorna answered again. “I usually sit and sew for an hour or so once the children are sleeping.”
“Let’s go to bed, Lorna,” Thomas said, holding his hand out to her.
“Thomas,” Lorna said, but he interrupted her.
“It’s our wedding night, Lorna,” Thomas said, “a wedding night I’ve been looking forward to for ten years. Come, let’s go to bed.”
“Ten years?” Lorna asked, “We were only to wed three years ago.”
“I’ve been waiting to share your bed since our betrothal when I was four and ten,” Thomas told her. She took his hand, and he pulled her behind him up the stairs.
They entered the bedroom, the same one Lorna had shared with Patrick. She stopped and stared at the bed, looking forward to the new experiences she’d soon have there.
“Is it too hard for you, thinking about being in this bed with me?” Thomas asked.
“Nay,” Lorna answered, “there was no intimacy between Patrick and myself in it. At most, Patrick kissed my cheek before rolling over and going to sleep.”
“Then let me show you how good a bed can be,” Thomas said, turning her around and undoing the buttons on the back of her dress.
Thomas let his fingers brush against the bare skin on her neck, and once the buttons on her dress were unfastened, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Lorna brought her arms up to cover her breasts, although Thomas still stood behind her.
“Nay,” Thomas said, wrapping his arms around her and gently pushing her arms down to her sides.
Lorna let him, anxious to see what he was going to do next. She wasn’t disappointed when he brought his hands back up and cupped both breasts over her camisole, pulling Lorna towards him so her back pressed against his front. He pinched her nipples, and Lorna gasped and then moaned. She felt his cock harden and press into her back.
“I remember how much you liked this before,” Thomas said, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
“Aye,” Lorna said, leaning back against him and closing her eyes.
Thomas pulled his hands away, and before Lorna had a chance to respond, he scooped her up in his arms, carried her over to the bed, and set her down on the side of it.
“What are you doing, Thomas?” Lorna asked as he knelt on the floor in front of her.
“Taking off your boots and stockings,” Thomas said, grabbing her foot and undoing the laces on her boot.
“I can do it,” Lorna said.
“Nay,” Thomas said, “let me.”
He peeled off one boot and then the other. He set them on the floor at the foot of the bed before reaching for the ties on her stockings. He undid each one and rolled them down her legs. Soon she was sitting in front of him wearing only her camisole and drawers.
He undid the ties on her camisole, pulling the sides apart and exposing her cleavage. Thomas leaned forward and placed a kiss on the exposed skin. He heard Lorna’s breathing change as he grabbed the bottom of the garment and pulled it up over her head.
“Thomas,” Lorna whispered as he gently pushed her down on the bed and latched on to one of her nipples with his lips and teeth.
“You’re so beautiful, Lorna,” Thomas said, flicking her hardened nipples with his fingers. “I want to give you so much pleasure.”
“Yes, Thomas,” Lorna replied.
He kissed her then, thrusting his tongue past her lips, and then gently touching it to hers before pulling it back. Lorna’s tongue followed it’s path, and this time, it was her tongue passing his lips and searching out Thomas’s.
Thomas let her explore his mouth and control their kiss as he untied the ribbon on her drawers. Once it was undone, he broke the kiss, stood, and stripped the drawers from her body. Lorna didn’t move as he pulled his shirt over his head, baring his torso. Thomas looked down at her lying before him, naked, and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Because of the way he’d sat Lorna on the edge of the bed, her knees and calves still hung over the side. Lorna watched as Thomas knelt on the floor in front of her once more. She squealed when he grabbed her knees and pushed her legs far apart; placing his shoulders between them.
“Thomas,” Lorna said, “ what are you doing?”
“You don’t remember?” Thomas replied and chuckled. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He pushed her knees out even further, making her cunny open so it exposed everything to him. He leaned forward; driving his tongue into her opening and collecting some of her juices before pulling it back out and swirling it around her clit, which began to harden almost instantly.
“Thomas,” Lorna whispered, not really wanting anything from him, just needing to say his name.
Thomas was relentless, driving his tongue in and out of her, swirling it around her hardened nub, and flattening it and putting pressure on that special spot. He repeated the pattern, over and over. Lorna began rocking her hips, trying to create as much contact with his mouth as possible. It took a few minutes, but
finally, Lorna moaned, arched her back and orgasmed so hard she would have come off the bed if Thomas wasn’t holding her down at the hips.
Lorna lay there stunned as Thomas stood and unbuttoned his britches, his cocked popped out. He stood on one leg as he tried to peel the material off his legs. Lorna finally laughed as she watched him.
“Why men wear these silly things I don’t understand,” Thomas said, finally sitting down on the bed so he could finish peeling the clothing off his legs.
“Missing your plaid?” Lorna asked, pushing herself up, so she was propped up on her elbows.
“Aye,” Thomas said, finally getting the britches off, “at home, I’d have flipped my kilt up, and you’d already have screamed my name at least once.”
Thomas moved so fast that Lorna didn’t have time to react. One minute he was sitting on the bed talking to her, and the next she was flat on her back with Thomas stretched out on top of her. They lay skin to skin, with Thomas’s hard cock pressing between her thighs.
“Open your legs for me,” Thomas said, kissing her. Lorna opened them slightly.
“More,” Thomas said, kissing her harder and longer. Lorna grinned and opened them a tiny bit more.
“More,” He said once more, kissing her so long and hard Lorna had to turn her head away to catch her breath. She opened her legs wide, feeling the cool air against her slick skin.
Thomas lined his cock up at her opening and began to press forward, slowly. Lorna was so wet that he slipped in easily. He looked down, and her eyes were closed.
“Open your eyes, Lorna,” he said, pushing her knees up and burying his cock in her as deeply as he could. Lorna looked at him as he said, “I want you to remember who’s loving you.” He pulled his cock out and pushed back inside. “You’re mine, Lorna.” He pulled out and pushed in twice more; both of them beginning to breathe heavier. “Mine,” he said again, never looking away from her.
Lorna felt the emotion in his words as he pulled his cock out and drove it back into her. She wanted to say similar things to him, but was afraid to. She held herself back; she would enjoy his body, but she wouldn’t give him her heart this time. She couldn’t survive a heartbreak like that again. Lorna wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, raising her hips and meeting his every thrust.
Thomas knew he was close, and so was Lorna, he reached his hand down between them, taking her clit between his finger and thumb, he pinched it, applying pressure slowly, until he felt Lorna’s cunny tighten around his cock. She wrapped her limbs around Thomas’s body tighter, burying her face in his neck as she screamed out her pleasure. Thomas thrust into her a few more times before joining her, pushing his cock up as far into her as he could.
Thomas waited for both of their breathing to return to normal before rolling onto his side and pulling her close to him; her back to his chest. He threw an arm over her, cupping her breast in his hand.
“You’re very quiet,” Thomas said in her ear.
“Aye,” Lorna answered, “just thinking,”
“About what?” Thomas asked.
She didn’t want to tell him the truth, that she’d been thinking about him, and wondering if they could ever get back the trust and love they once shared. Instead, she lied.
“I was thinking about what you said; that you were going to teach me something new,” Lorna teased, “but I remember doing most of those things last time, just without a bed.”
“Give me a few minutes,” Thomas said, nuzzling the back of her neck, “and we can go again.”
Lorna couldn’t hold back her laugh, and Thomas joined her. The more time she spent with him, the harder she knew it was going to be to guard her heart. Lorna snuggled in closer, and before long they both fell into a deep sleep.
**********
Lorna woke in the middle of the night, needing to relieve herself. Since Patrick died, she’d been using the chamberpot in the room when she woke, but she didn’t feel comfortable doing that with Thomas sleeping there.
She threw her wrapper around her naked body and tied the belt at her waist. She tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. She went outside and used the outhouse before making her way back to the bedroom.
A candle that sat on the small table next to the bed was now lit, and the bed was empty. Before Lorna could turn and look around for Thomas, she heard the door close behind her, and then Thomas’s strong arms wrapped around her once more. He untied her wrapper before pulling it off her shoulders and letting it fall around her feet. He tightened his hold on her; one hand holding her breast while the other slid between her legs and cupped her cunny.
“Time for something new,” Thomas said, walking her forward and pushing her torso down to rest on the bed.
“This could be interesting,” Lorna said, her heart beating wildly once more.
Thomas used his foot to push her feet apart, once more exposing everything between her legs to him. He ran one finger up and down her cunny. He started at her clit, and let his finger trail upward to her opening. He did it over and over until he felt wetness begin to gather, and Lorna moved her hips, trying to catch his finger and take it inside.
Lorna sighed when he finally thrust a finger up inside her. He pulled his finger out and then used two when he reentered her. Lorna began thrusting her hips back, matching Thomas as he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back inside, looking for a particular spot.
Thomas let go of her hip and brought his other hand down and began playing with Lorna’s clit. He pulled his fingers out of her cunny; they were so wet they glistened in the candlelight. He used one finger and smeared the wetness around her back hole, before pushing the tip of his finger inside.
Lorna was going to protest until Thomas began rubbing her clit harder and faster. She tried to pull away as he pushed his finger further into her backside, it burned, but not in a bad way.
Thomas worked his finger in and out of her bottom, each time going a little deeper. Lorna’s clit was so hard he knew she was close to reaching her pleasure. Thomas began pumping his finger in and out of Lorna’s arse, more than pleased when once again she started rocking back against his hand, trying to take him deeper.
As Lorna’s orgasm began, Thomas pulled his finger out of her arse and lined his cock up at with her cunny. He began to press forward, rocking his hips, and causing Lorna’s orgasm to continue.
“Let me in,” he said to her, slapping her on the arse. Smack. Pushing forward more, “you’re so tight.” Smack.
Lorna didn’t know what to concentrate on. Thomas’ cock in her cunny, his fingers working her clit, or his hand striking her arse. The combination was almost too much, and every time she’d think her orgasm was ending, he’d do something, and it would start again.
Thomas gripped Lorna’s hips and began thrusting into her as fast and hard as he could, her cunny gripping his cock was so tight. Once he felt Lorna begin to relax, he slapped her once more, smack, and drove himself into her, his seed erupting from his cock.
Thomas laid on her back for a moment before pushing off of her and standing. He pulled her up and turned her into his embrace. He kissed her long and hard.
“Was that new?” he asked, grinning down at her.
Lorna laughed before she said, “aye, that was new.”
Thomas tucked her into bed and then climbed in next to her, once more pulling her into his arms. They had a couple more hours to sleep before it would be time to get up and start the morning chores.
**********
Lorna woke at her usual time, just as the sun was beginning to rise. She was laying on her side, facing Thomas. The night had been warm, so neither of them had covers on. Lorna got up on her knees, staring down at his naked body. It was the first time she’d gotten a good look. Thomas woke and slipped his fingers between her legs, finding her still wet from their coupling a few hours earlier.
“Are you sore?” Thomas asked, pushing a finger up inside of her.
“Tender,” Lorna said, �
��but not sore.”
Lorna was staring at Thomas’s cock. Watching it grow bigger, and she was fascinated by it. She reached out with just one finger and touched it, Thomas jerked, and she pulled her hand back.
Thomas laughed and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her up and over his body. He brought her down so she straddled him, landing directly on his cock, and impaling her with it. Lorna gasped, then leaned forward, placing her hands on Thomas’s chest.
“Ride me,” Thomas said, lifting her hips so his cock slid part of the way out before letting go and letting her fall back on him. Lorna ground her hips down, finding the perfect angle so her nub rubbed against his skin.
“Like this?” Lorna asked, using her hands to steady herself as she rocked her hips forward and back.
“Aye,” Thomas said, putting his hands behind his head and letting Lorna experiment.
She rode him slowly at first, trying out different angles until she found the best one. She picked up her pace, grinding her pelvis down on him, trying to take him deeper.
Thomas waited until her cunny gripped his cock once more before bringing his hands down and gripping her waist, lifting her and slamming her down on his cock. Once more she was tight but so wet he slipped in and out of her easily. Thomas thrust his hips up one last time, his orgasm stronger than any he’d ever felt before.
Lorna collapsed on Thomas’s chest, trying to catch her breath. She could hear his heart pounding, and wondered if he’d enjoyed the night as much as she did.
“Lorna?” Thomas’s voice broke into her thoughts.
“Aye, Thomas,” Lorna answered.
“That was amazing,” Thomas told her, kissing the top of her head. “I always knew it would be.”
“Aye,” Lorna said, “I did too.”
“I love you, Lorna,” Thomas said, kissing her and hoping she’d say it back.
“Don’t say that, Thomas,” Lorna said, breaking the kiss and looking away.
“Why not?” he asked. “It’s true, and you love me too.”
“Nay,” Lorna said.
“You do, Lorna,” Thomas insisted, “I know you do, and I’m not giving up until you say it back.” Thomas heard a thump come from one of the children’s rooms.
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