A Promise in Midwinter by Alyssa Stark Page A

feeling the velvety rabbit fur against the back of her body was
splendid.  Lachlan kissed his way down her neck.
    Her heart
thundered in her chest as he placed light kisses over the tops of her breasts. 
Elizabeth writhed against the rabbit skin.  Lachlan’s hand cupped her right
breast.  The sheer pleasure of feeling his hand against her sensitive skin
caused Elizabeth to moan loudly and arch against her husband.
    Lachlan opened his
mouth and allowed his heated breath to exhale against the sensitive skin of Elizabeth’s nipple.
    Elizabeth needed
something, but she did not know what.  The desire within her had grown until it
nearly consumed her from within.  The feeling of Lachlan’s warm breath against
her nipple was so sensual, so arousing.  Elizabeth knew that she could handle
no more of this sweet torment.
    And then Lachlan took her nipple into his mouth.
    Elizabeth cried
out in pleasure as she felt the hot, wetness of Lachlan’s mouth against her
nipple.  She arched against him and threaded her fingers through his hair.  She
raked her fingernails over the flesh of his back as she pulled him closer.
    Lachlan nipped at
her playfully and Elizabeth cried out his name.
    When he began to
suckle her, she thought that surely, she had died and gone to Heaven.  Lachlan worked her breast expertly, circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh of her
areola.  He nipped at her and suckled her, driving her mad with the pleasure
that his mouth brought to her.
    Sliding his hand
slowly down the flat plane of Elizabeth’s belly, he lingered there for just a
moment.  His cock ached to be inside of her, surrounded by her tight wetness.  Lachlan had to force himself to slow down.  This would be Elizabeth’s first time and for
that very reason, he needed to make it absolutely perfect.  He would ensure
that she was overcome with pleasure before he entered her.  He would pleasure
his sweet wife first, even if that meant denying the needs of his own body.
    Elizabeth writhed
against the rabbit fur blanket.  Her hands were everywhere, raking through Lachlan’s unbound hair and over his expansive shoulders.
    Lachlan pleasured
her breast with his mouth.  Ever so slowly, he slid his hand down towards Elizabeth’s heat.  He shuddered when his finger brushed over her auburn curls.  Very
gently, he parted her folds and found the wetness there.
    Lachlan tore his
mouth away for Elizabeth’s breast so that he could look upon her as he touched
her for the first time.  He stroked the sensitive skin between her thighs,
relishing the wetness that was there only for him.
    Elizabeth’s eyes
were clouded with passion.  Never in her life had she felt a more pleasurable
sensation.  Her mouth hung open in shock as Lachlan touched her there.  
His fingers danced over her skin, covering themselves with her slickness.  When
Lachlan’s finger brushed over the bead of her desire, Elizabeth’s eyes closed
and she called out in utter ecstasy. 
    “Aye, love,” Lachlan purred.  “Ye feel so good.  Surrender yourself to the feeling.  Let go, Beth,” he
cooed as he continued the sweet torment with his fingers.
    His cock bucked
with need as he watched his lovely wife.  She was consumed with passion as she
lay sprawled beneath him on the rabbit skin coverlet.  Lachlan knew that he
could not wait much longer.
    He needed to be
inside of her.
    Now.
    He growled low in
his throat.  He would make sure that she was ready, even if it killed him. 
    “Ye feel so good,
Beth,” he whispered as he slid one finger inside of her tight sheath.
    Elizabeth gasped
at the unexpected intrusion.  She felt her muscles tighten around Lachlan’s finger.  His thumb brushed expertly over her clitoris and pleasure rippled
through her body, rendering her completely helpless.  Elizabeth moaned as Lachlan began to move his finger.  He withdrew his finger very slowly and she cried out,
arching herself against his hand so that he would not leave