Sleepless Night

He took his cock in his big hand and pumped it once, twice. "Like what ye see?" he asked, mimicking my e

arlier words.

That was going to fit inside me? I was very, very glad he'd given me that dildo to prepare myself because I had to question if that would fit in my ass otherwise.

Before I could answer or even nod my head, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Ian!"

I came up on my elbows with the palms of my hands on the cool wood. My nipples barely touched the tabletop, hanging down from above the corset. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he looked at me, at my ass. When he nudged my legs wider with one of his, I knew he could see everything. The air was cool on my wet pussy.

He was going to fuck me from behind. Oh God! My favorite. How did he know? I clenched my pussy at the thought, felt scalding wetness seep from me.

He ran his palm over one round globe, then dipped in to find my dripping slit. "This first time will be rough. I canna wait any longer." He nudged my opening with the head of his cock. Finding his target, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back roughly. Onto him.

We both groaned at the stark feel of being joined for the first time. He was impossibly big.

Slowly, slowly he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty with every retreating inch. His broad head caught on my parted folds before he filled me once again. My sensitive tissues parted and stretched for him, more and more, deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. Lifting my hips slightly, he adjusted the angle and was able to slide in a little more so his hips were in direct contact with my ass. His balls brushed against my clit.

We cried out at the same time. I couldn't remember ever feeling so full. So stretched. So amazingly alive, until he started to move. Then I changed my mind. Now it was the best.

In.

No, now.

Out.

No, now.

The man was going to kill me with pleasure.

My fingers tried to grip at the cool wood, to hang on to something—anything—as he fucked me. The orgasm I'd wanted ever since I saw the ruby ring in the jewelry store window was finally… finally… almost upon me. Closer, closer. Closer still. Ian brushed his thumb over the sensitive nerve endings of my back entrance, which were already awakened by the dildo.

My head came up and I screamed; Ian's hand coming round to cup his palm over my mouth to silence me.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pleasure is only for me." His voice was like a tumble of rocks and with a thick brogue.

I reveled in his tight hold, the feeling of his huge cock filling me. The way his thumb pressed deeper into my slicked ass was out of this world. He wanted to fuck me there just as much as I wanted him to do it. It had been a fantasy of mine. Until now. Until Ian. He would make it our reality.

I pushed up off the table at his extremely intimate touch, arched and shoved back even more deeply onto him. My rough movement slid his thumb hard against my virgin opening, stretching it, then pushing in. I was now filled completely and I groaned against Ian's palm over my mouth. There was a brief moment of burn that accompanied the stretch his broad thumb brought about, but it was gone in an instant. Instead, an orgasm flashed to life so intense I screamed. My pussy clenched, milked Ian's cock, trying to wring as much pleasure as possible. I felt my ass do the same to his intrusive thumb.

Ian continued to use my body for his needs, harder and faster. Thrust for hard thrust I met him, hoping he'd reach the same pinnacle, feel the same amazing orgasm I did. His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks almost painfully, they were still very sore from his spanking. I felt his body tense. His groan was stifled as his hot seed pulsed and pulsed deep inside me. I felt it warm and thickly coat my walls, seeping out around him. I was crammed full and there was no room for even his seed.

I slumped down onto the table, reveled in the coolness of the wood. It felt wonderful against my overheated flesh. My nipples still tingled, my core still pulsed with aftershocks of pleasure, my heart pounded in my ears. The colors behind my closed eyelids stopped dancing. I smiled, couldn't help it if I tried.

Slowly, carefully, Ian pulled his thumb from my ass. "When I set to marry ye, I knew ye would be a joy in bed. Ye are beyond my dreams."

I offered him a lazy glance over my shoulder, my face still resting on the table. He pulled his cock free next, used his shirt to wipe the cum from between my thighs.

"Oh my God. I'm… I'm not usually like that," I admitted.

Ian smiled, that same handsome leer. "Ye will be wi' me." Picking up his plaid, he wrapped it around me, the scratchy softness warming my cooling skin. I was completely covered, neck to ankles. He lifted me easily into his arms and carried me out of the room.

As he carried me through the outer room, cheering and laughter echoed off the stone walls. "Ian, you're naked!" I turned my face into his bare chest in embarrassment, even though I wasn't the one exposed to everyone. Since I felt his cock against my hip, I knew my own body blocked the front of him. That didn't mean he wasn't exposing his bare ass, long legs, muscular back…

"Aye, they can look all they wish. Most of them have seen me naked before."

I didn't want to think about how many women in the hall had seen him naked, and why.