Page 32 of Deception

“Wait until I am ready?” Jacob rolled on top of Linnae.

She stared up at him, eyes bright and curious. Gently, he kissed her. This time, she touched his lips with her tongue. He tangled his tongue with hers, tasting, drinking her in. He’d never needed a woman so badly. But she was a maiden.

Gently, he kissed her. Her arms stole around his neck and he thrust his cock against her belly. She drew a sharp breath. Jacob slid his mouth down her jaw, her neck, downward along the curve of her breast to a nipple that jutted through the thin fabric of her shift. He drew the hard peak into his mouth and suckled.

“Good heavens,” she exclaimed, and he chuckled. “Surely, that must be a sin,” she said in a breathless voice that caused his bollocks to tighten.

“If it is, then God is cruel,” he murmured against her flesh.

She slid her fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. A shiver raced down his back. Jacob levered onto one elbow and with the other hand dragged her shift up past her waist. His cock made contact with her warm belly and need rammed through him.

With one knee, he eased her legs apart and settled between her thighs. He covered one breast with his palm and gently kneaded as he kissed her. She seemed to melt beneath him. Her fingers tightened in his hair. The curls between her legs brushed his cock, but he kept a firm hold on his desire and thrust his hard length between her moist folds. Linnae drew a sharp breath, and he feared he would spend himself in that instant.

She broke the kiss and buried her head in his shoulder. “This is very…strange,” she said.

With a prayer that she meant a good strange, he reach between them, fitted the tip of his cock to her channel and drove into her.

Her fingers tightened painfully on his hair.

He froze. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

Carefully, he drew back and thrust gently. She didn’t move. He drew back and thrust again. Still, she didn’t move. Frustration welled up. Was he doing something wrong? He thrust again, then again, then again. Pleasant friction sent a wave of pleasure through him. He increased his speed.

Linnae arched slightly. There it was. He sped up a little more and discerned her sharp intake of breath. He slid a hand beneath her back and lifted. She drew back her knees, feet flat on the mattress, and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. By God, the lass was a fast learner.

Her head dropped back onto the pillow and she gripped his shoulders. Jacob thrust faster, faster. His heart thundered. Another sharp intake of breath from her. He drove deeper and gritted his teeth against the need to take his own pleasure. He would not have his wife think him a green boy of seventeen.

Jacob forced himself not to think about her pliant warm body beneath his and concentrated on her breathing. Nae, he realized almost too late. That would sent him over the edge in an instant. He kept his rhythm steady, a little deeper, then a little more shallow.

Sweat trickled down his back despite the cool room. He would need to add wood to the fire after he finished. Faster, he drove into her. She shifted. His mind snapped to attention. He thrust again. She drew a sharp breath. Jacob thrust faster. Linnae stiffened and cried out.

His heart beat so fast that he feared it would burst through his chest as his own pleasure rolled over him.

He stroked her inner walls half a dozen more times, then lowered himself onto her to catch his breath. Her heart thundered against his chest. She drew a deep breath and blew cool air across his shoulder. Another shiver raced down his back. He slid off her and pulled her close. She said nothing. He began to grow concerned.

“Are you well, love?”

She nodded.

He’d never known a woman to talk so little.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head.

“Say something, lass, please.”

She drew back and stared at him, brows drawn. “What would you have me say?”

“Something. Anything. Did I please you? Did you hate it?”

Surprise shown in her eyes. “Hate it? Nae. I simply thought you would be tired and need rest.”

Jacob laughed and hugged her close. He intertwined his fingers with hers. Her small hand fit in his perfectly.

“A few moments rest, and I’ll show you how little rest I need.”