A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (68 page)

“
Muira,
”
he groaned.  She whimpered in response. 
“
If you don
’
t stop be now, I don
’
t know if I
’
ll be able to stop myself later,
”
he confessed thickly.  In a way it was frightening how spectacularly she could make him lose control.

“
Oh God, don
’
t stop,
”
Muira gasped, shaking her head against the mattress and mussing her hair.  Lachlan
’
s body surged with relief, and then he was kissing her again, tugging at her clothes, wanting to force himself to be slow, to be tender, but his hunger for his wife
’
s body was simply voracious.

“
I want this to be good for you,
”
he panted into her ear, moaning in delight when her glorious bosom was finally freed, and then immediately captured by his waiting hands.

“
It
’
s always good for me,
”
Muria mewed, and then her eyes rolled back in her head as Lachlan lowered his mouth to suckling on one rosy nipple. 

He lavished the sensitive bud with attention, swirling his tongue around the dusky peak, grazing with his teeth, drawing gasps and moans of delight from his wife
’
s lips as one corner of his passion-hazed mind clung desperately to what she had said
…
it
’
s always good for me
, even when she didn
’
t want it to be perhaps
…
?

“
Lachlan
,
”
Muria gasped, arching towards him as he ravished her.  He wanted this to be perfect.  He wanted to show her how much he adored her.  So he peeled away every scrap of clothing that she was wearing until she was lying, spectacularly naked, beneath him.

“
So beautiful,
”
he moaned reverently, drinking in the sight of her body, the heavy curves and flushed creamy skin. 
“
You
’
re so beautiful,
”
he whispered, in between the kisses he peppered over her forehead, and nose, her cheeks, her lips
…

“
I want-
”
Muria gasped, clutched helplessly at his shirt.  She looked up at him with unfocused eyes. 
“
I need-
”
she gasped incoherently, tugging again at the fabric. 

Lachlan kissed her soundly, and then obeyed her unspoken command- stripping off his shirt and kicking off his boots, until he was only clad in his kilt.  He hesitated then however; he didn
’
t know how he would cope if his wife decided to reject him...  Rejecting Lachlan seemed a very far thought from Muria mind however, she gave a frustrated whimpered and reached impatiently for the buckle of his belt.

“
Slowly, lass,
”
he purred, smothering her lips under his as he let his fingers stroke her sides.  He wanted to savour every moment, still only half believing that what was happening was real and not just another dream.

“
No, Lachlan!
”
Muira begged, passing her hand heavily over the tented fabric of her husband
’
s kilt until he was rocking into her hand. 
“
Not slowly,
”
she panted, running her hands possessively over the tight muscles of his back, working up and then down, lower and lower until she was cupping his arse. 

Lachlan froze, breathing unsteadily as Muira worked the tartan through her fingers until she was touching him skin to skin.  He moaned thickly as she increased the pressure of her hands, dragging him down and pushed herself up- grinding their bodies together in a wanton, sensual dance.

“
I want you,
”
Lachlan grunted, confessing the obvious, reaching with shaking hands to rid his body of the kilt.  He watched as Muira nodded eagerly, parting her legs wide and sighing with relief when he settled back between them, the enormous rod of his cock finally exposed to her hungry view.

He kissed her again as his hand wandered down to the core of her heat.  He wouldn
’
t have thought it possible, but he hardened further when he felt how incredibly wet she was for him.  He trailed one bridle worn finger through her slit, studied Muira flushed face as his own body pulsed and twitched.  A low cry trickled from her lips, and she almost instantly began rolling her hips into his hand as he teased and tortured her.

“
Do it, Lachlan,
”
she begged raggedly.  Her nails were digging cruelly into his shoulders as she thrashed around beneath him. 
“
Just take me!
”
she whimpered.

The last thread of Lachlan
’
s restraint snapped. 
I love you
, he thought, and wanted, but didn
’
t dare, to speak the words aloud as he plunged forward, burying himself deep between Muira
’
s legs.

They both lost their breath.  Lachlan stilled, knocking up against Muira
’
s womb, barely able to believe how good it felt to be inside her body again.  It was like heaven.  It was like he
’
d come home.  After only a week of being empty she was already torturously tight, straining to accommodate the thick girth of her husband
’
s sex.

“
Oh God, move,
”
Muira panted, trying to roll her hips beneath him. 
“
Move
, Lachlan,
”
she begged, crying out in ecstasy when he obeyed.

He rocked back and then slammed forwards, bringing their bodies crashing together with a delicious, sizzling amount of force.  It had been all of seven days since Lachlan had last had Muira, but it might have been a lifetime given the sheer amount of bliss he felt in finally being allowed to take her again.

She had to feel it too.
  The thought echoed through Lachlan
’
s mind, as he loved his wife fiercely. 
She had to see how right this was, she had to understand that they were made to be together
…
she had to know how
sorry
he was for hurting her.

They were both too desperate, wound too tight, for Lachlan to believe that he could draw things out between them.  His body had been aroused to the point of pain before, and now that he had been given the liberty to thrust into the wet channel of Muira
’
s cunt he didn
’
t see how he was possibly going to last very much longer.

“
Come for me, lass,
”
he panted into Muira
’
s ear. 

Her gasps were growing increasingly desperate, and evolved into a full cry when Lachlan slide a hand between their bodies to milk her clit.  Her face was the most erotic sight that Lachlan had ever seen.  Her features were bunched, mimicking an expression of pain that her husband knew belied the most exquisite sensation of pleasure.  Her eyes were two silver slits, her parted mouth flushed red and swollen, while her fiery hair frames her beautiful face.  He didn
’
t think it would be possible to love a woman more
…

“
I- oh Lachlan I-
”
she moaned mindlessly.  Lachlan could feel her start to tighten around his cock.  He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and then hilted himself in her cunt- the duel assault sent Muira toppling into ecstasy with a scream of his name on her lips.

Lachlan shuddered as Muira clenched around him.  The image of her as she came, head thrown back, neck arched and body heaving, was enough to drive him into taking her like some kind of wild beast.  His back flexed and cracked like a whip as he thrust frantically, plunging impossibly hard, impossibly deep, as Muira continued shivering in release.

It was only a few more moments until Lachlan joined her.  His cock throbbed fiercely and then Lachlan exploded inside her, spilling his seed as pleasure so intense that it knocked out all of his other senses crackled through his veins. 

Once he was spent, he collapsed onto the pillow of Muira
’
s breasts, too gloriously sated to move again for several moments.

When Muira eventually made a small murmured of protest Lachlan managed to roll off her and onto his back, but kept her clasp firmly against his side.  His eyes were shut, but his lips twitched in a smile when he felt his wife
’
s fingers skate tenderly over his chest.

He wanted to tell her how amazing it had been, how amazing she was, how much he loved her
…
but what he actually said was:
“
thank you
.
”

“
Thank you?
”
Muria echoed, a note of confusion evident in her husky voice.

“
For letting me back in,
”
Lachlan murmured, running his fingers lovingly through his wife
’
s hair.  She was still and silent for a moment, but the words she then spoke cut like a knife being plunged into Lachlan
’
s heart.