A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (51 page)

“
Here?  Now?
”
she gasped.  Her eyes grew wider as he nodded and arranged her, lips curving into a wickedly smug grin as he bucked his hips, forcing her to feel how serious his intentions were.

“
Here,
”
he purred, reaching for the hem of her skirt. 
“
Now,
”
he whispered huskily, pressing his lips against her throat, while Muria whimpered her consent. 

Her hands reached for his body, a little hesitantly at first, but with growing enthusiasm.  They dipped under his shirt, fingernails scratching over the taut muscle, but Lachlan was too impatient to indulge in slow thorough explorations.  He knew where he wanted her hands, and he was no longer reserved about telling her.

“
Touch it,
”
he grunted, bucking towards her again, having hiking her skirt up to her thighs.

Muira gaped at him for a moment, and then she smiled, a naughty, sultry little smile that sent the tiny amount of blood that hadn
’
t already been there shooting straight to Lachlan
’
s cock.  He didn
’
t understand how she could reduce him to such a state!

“
Touch what?
”
she purred, but her fingers had already dropped to pass heavily over the lifted folds of Lachlan
’
s kilt.  His breath hissed between his teeth as she rubbed him through the tartan. 
“
This?
”
she asked, all innocence, hand finally closing around the swollen shaft of his cock. 

Lachlan bit his lip as she delved under the fabric, slowly pushing it back until he was completely exposed.  She licked her lips unwittingly as she stared at the thick pulsing rob of his sex, and a shudder passed through her husband
’
s body. 
Suck it,
he very nearly begged.

“
It
does
look in need of some attention,
”
she whispered coyly, pumping him lightly as she peppered a line of kisses down his throat. 
“
I wonder what we can do about that?
”

“
Muira
,
”
Lachlan growled.  His grip on her legs had to be leaving bruises, but he couldn
’
t find it himself to loosen his hold. 
“
Ride it,
”
he groaned, lifting his hips towards her.

Muira lowered herself over him, but only so that she could grind her clit against the head of his cock, taking the edge off her own ragged need.  Lachlan loved her like this, wanton and needy.  He loved that
he
had made her like this- that he had taught her how to be so lustful.  Beginning to pant she moved, dragging him through her slit, letting Lachlan feel how wet she was for him.

“
Just take it,
”
he begged. 
“
Just-!
”

All the air left his lungs in a rush as Muria obeyed, impaling herself on his enormous cock in one swift fluid motion, which robbed her of breath just as completely as it had done to him.  He cursed gruffly, overwhelmed by how amazing it felt to be held inside his wife
’
s body.  The rapturous pleasure never seemed to diminish, no matter how many times he had her it was always exquisite.

“
You feel so good,
”
he panted. 
“
Oh God, you feel so good,
”
he choked again, as Muira began to move. 

She ground their bodies together, concentrating the pressure of her movements on her clit.  She knew now, how to eke work her own body, and drew out her own pleasure while driving Lachlan almost mindless with need.

“
More, lass,
”
he pleaded roughly, trying to guide her movements, but Muira wouldn
’
t be shown, for the first time in their short marriage she seemed intend on taking him
her
way. 

Lachlan couldn
’
t even begin to describe how erotic he found it all- watching her face, lips parted, eyes almost closed, as she greedily took pleasure from his body, bestowing pleasure in return, but just enough to torment and not sate Lachlan
’
s voracious hunger.

“
Ooh ah- Lachlan,
”
Muria puffed, her movements were becoming jerky, and her voice was breathless and strained. 
“
I need- I can
’
t- I-
”
she panted incoherently.

“
You can,
”
Lachlan groaned desperately. 
“
Come for me, lass,
”
he rasped, lifting his hips up off the seat of the chair and driving his cock deep inside her sheath. 

Muira arched her back into the fierce thrust, her face contorted in a silence scream, and then she shattered, jerking and clenching, and pushing Lachlan past the limits of his frayed restraint.  He lifted her off the chair with him; still greedily keeping his sex plunged tight inside her cunt.  Then Lachlan laid her down on the thick rug before the fire, and then he started to fuck her.

She turned him into some kind of lust-crazed beast, unable to slake his desire for her body.  He slammed the thick rod of his cock into the tight sleeve of her sex, groaning his appreciating for the way the walls of her cunt squeezed and grasped, milking him greedily.

“
I
’
m going to come,
”
he chocked, but his wife wasn
’
t listening.  She was still riding the wave of her own release. 
“
Muira
,
”
Lachlan cried, driving home one last time, coming to rest just as deep inside her body as was possible, before exploding in ecstasy, filling her with his seed as his whole body hummed with a magnitude of pleasure that he
’
d never felt before Muira.  Once spent, he slumped, utterly exhausted, and for the moment satisfied.

“
Oh my-
”
Muira panted.  She looked dazed, and so thoroughly loved that Lachlan could keep a smug grin from breaking out across his lips.

“
Oh my indeed,
”
he whispered hoarsely, summoning the energy to pick himself up and crawl over her body, laying a kiss against her forehead.

They lay tangled together on the rug in front of the fire for several long minutes.  Lachlan had rolled onto his side, drawing Muira against him.  He peppered her face and neck with kisses, stroking his fingers down her sides as they waited for the drugging pleasure of their lovemaking to recede.

“
You were telling me about Eithne?
”
Lachlan yawned.

“
I was
trying
to,
”
Muira giggled. 
“
Before you-
”

“
Ah- so it was all my fault?
”
Lachlan purred huskily, nipping at Muira
’
s earlobe and causing her to squeal.

“
I hope you
’
re not implied that it was
mine
?
”
she teased, thumping him playfully.

“
I most certainly am,
”
he murmured thickly, claiming her lips in a deep dizzying kiss before continuing. 
“
Do you have any idea what you do to me?
”
he drawled.

“
I- I
’
m beginning to gather some small idea,
”
Muira gasped.  Her cheeks flushed prettily, and Lachlan smiled at the enticing sight.

“
I was going to tell you,
”
he began softly,
“
Graem is inviting an emissary from your old clan to visit Eilean Donan soon.
”
  Lachlan couldn
’
t account for the pang he felt when Muira
’
s face lit up joyfully.  Perhaps it was because he took it as evidence of how she could never be entirely happy with him?

“
Really?
”
she asked, beaming widely. 
“
Who do you think will come?
”

“
One of your cousins I should think,
”
Lachlan murmured, wondering if maybe he would have done better not to raise the issue. 

Muira nodded eagerly. 
“
Do you think Ewan or James might accompany them?
”

“
To see how ill I
’
m treating you?
”
Lachlan grumbled, pushing himself up off the rug and onto his feet.