Written In Stone

nights, imagined what he would do, how he would touch her, but what just did to her made those dreams pale in comparison. Bettina took her cue from what he did and slid off him to sit between his legs. Rubbing the flat of both hands over his thighs and up his belly while he watched her, she was amazed with his body. She had never seen a naked man before, and he was so big, so muscular, and so hard that the muscles of his belly formed little squares beneath his skin. The male part of him was also hard, and she could've sworn it was the size of her arm.
    Slowly, she let her hand slide down his body and over the silky head of his cock. Glancing at him, she saw his eyes heavily hooded, and his breathing changed. She stroked him, then let her hand drift to the heavy sac below and hefted it. This was all so new, so different than she'd thought it would be. She inhaled deeply, slid her hand around his dick, and raised it upright. Flicking her tongue over the head of it, she wrapped her mouth around him. He moaned from deep in his chest, and his hips moved, so she moved back and forth on him, sliding her mouth lower each time, taking more of him with each movement. Then she slid the tip of her tongue down the full length of him, over his balls, sucking one into her mouth while moving her hand up and down his cock.
    "Lass," he whispered, grasping her arms and pulling her up on him. "I'm needin' to be inside ye."
    Bettina wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure he was going to fit, but she straddled him again and raised her hips. Holding his cock in her hand, she pressed her untried opening against him. "Oh," she whispered, and she began stretching to fit him. Stretched to the limits, he would go no further. "I canna," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
    He rolled her over, smiling down at her. "Doona be, 'tis yer first time, lass." He pushed against her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, spreading for him. He pushed harder and she inhaled. Her pussy stretched, stinging, to accommodate his engorged cock. Holding her tightly, he pushed through the barrier of her virginity and caught her scream against his shoulder. She bit him — hard. He stopped, waited a moment, and then began moving slowly in and out of her. He caught her mouth with his, kissing her breathless while continuing to move inside of her. Bettina caught up again, hooking her ankles around his legs, she used him for leverage and moved under him.
    "Aye, 'tis the way, lass," he whispered into her hair. Rising up on his elbows, he looked at her face. Her lip caught between her teeth, and the fire in her eyes told him all he needed to know. He caught her hands in his, them above her head, keeping them trapped in his. He kept his eyes on hers as she writhed beneath him. He moved. She moved. "Ah, just like that," he moaned.
    "Muredach," she said. "Muredach, I'm, I doona know… oh, God," she screamed. He felt the heat, the wetness flooding inside of her as she came, and he moved faster. She screamed louder, and he growled loud and long. He stilled while deep inside her, his own orgasm rolling through him like a mighty river.
    He rolled them over so she was on top of him and kissed her gently. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her silently for a long while, his thoughts running rampant. She pushed against him, and he relaxed his hold on her. Looking into his eyes, she kissed his mouth softly. "I love ye, Muredach," she said softly. "I always 'ave, since the night we wed. I've been waitin' on ye a long time."
    Overwhelmed, he felt a lump in his throat. It took a few moments before he could speak. "I love ye, too, lass. As my wife," he added.
    "Not yer sister then," she said with a grin.
    "Nay," he breathed, "'tis not what a brother does to his sister."
    Bettina giggled and kissed him again. "I'm yer wife really and truly."
    "Really and truly."
    "'Tis about time," she said with a nod and began another long journey over his fabulous body.

Chapter Fifteen
Gone
     
    The days and nights rolled by for Bettina, and she was never happier. The very first morning after they'd made love, Muredach moved her things into his room himself, and told her she'd be sleeping with him every night from then on. And every night he showed her new ways to take her higher, and ways for her to make him growl. He took her to the loch, showing her wonderful things they could do in the water and on the grassy bank. They went riding together, and he showed her how to sit on the horse facing