Shipwrecked (17 page)

He placed light
kisses across her delicate collar bone, and worked his way slowly up her neck. 
Liquid fire coursed through Anna’s blood as his lips touched her skin.  She
reached her arms up behind his neck and held on tightly, as she was afraid that
her knees might give out in response to his sweet torment.  Rowan drew away and
looked down at his wife, eyes clouded with passion.  He placed a finger on her
full bottom lip, and when she parted her lips willingly in response, he settled
his mouth gently atop hers.

Rowan kissed her
slowly and tenderly, savoring her silky lips beneath his own.  She tasted like
sunshine and honey, and as he slid his tongue into her mouth to fully taste
her, he thought that he might die from the sheer pleasure.  Anna met his kiss
with enthusiasm, and she spurred him on with her insistent tongue.  She moaned
softly against him and leaned into the kiss, driving him wild with desire. 
Rowan broke away from her, and rested his forehead against hers before placing
a chaste kiss on her lips and standing to his full height.

“Ye canna imagine
how many times I’ve dreamed of that since we’ve been apart.  Ye feel so damn
good, and I canna believe that yer mine…” Rowan trailed off, flooded with
emotion. 

“Stop talking and
kiss me again, husband,” Anna said impatiently as she grabbed his queue and
pulled his mouth down atop hers.

Rowan growled
again and obliged his wife’s request.  He kissed her with all of the pent up
passion and frustration that he had been harboring since she was taken from
him.  He claimed her mouth, tasted her sweet tongue and caused her knees to
buckle with the passion of his kiss.  When rational thought returned to his
mind, he broke the kiss, and breathing heavily, looked down at his beautiful
bride.  He was determined to make this night perfect.

She stared up at
him, lips ruddy from his kisses and hazel eyes clouded with passion from his
touch.

Rowan had never
wanted something so badly in his entire life.

Slowly, Rowan
reached out and spun Anna so that her back was to his front.  He kissed a trail
down her graceful neck and ran his hands across her breasts and over her
belly.  Anna melted against him, and reached up her hand behind his neck to toy
with the small hairs at the base of his skull.  She felt his desire pressing
against her buttocks, and she pushed against him, eliciting a groan of pleasure
from Rowan.

He ran his fingers
over her breasts and cupped them through the fabric of her dress.  Anna’s
nipples stood in response to his touch, and he flicked his thumbs playfully
across them.  His fingers traced the line of her narrow waist and found the
laces at the back of her dress, fumbling to untie them.  Her dress finally gave
way and he pulled the bodice away from her torso, sliding it inch by inch down
her body and over her hips until it lay in a pool around them on the floor.

“Let me look at
ye, Anna,” he whispered into her hair as he spun her slowly around to face
him. 

She was clad now
only in her silk chemise, lace rimmed edges cresting the tops of her breasts
and thighs.  The fabric was so delicate that Rowan could see her up thrust
nipples and the blonde hairs shielding her womanhood nestled between her supple
thighs.  She was exquisite, and his cock pulsed in the restraint of his pants
in response to her body.

Anna bit her
bottom lip and boldly took the thin fabric of her chemise between her fingers. 
She slid one arm out of the straps and then the other, clutching the cool
fabric to her breasts for a moment as she held Rowan’s gaze.  She slid the
silky fabric over her breasts and down her body, pushing it over her hips and
allowing it to fall to the floor.  She stood unashamed and naked in front of
her husband.

Rowan stood as
still as a statue, eyes burning across the naked skin of his wife.  He knew
that she was beautiful, but to see her in her full glory took his breath away. 
Her skin was golden in the firelight, and her long blonde hair cascaded down
her back, disheveled from his fingers running through it.  Her breasts were
full and crowned with taut pink nipples that Rowan knew ached for his touch. 
The skin of her belly was firm and tapered into a V of curls that shielded her
intimate feminine parts, surrounded on either side by perfectly proportioned
curvy hips.  She was heaven on Earth, and she belonged to him.

Rowan reached out
slowly and traced the delicate curve of her side, causing goose flesh to break
out on her skin.  She took a step towards him and began unbuttoning his shirt,
taking her time as she did so.  When the last button was undone, she ran her
fingers lightly across his chest, brushing his sensitive nipples as she did so,
causing him to shiver in response to her touch. 

Anna felt powerful
as she dropped his shirt to the ground, knowing that her lightest touch could
evoke such a strong reaction in such a huge man.  Her confidence bolstered by
his reaction, she slid her fingers slowly down his chest and beneath the fabric
of his pants, pulling them away from his body as she unbuttoned them.

When her fingers
faltered with the buttons, Rowan took over, and with her hands atop his, they
removed his pants.

Anna gasped
involuntarily when she saw his erection break free from the confines of his
pants.  She took a step back, and her eyes now held a look of fear.

Rowan chuckled
softly at her response to him.  “Ye were made tae fit me, Anna.  Doona fash yerself,
I promise…ye were made for me,” he whispered honeyed words in an effort to
revive the passion in her eyes.

“I don’t think…”
she trailed off, eyes wild with disbelief and unable to find the right words to
tell Rowan that there was no way that this could possibly work.

Rowan pulled her
towards his chest and wrapped her in his arms, shivering from feeling the expanse
of her naked body against the length of his own.  “If it makes ye feel any
better…this is my first time too,” Rowan revealed his secret, the fact that he
was also a virgin.

“How is that
supposed to make me feel better?  I thought you said that you knew that it
would fit!” Anna fretted, now alarmed.

Rowan’s chest
shook beneath her cheek as he worked hard to suppress his laughter.  “It will,
baby, I promise.  And it will fell sae good that ye’ll be begging me for it
next time,” he vowed, secretly hoping that he wouldn’t hurt Anna.  He was a
large man, and because her body was petite and fine boned, Rowan knew that he
would need to be careful and controlled when he entered her for the first
time.  He would need to give her time to adjust to him, and he only hoped that
his willpower would be sufficient to restrain his instinctual movement.

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.