A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (109 page)

Muira could guess where Lachlan was heading next, and her whole body gave a thrilling tinge.  It started in the very tips of her fingers and toes, and amalgamated in the core of her womb.

“
Have you missed me, love?
”
he groaned, splaying Muira
’
s legs a fraction wider, as she nodded and moaned incoherently. 

Lachlan tiptoed his fingers through her soft thatch of curls, stroking the wetness that had pooled there.  It was torture.  His body screamed to be allowed to thrust inside her, and Muira
’
s body appeared willing and able, but Lachlan held tight to his tenuous control.  He was going to make her scream
…
even he couldn
’
t be inside her when it happened.

“
Please?
”
Muira begged, bucking her hips in wanton invitation. 

Lachlan lowered his head, nuzzling at her sex, breathing in the delicious scent of his wife.  She was musky and wet, and begging to be tasted.  His tongue darted out to tease her, lapping between her folds as he gorged himself on her salty sweetness, teasing and tormenting her as he took his time finding the magically little button that she so wanted him to stoke.

“
Lachlan,
”
she sobbed, knotting her fingers in his hair, trying desperately to direct his mouth.  He obliged her at length, letting the wet, rasping muscle of his tongue slide heavily over her clit, before drawing the bundle of nerves into his mouth and suckling hungrily. 
“
Oh God!
”
Muira screamed.  He was pinning her hips to the bed, but she wouldn
’
t stop fighting him. 
“
It
’
s not enough-
”
she choked. 
“
It
’
s not enough- I need-
”

Lachlan raised his head, his eyes burning with desire. 
“
Tell me?
”
he panted.

“
You,
”
Muira gasped. 
“
Inside me.  Now, Lachlan,
now!
”

“
Muira-
”
he choked.

“
I can
’
t wait!  Don
’
t make me wait!
”
she fairly screamed.

They couldn
’
t- or at least, they shouldn
’
t
…
but Lachlan needed Muira
so
badly, and she
’
d just handed him her permission to take her on a plate.  He was a man, not a saint, and his body had yearned to have her for such an achingly long time.

“
I
’
ll be gentle,
”
he swore, groaning as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt and finally he stripped away his kilt. 
“
I promise I-
”

“
I don
’
t care,
”
Muira sobbed, writhing against him desperately. 
“
Just love me?
”
she begged, gasping sharply when she felt the hot insistent pressure of her husband
’
s cock knocking against the slick entrance to her body.

“
You
’
re sure?
”
he grunted, and Muira could have screamed.  She forced her eyes open, and looked up into Lachlan
’
s face.  The tendons in his neck were straining and his whole body was rigid and shaking.  Muira felt a tiny flutter of fear when she realised what she was about to unleash, but the need clawing and coiling in her womb wouldn
’
t be ignored.

“
I
’
m sure,
”
she moaned, and Lachlan finally slid forwards, inching slowly into her dripping sheath as he watched for his wife
’
s reaction through the slits of his eyes. 

She gave a hiss
…
of pain?  And Lachlan froze.  His cock, aroused to the point of pain, throbbed and twitched, and demanded satisfaction, but his heart overruled his instinct to pound heedless into Muira
’
s cunt until he tasted satisfaction for the first time in months.  He spoke her name in a strangled growl.

“
Don
’
t stop,
”
Muira panted. 
“
Oh God.  You
can
’
t
stop,
”
she moaned, lifting her hips and pulling Lachlan deeper.  He slid all the way inside her, forcing her to take him, as he forced himself not to explode at the sheer bliss he felt in being held inside her body again.  She was so hot and wet, like a sodden fist that was clenched tightly around his cock.

“
I need- I need to move, love,
”
Lachlan choked.  He was sure he was hurting her, sure that she was in discomfort, he couldn
’
t bear the fact, but nor did he think his trembling thighs were going to allow him to remain still for very much longer.  He could almost
hear
the thin strands of his control straining and snapping.

“
Move,
”
Muira gasped, a very feminine smile curving her lips. 
“
I want to feel you.
”
  She felt slightly sore, and a little tender, but Lachlan always stretched her body to her very limits anyway, and the pleasure of knowing that they were once again fused as one more than compensated for any twinge of discomfort that Muira might have felt.

With a ragged groan, Lachlan obeyed his wife
’
s commanded.  He rocked back on his knees, and then sank forwards again, repeating the motion slowly and steadily, until he was absolutely certain that the noises trickling from Muira
’
s lips were mews of pleasure and not pain.  Her mouth was parted and her sheath had started to flutter around him, and Lachlan finally allowed himself to take her as he wanted-
needed-
to
…
 

He quickened his tempo, deepened his thrusts, and gripped her hips so hard that he was sure to leave bruises as he pounded into her cunt.  Muira moans had taken on a whole new level of urgency at the unexpected ferocity of his new assault.  The headboard of the bed banged against the wall with every plunge that Lachlan made, and with a smug grin he could almost guarantee that Muira would be heard outside of their room when he eventually let her come.

That was going to have to be soon
…

Lachlan could feel his body tensing to its final degree, his cock pulsed fiercely, his balls drew up against his body
…
and so he slipped a hand between their damp, sweaty skin, to the place where the were joined and pinched Muria
’
s clit mercilessly between his thumb and forefinger
…
and then, within a second of each other, their bodies were wracked by spasms of release that were so dizzying and blinding in their intensity that it was almost too great a rush of pleasure to bear.

Lachlan collapsed atop his wife once he was spent, crushing Muria into the mattress as she continued to jerk and clench around him.  His limbs absolutely refused to carry his weight as he thought about trying to lift himself off her delicate form, so Lachlan was forced to remain where he was, as he struggled to catch his breath and waited out the violent pounding of his heart.

Muira didn
’
t actually mind in the slightest.  She loved the feel of her husband, hard and overpowering, bearing down upon her body as they both fought to recover from the disorientating waves of ecstasy that had broken so violently over them.  She held him against her as they breathing gradually slowed and they drifted back down to earth.

“
That wasn
’
t-
”
Lachlan panted, easing himself off Muira just a little,
“
-
exactly
what I had in mind.
”

“
That
’
s not a complaint, I hope?
”
Muria teased, which earned her a swift, searing kiss from her husband.  She looped her arms around his neck, and tried to drag his mouth back down against her own when Lachlan pulled back, looking suddenly serious.

“
Did I hurt you?
”
he asked anxiously, casting his eyes over her flushed, sated face. 
“
I didn
’
t-
”

“
It was perfect,
”
Muria purred, nuzzling against her husband. 
“
Truly,
”
she murmured breathily.

“
You told me we were meant to wait,
”
Lachlan whispered, dotting her throat with kisses.  There was still a note of worry in his voice.

“
I feel fine,
”
Muira assured him instantly. 
“
Better than fine,
”
she giggled. 
“
Much
better than fine.
”