Written In Stone

eyebrows. She could never imagine being with another man. This handsome warrior was the only man she ever wanted — body and soul. Grazing her fingertips along his stubbled cheek, she then ran the tip of one finger over his full bottom lip. His lips always made her feel like leaping into his arms and kissing him, and now she was.
    Bettina didn't know how to kiss exactly, she only knew that lips connected, so she pressed her lips firmly to his and moved her hand up his stomach to his chest, raking her nails along his skin since he seemed to enjoy that attention. She thought he would stop her, but after a moment, she felt one of his arms wrap around her, and the other cup her face. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. She gazed into his. Lust filled her, desire licked through her like a flame coming to life. She flicked her tongue over her lips. That was the invitation he was waiting for. He suddenly pulled her over on top of him and slid her around until she lay on the bed looking up at him.
    "Oh, lass," he whispered.
    His mouth came down on hers. His tongue pressed her lips open, and sliding into her mouth, it touched hers. Bettina thrilled at the feel of him and moved her tongue. The kiss made her bloodstream feel molten and her body seemed to know exactly how to move and what to do. His hands roamed over her body, and she heard a moan deep in his chest. She thought he was trying to swallow her, and she wanted him to. Her hands fisted in his hair and her legs moved over his, her hands moving from his head, over his shoulders, and over his body.
    The kiss went deeper, sliding deep into Muredach. He'd never kissed a woman like this, with body and soul. He felt himself spiraling into unknown territory, letting it take him wholly. When he pulled back, he slid his lips over her face, kissing her gently, moving down her throat to her breasts. God, how he'd wanted to taste her breasts, to suck her puckered nipples deep into his mouth and feel her move beneath him. He suckled her nipples, while moving one hand over her flat stomach and down her thighs to separate them. He moved a finger to the cleft between her legs and moved gently up and down, feeling the wetness that gathered there. He sucked her nipple, pulling it deeper into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, igniting a new fire inside of him.
    She moved against his hand as he moved his finger in and out of her, using his thumb against her clit. When she began to whimper and call his name, he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his mouth. She immediately sat up, her eyes open wide, looking at him, but when his tongue flicked over her clit then slid further down and into her pussy, she fell back onto the bed. With her eyes closed, she let the sensations take her again. Her hips bucked against him, and he held her against the bed. He teased her and played with her, watching her face and listening to her moans. Every time she seemed close to an orgasm, he pulled her back.
    "No, no, no," she breathed hoarsely. "Doona stop, please doona stop!"
    He grinned and flicked his tongue over her clit, again and again, not allowing her hips to move, her legs trapped under his big body. She moaned and rolled her head from side to side. She begged him for something seeming just out of her reach, and when he finally allowed her to grasp it, she screamed, coming off the bed, grabbing his head, and holding on tight. After, she fell backwards and sucked a breath deep into her lungs.
    Muredach licked her clean, kissed her abdomen, moved up to her breasts, and suckled gently as she caught her breath. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled over so she was on top of him. She lay across his chest while he held her, stroking her back, running his fingers through her silky hair. Muredach felt as if he was the only man on earth to have a woman like this. He was satisfied and happy.
    When Bettina's breathing returned to normal, he caught her face in his hands and kissed her mouth, slowly, softly, his tongue languidly moving over hers. Then he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Lass," he said, with gravel in his voice, "I want to be inside of ye, but ye'll hafta do it so I doona hurt ye none. Take yer time and do what ye want with me."
    Bettina wasn't sure what she wanted to do, but his words shot a hot, white spear of desire through her, and she moved to sit upon him, straddling him. She'd dreamed of being with him so many long, lonely