A Love for All Time (20 page)

She stiffened, a little shocked. No one had ever touched her breasts.
No one.
“Conn!” Her voice sounded squeaky, and perhaps a little frightened.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he soothed. “Touching is very much a part of making love, and a woman’s breasts were made to caress as well as nourish.” He fondled her gently and lovingly.

She shivered, but she was neither cold nor fearful any longer. His hands made her feel strange, not quite herself.

Conn could see she was skittish, and so he did not press his advantage over his wife. It would be better to continue this game after they had left the bath. Later when Aidan was surer of herself, and of what making love could involve, he would reintroduce water sports. “Yer a very tempting creature, Lady Bliss,” he said, and then he kissed her mouth firmly. “Do ye also scrub backs?”

Aidan colored becomingly, but with his hands gone from her body she was able to regain control of herself. “Aye,” she answered him. “Turn about, my lord husband,” and she set to work to wash him.

Her hands were firm, but soft, and Conn closed his eyes a moment. To his surprise he found that she was arousing him with her seemingly innocent touch which first smoothed down his back and then up again. Plunging her hands back into the water she soaped his buttocks beneath the water, and then requested that he turn about so she might wash his chest. He looked down at her, and smiled. Her face was very serious as she worked the fragrant lather over him. He could feel his blood beginning to boil. God’s bones! The witch was beginning to really excite him! Unable to help himself he yanked her against him wrapping his arms tightly about her, and taking her lips in a fierce kiss.

He had a perverse longing to discompose her seeming quiescence, and in this he succeeded. He coerced her lips apart; plunging his tongue into her mouth to make his first penetration of her. She initially stiffened with shock, and then she tried to fight him, tearing her head away from his passionate embrace.

“No! Oh, Conn, no!”

He gritted his teeth. “Aidan, dammit, yer my wife! I’ve been patient, I’m trying to be patient, I want to be patient; but God’s nightshirt, woman! I’m only a flesh-and-blood man! Ye excite the devil out of me, and I want to make love to ye!” He didn’t let go of her.

Startled by his words she looked up at him. “I . . . I arouse ye?” she whispered.

“Aye.”

Her eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over, and run down her cheeks. “Oh, Conn, I feel such a fool! To be such an ignorant creature at my age is embarrassing, but I just don’t know what to expect, or what to do with regards to this lovemaking. I am afraid, and I am not. I want to, and I don’t. I don’t know what to do or think!” She looked helplessly up at him.

Conn looked down into Aidan’s face, and then his hand came up to gently caress her cheek with his fingers. “Ye said earlier that ye wanted me to make love to ye tonight; that ye were ready to be my wife. Is it still so, sweetheart?”

This was her chance! This was her opportunity to change her mind, but somehow she knew that if she did she would endanger the yet young and fragile relationship that they were building. She had quickly realized that he was a good man, and certainly he was a patient one as well, but as he had said, he was only flesh and blood. A mortal. Not some perfect being, or a saint. Besides, that wasn’t the kind of man she wanted.

“Aidan? Have ye changed yer mind?”

Mutely she shook her head in the negative, and could almost see the relief wash over him.

Hoisting himself from the tub he reached back down, and drew her out of the water. Then taking a towel he began to rub her down with it. “I couldn’t possibly catch ye in that tub with all that lavender oil, sweetheart. Why yer as slippery as an eel.”

Wordlessly Aidan took a second towel from the warming rack, and began to dry her husband in return. He was going to catch a chill, she thought, and somehow the idea of cuddling with him, and whatever came after that appealed to her far more than nursing him through a winter sickness. Suddenly both were quite dry, and it dawned upon Conn to look at his bride of almost a week. He had never seen her without her clothing. Gently he set her back a bit from him, and slowly his eyes began to travel the long length of her body, widening in total and delighted surprise as they went. A long sigh hissed from between his lips.

“God’s great cock!” he said, and then he began to chuckle. “What a wonderful joke, Aidan! What an absolutely wonderful jest!”

“What?”
She was blushing again, and feeling horribly mortified by his words, and his laughter. What was wrong with her now? She reached for the sodden towel to cover herself, but he snatched it away with a mild oath.

“Damnation, sweetheart! Don’t cover yerself. Yer the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and if I live to be one hundred I don’t think that I could get my fill of looking at ye.”

Her face crumbled, and she began to weep. “Oh, monster! Oh, beast to taunt me so! I believed ye a kind man, Conn, but yer not!” She hit out at him with her fist. “Yer not!”

Surprised he reached out to draw her into his arms and comfort her. “Aidan, what is this? How have I hurt ye?”

“Ye say that I am beautiful, and we both know that I am just barely short of being quite plain,” she sobbed.

“Of face, aye, my sweet wife,” he agreed, “but Aidan, the Creator has played a delicious prank for though ye be plain of face, ye have without a doubt the most beautiful and flawless body I have ever seen on any woman, and ye must believe me when I tell ye I have seen many a lovely form.”

“What?”
she gasped. “What is this ye say?”

In reply he practically dragged her across the room to place her before the pier glass. “Look, sweetheart! Yer beautiful!”

She stared at the naked figure in the mirror. She had never before seen herself naked, but the sight meeting her eye was certainly not an unpleasant one, just a little shocking to her senses. Unconsciously she straightened her shoulders, and gazed hard at the nude figure in the pier glass. Her arms and legs were pleasingly shapely, and long. Her torso was also long, the narrow waist flowing into invitingly contoured hips, the bones wide-spaced and nicely fleshed. There was just the hint of a little rounded belly, or was it the shadow of the dancing firelight that made it seem so, the flesh swelling just slightly above her plump Venus mound. Slowly Aidan’s gray eyes moved to her breasts. They were neither too large, nor too small, but rather soft, perfect globes of warm flesh with sweetly formed pink nipples that now stood erect in the chill of the room.

She looked questioningly at him standing in the glass behind her. “Are ye telling me, Conn, that ye have never seen a more beautiful female form than mine? This is the truth? Not just a bridegroom eager to please his wife, eager to bed her?”

“Aye, my sweetheart, I swear it!” he answered. “I have never seen
anyone
with a more beautiful form.” Then he chuckled once again. “If ye prove to be wanton, my wife, I shall never ask the Creator for anything else ever again. I vow it on the Blessed Mother!”

Laughter bubbled up in her throat, and spilled over into the quiet room. “Oh, Conn!” she said, spacing her words between her mirth, “there is still a great deal of the boy in ye after all.”

“But more than enough man for ye, Aidan, I promise ye!” he murmured, his arms slipping about her waist for a moment as he bent to kiss her shoulder.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as his lips grazed her skin. It was as if his mouth were burning her, leaving a fiery imprint upon her flesh.

His hands slid upward to cup her round breasts, his warm strong fingers kneading the flesh gently, teasing at her nipples. “Sweet,” he whispered against her ear. “Oh, my Aidan, how very sweet ye are!”

His touch no longer shocked or terrified her even as with curious eyes she watched his actions in the mirror. Indeed his touch seemed to release her final inhibitions. Closing her eyes she sighed deeply allowing the honeyed feelings his hands seemed to encourage to sweep over her, to catch her up in budding passion. “Conn,” she breathed softly turning, and slipping her arms about his neck as she felt her legs weakening under her.

He stopped just long enough to lift her up, his lips taking hers once more in a tender kiss, and then cradling her in his arms he walked across the bedchamber floor to gently deposit her in their bed. “Aidan?” he questioned her softly, a final time.

“Did ye not say, my lord, that there can be no turning back now,” she murmured up at him, and reaching up drew him down to her.

With a pained groan he fell to the bed, rolling over and drawing her with him. He couldn’t believe how quickly his own desire had risen, and now a voice within his head cautioned further patience. How he initiated her into the art of Venus would determine the future happiness of their bedsport. He could hear in his brain an echo of the voice of Peggy Brady who had taught him so well how sweet passion could be.

He could feel the swellings of her breasts against his hard chest. Opening his eyes he found her looking at him, her gaze a mixture of shyness and curiosity. He reached up, and undid her hair which had been pinned atop her head for the bath. The coppery tresses tumbled free, and he ran a hand through the silkiness of them, singling out one lock which he took between two fingers, and kissed. A faint aroma of lavender clung to the curl.

Aidan shivered with delight both from his kiss, and from the sensation of feeling her hip-length hair upon her skin. A second shiver rippled through her as a long finger traced the line of cheekbone, and down her jaw. Turning her from her side onto her back he bent and began to press feathery kisses onto her breasts. A soft, surprised, “Ohhh,” escaped her. His mouth closed over a tempting nipple, and began to draw upon it. She had never felt anything like the sensation that suddenly raced through her tingling her from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. “Mmmmmmmm,” she murmured. His hand smoothed across her belly. “Ahhhhh,” she sighed, and squirmed with pleasure.

Conn was somewhat surprised for he had expected protests long before this. Instead she was almost purring as his touch aroused her innocence. His fingers moved lower, seeking the very source of her femininity, and as he found it he heard her intake of breath, her tiny gasp. It was reassuring for although he had no doubts as to her virginity, her easy acceptance of his exploration had somewhat unnerved him.

“Conn,” she whispered, a small nervous note to her voice. She had enjoyed the stroking, and his attentions to her breasts, but this was too intimate a touch. Her hands moved to prevent further liberties.

“Nay, sweetheart,” he reassured her pushing her hands away. “This is all part of it. I swear.”

“I’ve never even touched myself there,” she said.

“I’ll not hurt ye, Aidan. It helps to prepare ye for yer first time. Will ye trust me?” God’s nightshirt! He was burning for her!

“Aye, my lord,” she said low. “I will trust ye.”

He kissed her softly, and then continued in his explorations of her.

She tried very hard to remain still as he toyed with her, but the tiny jewel of her womanhood proved extremely sensitive, and a low moan escaped from between her lips. Her hips began to move almost of their own volition as his delicate tickling caused a sensation of little thrills to sweep over her. She was beginning to understand why both men and women succumbed to the lure of lust, and she was unable to prevent herself from saying, “Oh, Conn! ’Tis so delicious! Tell me that there is even more!”

His first instinct was to be shocked, but then he chuckled, relieved that she was enjoying herself. It was all to the good, and he really didn’t want a woman like his elder half-sisters, or his mother. “There is more, sweetheart !” he answered her.

“I . . . I want it now, Conn! I want it all now! I can bear no more of yer trifling! Love me!”

“Aidan, sweet . . .” he began. He
must
go slowly.

“Now!”
she pleaded with him. “Oh, please now!” A fine sheen of perspiration had suddenly surfaced on her body, and she squirmed restlessly.

He covered her body with his, his weight almost crushing her for a moment until he had readjusted their positions. She flung her arms about him, pressing herself fiercely against him, loving the feel of his body upon hers. Passionately he kissed her, their tongues fencing sweetly, and then he whispered to her, “Open yer legs for me, Aidan.” She shivered intensely, but there was no hesitation in her compliance. She had been quick to arouse, and now he found her young body moist and ready for him. Gently he positioned himself, trying with utmost care to breach her maiden defenses, but to his surprise she whispered in his ear.

“Nay, Conn! I know there is pain the first time. Ye do me no kindness to dally. Thrust home hard, my husband! Let us have done with this troublesome virginity of mine so we may attain the sweet portion!” and she pushed her hips up hard at him.

Instinctively he pressed back, driving into her in one powerful stroke, absorbing her cry of pain into his own mouth, pinioning her beneath him in passionate thrall.

Aidan had known that there would be pain, but she had not been quite prepared for the fiery burst that spread into her loins with a throbbing smarting ache. She had cried out, but he had muffled her sob, stroking her face and her hair tenderly in a soothing gesture. She felt the tears upon her cheeks, but he kissed them away as he lay still for a moment atop her. As the pain began to subside she suddenly became aware of a fullness within her, a throbbing fullness. It was then that he began to move against her.

No one had prepared her for what happened next, but then in the afterward she wondered if anyone could have explained it. As her handsome husband moved upon her, thrusting slowly at first with deep measured strokes until she moaned uncontrollably; then thrusting with increasing speed until she knew for certain that she would die in this maelstrom of desire; Aidan began to lose control of her own mind, and body and soul. She felt as if she were climbing a high hill, climbing, and climbing toward a top that never seemed to materialize; and then suddenly it did, and she was hurled down with wild speed into a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors, and that was all that she could remember until she heard Conn’s dear voice calling to her, almost pleading with her to speak to him. Slowly, and with great difficulty she opened her eyes, but it was hard to keep them open for her eyelids felt so heavy.