Page 40 of Enlightened
“Hello,” he murmured.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” David whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
Murdo just chuckled softly, shifting himself onto his side so that they faced one another. He touched David’s cheek, then let his fingertips drift down, exploring David’s raspy jawline before moving down the column of his throat. The caress was a mere whisper, making David shiver, gooseflesh rising.
“I need to kiss you,” Murdo murmured. “It feels like forever since I kissed you.” He closed the remaining space between them, the warm, naked length of his body brushing David’s. His smile was warm and intimate, affectionate. David could feel the curve of it when Murdo pressed their lips together, and he darted out the tip of his tongue to taste it, to taste that smile and to know it. Their noses brushed in welcome, cheeks skimming as they deepened the kiss. Warm skin met warm skin and firm, muscled limbs tangled, and already they were beyond mere kisses, sliding into the heady rhythm of lovemaking as easily as two dancers taking the floor at a ball.
Making love with Murdo had become vital to David over these last months. Not just for the pleasure of it but for the give and take of it, the generosity and the joy of it. These were the things that showed David that, whatever he may have once thought, he wasn’t a criminal. Or a sinner. Making love with Murdo had turned David’s most shameful secret into his greatest joy.
Now that give and take, that push and pull, became a lusty sort of wrestling, a brief and delicious scuffle for dominance that ended when Murdo rolled on top of David, besting him with his greater strength even as he kept his weight carefully from David’s injured leg. Murdo grinned down at David, his wide smile denting his cheek with a deep dimple. He looked carefree and happy, and David wanted him to look like this always. His heart swelled with love and longing, and he put a hand to Murdo’s cheek.
“I don’t want you to marry Lady Louisa,” he blurted. “I want you all to myself.”
It was a painful admission, and he knew his expression must betray his agony to Murdo. Saying aloud, at last, what he wanted—desperately wanted—and knowing he couldn’t have it. Knowing that his old life in Edinburgh beckoned, and that these were the last days of the happiest time of his life.
Murdo’s gaze travelled over David’s face as though he was measuring the words, or perhaps the sentiments behind them. His carefree smile ebbed, but his dark gaze glowed with what looked like satisfaction.
“I’m not going to marry her,” he said fiercely. “I’m not going to marry anyone.”
He leaned down and captured David’s lips with his own.
David welcomed him, thrusting aside all thoughts of the future. All that mattered right now was this. He slid his hands over Murdo’s big, warm body, loving every familiar line and curve. His cock was hard against Murdo’s thigh, a physical expression of his delight in his lover.
Murdo caged David’s body with his own, carefully keeping his weight off David’s injured leg. They ground together, kissing all the while, the slip and drag of flesh on flesh a madness and a joy.
“I want you inside me,” Murdo murmured against David’s lips.
David hesitated. They’d only tried this once before, and it hadn’t been a resounding success. Murdo had traumatic memories that made it difficult for him to allow a man to penetrate him, but he’d wanted to try with David, and whilst he’d borne the experience without apparent trauma, David had been able to tell he hadn’t enjoyed it much
“You don’t have to do that,” he murmured back. “You prefer it the other way, and I’m perfectly happy with that.”
Murdo levered himself up to look at David properly. “I want to try it again. I didn’t like not being able to see you last time—and I could tell you were uncomfortable too.”
A huff of laughter escaped David at that. He’d taken Murdo from behind, both of them on their knees, and despite the feather mattress, his hip and leg had ached like the very devil all the way through. “I thought I’d hidden that,” he said ruefully.
“Not really.” Murdo smiled. “We didn’t think it through properly, did we?”
“No. And you didn’t let me prepare you properly.” It amused David to see Murdo flush at that. When it came to tending to David, the man was utterly shameless, yet he’d been shy of David doing the same for him, insisting on preparing himself. “If we’re trying this again, you have to let me ready you. And how are we going to deal with my leg?”
“I’ll straddle you,” Murdo said promptly, betraying that he’d given this some thought already. “That way, I won’t feel out of control, and your leg won’t get tired.”
David gave a low moan. The thought of Murdo slowly impaling himself on David’s cock went straight to some deep-lurking and primitive part of him that secretly wanted to fuck the whole world. His reaction elicited a smile of amused pleasure from Murdo.
“You like the idea?”
“God, yes, but are you sure? It’s not easy to take a man like that, and you’ve not had much practice lately.”
“I’m sure. We’ll use lots of oil.” With that, Murdo scrambled off the bed to fetch the bottle from the armoire drawer.
David slid up the bed, wedging a pillow behind his neck so he could lounge against the headboard.
When Murdo returned, he handed the bottle to David, then eyed him uncertainly. “How shall I—” He broke off and gestured vaguely at the bed.
“It would be easiest for me if you knelt over me, facing the other way,” David said. When Murdo’s face reddened, he couldn’t resist adding with a grin, “Hips nice and high. Buttocks splayed.”
Murdo’s face burned. He gave a half laugh, but it was strangled with an overlay of mortification. “I don’t think I can do that. Can’t I just—”
“Come on,” David interrupted, more gently. “Let me—I want to. You’ve done it to me plenty of times. It’s only fair.”