Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 4 (24 page)

“Shall we call it cunt, Sophie? Your hot little cunt?” Her breathing hitched.

“If that is what you like, Ian,” she responded breathlessly.

Ian laughed wickedly in her ear. “Oh yes, Sophie, I’m going to like your hot little cunt.” He nipped her ear and she yelped. “Let me touch it, Sophie,” he demanded. He was done asking, he was ready to take. Even as he spoke, his hand was inching up her chemise, delving under it to caress her smooth thigh. “Is it wet, Sophie? Does it ache for me?” Sophie’s head was shaking. “No? Not yet? Shall I make you wet and aching for me?”

“Ian,” she said in a strangled voice. Her hips thrust up, and Ian could tell she hardly realized she’d done it, or what it meant. He moved his hand up to cup her mound and she moaned, her back arching as her legs clamped together.

“You’re wet, Sophie,” Ian told her harshly, lust lowering his voice, deepening it.

“Oh God,” she cried, “am I bleeding?”

Ian was taken aback for a moment. Then he realized she’d never felt desire before.

She didn’t know what it did to a woman’s body. “No, Sophie. It’s your body’s way of preparing for me, preparing you to be fucked.”

Sophie was panting with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I don’t understand,

Ian,” she cried. “What is it?”

Ian removed his hand and grabbed one of Sophie’s, pulling it down and cupping it around herself. “Feel, Sophie, feel what desire does to you. It’s your cream, your juices.

This too has many names. But it’s good, Sophie, so good. It means you want me. It means your body will welcome me.” Sophie cried out again, and Ian let her pull her hand away. He put his back in its place. “I’m going to make you come, Sophie. And then I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll come again for me.” Her head was shaking, but her hips thrust, pushing her wet mound into his hand. “Yes, Sophie. Just follow your body’s lead, my love, it knows what to do.” He moved his hand long enough to spread her legs farther apart.

Ian ran his fingers along the slick, wet folds of her cunt. Christ, she was dripping, and Ian’s mouth salivated at the thought of licking the cream up. That was a lesson for another time, however. He fit his finger at her entrance and felt her tense, but he pushed it in slowly, separating the walls of her tight channel gently. She relaxed and lay back, breathing erratically. He worked his finger in deeply, watching her bite her lower lip.

He had only a moment to wonder if it was in pain or pleasure before her hips bucked and her neck arched. Definitely pleasure then. He pulled his finger back until only the tip remained in her, then pushed in deeply again. Sophie shuddered. After several more thrusts, Ian introduced a second finger. Sophie let a small sound of pleasure escape.

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“Yes, talk to me, Sophie. Tell me how it feels.” Ian fucked his two fingers in and out, increasing the pace. Sophie grabbed on to his wrist with a trembling hand. “Tell me Sophie,” he commanded.

“Ian,” she groaned out. “Ian, I…I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels…God!” She arched up uncontrollably as Ian rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as he fucked his fingers into her. Ian’s laugh rumbled in his chest. Impatiently he reached down with his free hand and pulled her chemise up to her hips so he could watch her fuck his fingers.

Sophie’s tremors increased. “Ian, what’s happening?” She sounded frightened, but the fear couldn’t stop her hips, couldn’t stop her cunt from clutching at his fingers.

“You’re fucking my hand, Sophie, and loving it,” he told her with satisfaction.

“Come for me, baby. Come apart in my arms.” She shook her head, uncomprehending.

“You’re going to come, Sophie, climax. An orgasm is the pinnacle of pleasure during sex. It feels amazing, and I’m giving it to you. It will help relax you when I fuck you if you come now. Just do what comes naturally, fuck my fingers hard and deep and let it take you.” She fucked down hard on him and cried out, jerking against his hand. “Oh yes, we’ve found it, Sophie,” Ian murmured as he rubbed his fingers against that spot deep inside her. He pulled his fingers out and drove them deep, then rubbed them inside while he rubbed her clitoris outside, and Sophie came apart, just as he’d promised her she would. Her orgasmic cry was the most beautiful thing Ian had ever heard. He tried to memorize every moment of her climax—the look of almost-pain on her face as she threw her head back and shrieked her pleasure, her neck and back arched, her toes digging into the bedcovers as her hand held his wrist, tightly pressing his hand into her cunt. He felt her vaginal walls pulsing against his fingers, squeezing them, and nearly came when he imagined them doing that on his cock.

When the spasms abated and Sophie was lying back against the pillows, sated, Ian slowly moved off the bed. He undid the buttons on his trousers and hissed with relief when his cock sprang free of the confinement. Sophie turned her head slowly to look at him. There was no fear on her face, only contentment, and Ian slid his pants down and stepped out of them. He climbed back on the bed and lowered himself down over

Sophie.

“Is this all right?” he asked her gently. “Will it frighten you to have me on top?”

Sophie shook her head. “No, because it’s you, Ian.”

Her words had him closing his eyes against the tears that sprang up, tears of joy at her trust in him. He leaned his head down and kissed her tenderly. “Please may I fuck you now, Sophie?”

She nodded her head, wiggling her hips a little beneath him. “I want you to, Ian. I want to be your wife in every way.”

Ian adjusted his hips, spreading her legs wider. His engorged cock found her

entrance unerringly. Before he penetrated her, he rubbed the length of his erection along her wet lips, coating it and building up her excitement again. “Do you want me, Sophie?” he whispered, looking down at her. “Do you want my cock inside you?” He’d 119

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learned quite a bit this evening about what Sophie liked, and he already knew she liked rough talk during sex. That was fine, he did too.

She moaned and licked her lips, biting the bottom one as she arched her back and pressed the head of his cock against her sweet, hard clit. Ian moaned with her. “Say it, Sophie,” he ground out. “Tell me so I can fuck you.”

“Yes, Ian,” she whispered in that voice that so enchanted him, husky and

breathless. “Yes, I want you.”

That was all he needed, and he drew his hips back and thrust gently, the large head of his cock breaching her entrance and sliding halfway inside her in one smooth motion, lubricated by her hot cream.

“Oh God, oh God,” Sophie chanted, clutching his back, her nails digging into his skin.

Ian barely heard her. She was so wet and tight and hot, and he’d been hurting for what seemed like hours. It was all he could do not to fuck her hard and furiously until he came, which, if he did that, wouldn’t take long. But he was determined to make Sophie come again before he spent himself in her. He pushed all the way into her and had to stop for a moment to breathe deeply and pull back from the abyss. Sophie had no idea how close he was, and she writhed beneath him, her hips fighting against his hands, which were gripping them, trying to hold her still.

He let go and pressed all his weight into her, burying his face in her neck as he gathered her close. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and held him so tightly Ian wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. She was shaking and Ian ran a hand soothingly down her side.

“I’m sorry, Sophie, I’m sorry,” he muttered, inwardly cursing his size. “I didn’t want to hurt you, baby. I’m too big, I know it. I shouldn’t have taken you tonight.” His ramblings were interrupted by a small, choked laugh from Sophie. “Sophie?”

She pulled back and laughed joyously out loud. She buried both hands in his hair and kissed his face, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. “It doesn’t hurt, Ian. Oh God, it doesn’t hurt.” She hugged him again, and he felt her tears on his shoulder. “It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered.

Ian was glad it didn’t hurt, but since it was perhaps one of the most profound

sexual experiences of his life, he was hoping for more from his bride than it didn’t hurt.

So much for his vanity. He kissed her on the temple. “Can I move then, if it doesn’t hurt?”

Sophie nodded against his lips. “Mmm-hmm,” she said, pressing a kiss against his neck, “if that’s what you want, then yes.” She amended her statement before he could ask. “I mean, that’s what I want.”

Ian smiled and began to move. He was determined that when he was done fucking

her, she would be able to say more than it hadn’t hurt. The glide of his cock in and out of her was exquisite torture. She was softer inside than anyone he’d ever felt, soft and smooth and tight. She seemed to pulse and thicken around his cock until he was

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cocooned in her wet heat and his heart beat in time to the rhythm of her cunt. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around his back that he couldn’t pull that far out of her. His movements were more of a circular grind that soon had Sophie moaning. “Move your legs higher on my back,” Ian ordered her, and Sophie asked no questions, she just did it.

The small adjustment made Ian slide farther inside her, and he knew the exact moment his grinding cock brushed her sweet spot. She gasped and her nails scored deeply into his back as her hips jerked hard against him.

“Christ, Sophie,” he murmured, blindly searching for her mouth. He found it and kissed her—deep, wet, never-ending kisses that helped focus his mind as he fucked her senseless. He pulled farther out of her with each pass, slamming his cock back in deep and hard, right into the most sensitive spot of her. He pulled his knees up until he was kneeling low, his legs spread wide, his weight braced on his fists as he used all his weight and power to fuck her as hard as he could, and Sophie took it and begged him for more with each whimper and moan and the clutch of her fingernails on his back and ass. She began a low, humming moan that never stopped, just rose and fell with her breathing and the thrust of his cock into her, and Ian knew she was close. He pushed his weight down on her again, the change in angle bringing him into contact with her clitoris with each thrust. She began to cry out in soft, little feminine grunts that drove Ian mad every time he pushed into her.

“Come on, Sophie,” he urged her roughly, “come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock, that sweet little cunt clutching it. Come on, baby.”

Sophie cried out and fucked him hard, her hips meeting his with an audible smack of flesh on flesh just a few times before she arched her back and screamed. Her cunt squeezed down so hard on him that Ian cried out, and then he felt his orgasm burst over him, and he cried out again at the relief of his semen being released deep inside her. The feeling of his cock and her cunt throbbing in time with one another as spasms rode them was so marvelous that Ian’s vision darkened and his voice became ragged with his cries.

When he could move again, Ian rolled off Sophie and pulled her against him. She snuggled into his warmth and wrapped herself around him uninhibitedly. Before he could speak, he heard her breathing deepen and a little snore. He hugged her close to him, cherishing her trust. He would tell her all the things chasing around in his head tomorrow—how wonderful she was, how passionate, how beautiful, how treasured.

She was his now, and nothing and no one would take her away. She had been right to insist they make love tonight. Now he could rest easier as well.

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Derek woke with a start when he heard the scream. He was disoriented at first, not sure what had awoken him, until the second scream split the night. These were

different than Sophie’s earlier screams. Those had been screams of pleasure. Those screams had ripped into his heart like barbed arrows until he bled into the whiskey he was drinking in copious quantities. This was a scream of terror.

“Noooo! No, no, no,” Sophie wailed. Derek threw himself out of bed and just barely managed to pull on his trousers before he was out the door and running down the hall.

He slammed open Ian’s bedroom door without knocking. Sophie was cowering in

the far corner opposite the bed. She had on nothing but a flimsy chemise, half falling off her, her creamy skin shimmering in the guttering candlelight. She had her hands over her ears and her eyes were tightly shut as she muttered brokenly, her hair a wild tangle about her head.

“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good. No more, I’ll be good…” she cried in a high-pitched voice.

Ian was naked, kneeling next to her and soothingly calling her name. “Sophie, it’s me, Ian. It’s just me, Sophie. Darling, don’t be afraid. Sophie, speak to me.” His voice was filled with fear though he was trying to hide it. He tried to touch her and she scuttled back to lean against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chin.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Derek snarled at him.

Ian turned panic-filled eyes to him. “Nothing! She had a nightmare and woke me

with her thrashing about. I tried to wake her, but the minute I touched her shoulder she screamed and literally fell out of bed. When I called her name and tried to help her up, she screamed again and ran to the corner. I can’t get through to her. Oh God, Derek, what did I do?”

Ian’s harsh breathing cut through Sophie’s wretched singsong chant in the corner.

Both sounds tore through Derek’s head, which was worse for drink as it was. “Cover her up. Throw a blanket on her or something and put some pants on. I’m going to get Mrs. Montague. She’ll know what to do.”

“Mrs. Montague?” Ian asked, bewildered. “The housekeeper? How on earth will

she know what to do?” He grabbed the cover from the bed and gently placed it around Sophie’s shoulders. She shuddered and stopped speaking, grabbing the edges of the blanket and pulling them tight around herself.

Derek was walking briskly to the door. “Their daughter was raped. They have some experience with the aftereffects, I believe.” When he reached the hall he began running.