His Bonnie Bride by Hannah Howell (the beginning after the end read novel .TXT) 📕

Letting her free hand roam over his bared torso, she murmured, "I was a little tempted to see if he had all he should have as his outward perfection of appearance quickly bred some skepticism."

Releasing her arm, he ran his hand through his hair. "Curse ye, I ken what I saw. Ye wanted him."

Bending closer, she traced his frowning lips with her tongue. Her fingers hesitated before unlacing her gown, for she had never boldly revealed herself to him. He always undressed her. There was also far more light in the room than there usually was. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she strengthened her resolve. She brushed light kisses over his face as she eased off her night rail.

Tavis's breath caught in his throat. It was the first time he had been freely shown her lovely form. He briefly forgot Alexander MacDubh and the jealousy he refused to recognize as he looked his fill at her supple figure. His hands began to reach for her when he recalled what they had been talking about, and he hesitated.

"Ye would go to bed with him. They all do," he grumbled huskily as her lips explored his throat.

"Only if ye tossed me aside and he was there to pick me up. Only an I still had no kin to seek shelter with and had to go to his keep. Aye, Tavis." Her kisses moved to his chest as her fingers unlaced his braes. "I would most like end up in his bed. I have no doubt that he knows how to pleasure a woman as well as ye do."

A groan escaped him when her tongue flicked over the hard nubs of his nipples. His hands buried themselves in her hair when she gently suckled. He was so caught up in that new pleasure that he gave no thought to how she removed his braes, merely lifted his hips to aid her. It was the same when she slid off his leggings, for her lips and tongue were playing over his taut stomach.

Out of all the ladies he had bedded in his life, Katerine had been the most skilled in pleasuring a man, knowing where and how to touch. Never had a lady made use of her mouth. That was a skill usually employed only by the high-priced courtesan. Only once had his frugal soul allowed him to pay out the coin for that pleasure, yet it had not set him on fire as the tiny English lady was now doing. Disgust or shock at her boldness was the very last thing on his mind. He simply wondered how bold she would be. "Do ye think to convince me that ye had no interest in Alex?" he rasped.

"Nay, Tavis. I mean to show ye that until ye turn me away, 'tis only your bed I wish to share no matter whose beauty I might appreciate with my eyes." She took his hand to her mouth, kissing the palms before tracing each finger with her tongue, repeating the gesture on the other hand as she spoke. "These are the only hands I wish to know my secrets, the only ones I want upon my skin." She kissed him. "This is the only mouth I wish upon mine. The only lips I want to taste me." She moved her kisses to his chest. "This is the only pillow I need for my head." She let her tongue play around his navel. "Here is the only belly I want to press against mine, move against it in the most intimate of rhythms." Her teeth nipped gently at his thighs. "These are the only legs I wish entwined with mine, pushing my thighs apart so that this can find its way within me to fill me, satisfy for the moment a hunger that seems to always be with me and drive me to that paradise only ye can take me to."

Tavis gasped, bending over as her tongue teased the length of his manhood. His breath came in ragged gasps as her tongue curled around him, stroked and teased, leaving none of the intimate area unexplored. He doubted she would perform that final intimacy, but cared little at the moment, for his control was already strained near to the breaking point.

Suddenly Storm was grasped beneath her arms and jerked to her feet. To her surprise they did not lie down upon the bed, but he pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him as she knelt facing him. A gasp that was a mixture of shock and pleasure escaped her as he eased their bodies together.

His hands cupping her buttocks, he directed her movements until she caught on. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue plunging deeply as his hands moved over her. When he could tear his eyes from the way her lithe form moved upon him or the passion so evident upon her face, his lips feasted upon her breasts. As she cried out, her tremors indicating her release, he grasped her hips to hold her to him, but there was no need. She pressed down upon him, her slim hips rotating gently, increasing the intensity of his own release. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her breasts and rocked gently as pleasure washed over him and he slowly returned to normalcy.

"God, so good. 'Twas so good." He felt her inner muscles flex and murmured with pleasure. "Nice. Ye are the best I have e'er enjoyed." His gaze settling upon the point where they were still joined, his hands gently rotated her hips, and he felt himself grow taut with a renewed passion. "Ye were made for this, for pleasuring a man."

Storm was surprised by how quickly he was ready to enjoy her again. She was equally surprised at how ready she was to enjoy him as well. With a throaty laugh, she gave herself over to