Away With the Fairies (The Swallow Barn Cottage Series, Book 2)

Feeling Good

She was lying on her stomach, and he was running the tips of his fingers along her spine, up and down, in feathery caress, from her hairline - he'd carefully moved her curls aside, onto the pillow - and all the way to her tailbone, where he'd draw a circle, and then start the return journey. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was relaxed, the softest she'd ever seen it.

"I didn't think it could be like that," she said quietly.

He smiled at her. Openly. Warmly. So beautiful...

"What 'it,' and how 'like that?'" he asked.

"Sex. And–" She searched for a word. "So varied. Different positions, and– so much fun."

He chuckled and leaned to her. His lips tenderly brushed at her shoulder.

"You're just unspoilt," he said. "It wasn't that– varied," he added with another chuckle.

"I liked it," she said simply, and he suddenly guffawed and grabbed her across her middle and pulled her on top of him, rolling on his back.

"Fiona King," he drew out, his eyes roaming her face, "Where have you been all my life?"

"It's actually Fionnuala Dorrigan," she said, and pressed her hands into the pillow on two sides of his head. She rose above him and looked him over. "And I'm not that unspoilt. I know that four times in a row isn't typical. Neither is that thing you did to me after the second time."

His left eyebrow cocked up sardonically, and she giggled.

"On my end, that 'thing,'" he murmured, and she felt his scorching palm slide down her back and lay on her backside, covering her left buttock. "Looked like a multiple orgasm," he said.

"I wouldn't know," she said with a shrug and kissed him lightly, "I've never had one before."

"And it's for you," he said, and lifted his shoulders off the bed, catching her lips.

"What?" she murmured, kissing him back, and his palm slid under her hair on her neck, and pulled her down to him.

"I've done it for you, not to you," he said.

"I want to do something for you too," she said and stacked her fists on his chest, watching his face.

"Oh, I've had plenty," he said, and she felt his body shake under her in laughter. "You've exhausted me," he murmured.

"But that's a good thing, right?" she asked shyly. "You... had fun too, right?"

"Did I not look it?" he asked, laughing some more.

"Well, I wasn't looking. Most of the time, that is. There was just so much to feel, and sex is– overwhelming. And–" She trailed away, and then pressed her forehead into his chest. "Just tell me if you enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it," he said quietly. He stroked the back of her head. "My poor nervy girl."

She lifted her face. She didn't quite enjoy being called so, but to think of it there was no pity in his tone. Neither did he sound patronising. It was just... tender.

"Well, I don't exactly have anything to compare it to, do I?" she said, frowning slightly. "Maybe I should research it. I don't read romance or erotica, you see. Just books on folklore. And I study watercolours. But maybe, those books by Olivia Dane could be useful."

He barked a laugh and shifted her, so she was now lying on the bed, tucked under his right arm, pressed into his right side. He just wants to see your face. Maybe, he's actually interested in what you have to say.