Eternally North (Eternally North 1)

Tudor stood still, studying me and worked on controlling his breathing. I brought my forefinger back to his chest and followed the swirls down and down, round and round, kissing his skin in the wake of my touch. I reached his hip, the muscled V-line, my new favourite part of him, and he groaned, throwing back his head in raw pleasure.

I looked up, withdrawing my hand, feeling empowered at the effect my simple touch had on this man. “Wow,” I whispered, studying my finger, “I didn’t realise this was such a powerful tool.”

In a heartbeat his lips were back on mine, his hands on my shirt, ripping off every button. "I need to see you. All of you, naked… now."

I broke from the kiss when he popped the last button, and bit my lip with nerves.

He smiled and pulled at my chin to release it, licking along the seam of my mouth with his tongue, slid my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes tore away from mine and cast down. With an impatient sigh, he pulled on my bra straps and reached behind and snapped the back with one hand, the material dropping off my body, leaving me fully exposed to his hungry gaze.

"Shit… Tash, you're killing me!" he groaned as if in pain.

I giggled. “I know, I know. I have a cracking set of knockers! 34FF, baby - au naturale!”

A strong arm pushed me back on the bed, and he wasted no time in pressing his hands and lips across my ample bust, my ni**les tightening in response. "Can you feel how much I want you, Tash... tell me you want me too... Say it!" he growled.

Hel-lo Tiger!

"Yes! Yes! I want you, I want you..."

Come on, Tash! You can do better than that. Erotica it up. He’s a cowboy, you’re the shy stable girl. No – he’s a pirate, you’re a wench! Mmm… I like that… Shiver me timbers!

I was in heaven, his lips were soft and the noises of satisfaction coming from my movie star were the biggest turn-on ever. Everything was perfect, better than any fantasy I could concoct in my head. At that moment I felt… beautiful.

His right hand ghosted south, while his mouth devoured up top. He was headed for my stomach, which caused me to panic and cover it with my hands. My stomach was my least favourite area, slightly rounded and marked through years of weight problems and intrusive surgeries.

Sensing my reluctance, Tudor lifted his head, halting his exploration. He pushed back a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. "You're beautiful. Every part of you."

"No, not there I'm not, my stomach is horrible, it's not flat, it’s marked from too many treatments, it's– it’s–,"

"Therefore my favourite part of you. It shows me your strength, determination and courage." He kissed my hands, which were covering my most hated space, his green eyes never leaving my gaze.

I released a shaky breath, and he gently removed one arm at a time, leaning down to dust kisses around my belly button and lower, adoring every mark, scar and imperfection. "Every one of these marks that you hate, I will treasure, always, as they show me how hard you fought to stay alive, that you survived against the odds and it brought you here to me. To be with me."

I think I’m going to cry!

His hands dipped further, undoing my tartan shorts, pulling them down an inch at a time. Tudor’s eyebrows danced as he lowered my clan-coloured pants, “Auck aye the noo!” he teased.

When he reached my feet, he removed the last piece of clothing and he whispered, “Amazing. You’re f**king perfect.”

I blushed and held out my arms for him to come back, I didn’t like the loss. He didn’t waste any time and was on top of me in an instant.

We were all hands and lips for several minutes, until he rose over me and whispered, “I can’t wait, Sunshine… I need you… now. ”

I was nervous, he was just so much more than I had ever had before, and I didn’t just mean in size. I tensed as he slowly moved forward, and gritted my teeth at the initial feeling of fullness.

My invading pirate stopped and fixed his gaze on me, panting furiously. “Are you okay?”

I nodded despite the discomfort. “Just, just, keep going, I’m… it’s… look, there’s a lot of you to take, I’m trying to… adjust.”

He blushed, leaned in and kissed me, using the distraction to his advantage, groaning loudly and ploughing forwards. A light sweat had broken on our skin and we paused, just staring into each other’s eyes – enjoying the ecstasy of finally being together.

He brushed the tip of my nose with his, “Tash… you are… fuck... everything."

My hands ran across his back, feeling his defined muscles pulse with every movement, my hands landing on his firm backside, demanding more.

His hips became erratic and his hands reached for mine, dragging them over my head. He locked our fingers, holding hands tightly and he began to lose control.

“Tash, I need... I need… I-I don't want to hurt you, but... can I–?" he bit my shoulder, sucking the skin, unable to control the pleasure.

I nodded fast, trying to give him permission to release just as my back unexpectedly arched high and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I could hear Tudor groaning loudly, his pace increasing further at my volcano-esque eruption.

His hands squeezed mine as he bellowed out my name – the most wonderful sound ever. He stilled, muscles straining, eyes closed and mouth gaping, before slumping exhaustedly over me, fighting to regain his strength.

As they say in Hollywood, that’s a wrap! And the Oscar goes to Tudor North and Tash Munro for an outstanding debut performance in a sex scene!