Pushing himself from the bed, he swiftly undressed. As it was the last time he had bared his chest to her in the tent on the first night that they had met, Skylar appeared to gaze upon him as though she had never seen a naked man before. He now believed that to be true. With the amusement of earlier, his arousal had lessened somewhat, which was likely a blessing in disguise. If she had seen the size of his rock-hard manhood, she may well have run from the room in terror.
Skylar had pushed herself to a sitting position when he had been talking to her, and she still sat in the same position where he had left her. Dropping himself down on the bed beside her, he smiled warmly at her. “Are ye all right?”
“I think so,” she said with a nod.
“Good.”
He tugged gently at the shift, and the material slipped off her shoulder with ease. Lowering his mouth, he kissed the silky soft skin of her shoulder. Skylar was still nervous, but a small gasp escaped from her when he moved his lips across her shoulder, peppering her skin with small, tender kisses.
Maxwell shifted his position, coming to kneel behind her so he could reach her long neck with ease. When his lips brushed her skin once more, Skylar tilted her head to the other side almost instinctually, elongating her neck even further to give him better access. His tongue trailed up to her ear, and softly, he pinched her earlobe in his mouth, sensually sucking on it. The low moan that came from deep in her throat only added to his arousal, which had been growing by the second. He was only glad he was behind her so she could not see.
“Ye’re such a beautiful woman, Skylar,” he whispered into her ear.
She shivered at his breath dancing on her skin and moaned again at the pleasure his touch brought her. Taking hold of the shift by both sleeves, Maxwell gradually pulled it downwards until it fell loosely to her waist. It gave him full access to those beautiful, round, milky breasts, and while his tongue continued to nibble her earlobe, he reached his hands around her body and let his fingers find those pert, hard nipples.
She gasped, taking in an even deeper breath when he brushed his fingertips over them, and in the evident pleasure of his touch, she dropped her head back onto his chest. Maxwell pulled her chin toward him and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue now tasting her once more. It was something he had been aching to do all day.
“Come, lie down with me,” he whispered. His shaft was stiff and aching once again, yet he could not hide it from her forever.
Skylar lowered herself to her back, while at the same time pushing the shift over her hips. She now lay there beside him in all her vulnerable nakedness, and not able to help himself, Maxwell gazed at her slender form from head to toe, drinking her in as though the view of her beauty was the only thing that could sustain him.
The pert nipples seemed to beg for his lips, and lowering his head, he took one in his mouth. At the same time, his hand slid down the flatness of her stomach, feeling the smooth skin under his tender touch. Skylar gasped and moaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple, his fingers now finding the softness of her folds. She was wet and aroused, and with lubricated fingers, he found that tiny bud that would eventually bring her to a state of ecstasy.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, as he slowly moved his fingers back and forth. She writhed beneath his touch, gasping and moaning as his fingers worked at a faster speed. Her back arched, her breath was frantic, and when she finally tensed, Maxwell knew it was nearly time.
“Oh, oh,” she cried, before suddenly spasming and trembling as the rush of pleasure traveled through her entire body. Again he continued, a little slower this time, ensuring she enjoyed every last second.
A rush of satisfaction ran through his being. It did not appear strange to him though, for he knew that bringing her such pleasure, watching her face flush with arousal and her body tremble under his touch, pleased him greatly. It had pleased him on that night in her bedchamber, for he knew he was the first man to have ever touched her, and the thought of being able to satisfy her gave him a gratification she likely would not understand.
His own body now ached for the same rush, the same feeling of ecstasy, to feel her softness as he entered her. Moving to lie on top of her, Maxwell noticed Skylar looking down the length of her body. Her eyes went wide, followed by a look of terror when she saw the hard, stiff member between his legs.
“It’s all right, Skylar. I promised ye I’d be gentle, and I will.”
“Will it hurt?” she cried, her brow creasing in fear.
“Only for a little while. But I swear it gets better.”
She still looked terrified when he slowly pushed himself inside her soft, wet folds. It took nearly all his willpower, but he went as slowly as he could. Moving backward and forward, he entered her, inch by inch, and though she did cry out a little, her pain seemed to quickly dissolve into moans of pleasure.
Grabbing his shoulders, Skylar pulled him to her, telling him he could go further without any words. He still took care but eventually sunk his full length into her, his arms trembling with the restraint while he supported himself above her.
The feeling of intense ecstasy grew within him, and thrusting into her, he could hardly hold on any longer. She felt so sweet and soft and tight and took in the full length of him.
“Oh, Skylar,” he cried, his eyes tightly shut, thrusting deeper and harder until eventually his own body seized and the long-awaited explosion occurred, pouring himself into her in a moment of utter elation.
A loud pulsing sound rang in his ears, and panting breathlessly, he eventually looked down at her. Skylar was panting too, a thin film of sweat beading across her face. She then beamed a sensual and delighted smile up at him, and Maxwell could not help but return it. In that very moment, a realization occurred.
I would do anything for this woman.
He pushed the thought from his mind, for he did not wish to dwell on it. Slowly, he lowered himself down beside her, slipping his arm around her back and pulling her close to his body, letting the feeling of pleasure carry him as his heart slowly steadied to the usual rhythm of its beat.
A long moment of silence hung between them. For Maxwell, it did not feel awkward. It felt right, comfortable, as though they were both lying there enveloped in the bond they had created. Eventually, however, he felt as though he ought to see if she was all right.
“Did I hurt ye?” he asked, nearly dreading the answer. There had been some pain at the beginning, he had known that, but he was sure the rest of the time her moaning and expression of pleasure had been just that, pleasure.
“Nae,” she whispered, shaking her head against his arm.
“Nae at all?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
