Eternally North (24 page)

I released a shaky
breath, and he gently removed one arm at a time, leaning down to dust
kisses around my belly button and lower, adoring every mark, scar and
imperfection. "Every one of these marks that you hate, I will
treasure, always, as they show me how hard you fought to stay alive,
that you survived against the odds and it brought you here to me. To
be with me."

I think I’m going
to cry!

His hands dipped
further, undoing my tartan shorts, pulling them down an inch at a
time. Tudor’s eyebrows danced as he lowered my clan-coloured pants,
“
Auck aye the noo!
” he teased.

When he reached my
feet, he removed the last piece of clothing and he whispered,
“Amazing. You’re fucking perfect.”

I blushed and held out
my arms for him to come back, I didn’t like the loss. He didn’t
waste any time and was on top of me in an instant.

We were all hands and
lips for several minutes, until he rose over me and whispered, “I
can’t wait, Sunshine… I need you…
now
. ”

I was nervous, he was
just so much more than I had ever had before, and I didn’t just
mean in size. I tensed as he slowly moved forward, and gritted my
teeth at the initial feeling of fullness.

My invading pirate
stopped and fixed his gaze on me, panting furiously. “Are you
okay?”

I nodded despite the
discomfort. “Just, just, keep going, I’m… it’s… look,
there’s a lot of you to take, I’m trying to… adjust.”

He blushed, leaned in
and kissed me, using the distraction to his advantage, groaning
loudly and ploughing forwards. A light sweat had broken on our skin
and we paused, just staring into each other’s eyes – enjoying the
ecstasy of finally being together.

He brushed the tip of
my nose with his, “Tash… you are…
fuck
... everything."

My hands ran across his
back, feeling his defined muscles pulse with every movement, my hands
landing on his firm backside, demanding more.

His hips became erratic
and his hands reached for mine, dragging them over my head. He locked
our fingers, holding hands tightly and he began to lose control.

“Tash, I need... I
need… I-I don't want to hurt you, but... can I–?" he bit my
shoulder, sucking the skin, unable to control the pleasure.

I nodded fast, trying
to give him permission to release just as my back unexpectedly arched
high and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I could hear Tudor
groaning loudly, his pace increasing further at my volcano-esque
eruption.

His hands squeezed mine
as he bellowed out my name – the most wonderful sound ever. He
stilled, muscles straining, eyes closed and mouth gaping, before
slumping exhaustedly over me, fighting to regain his strength.

As they say in
Hollywood, that’s a wrap! And the Oscar goes to Tudor North and
Tash Munro for an outstanding debut performance in a sex scene!

I stared at the
ceiling, tracing circles around Tudor’s back with both of my hands,
hypnotised by his soothing breath warming my neck, feeling safe as
his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me impossibly close.

My God! That was
amazing! He actually wants me, he calls me beautiful, he makes me
feel beautiful and he likes me for me, flaws and all and he doesn’t
need a map to my G-spot – hallelujah!

It was definitely a
dream. I subtly pinched myself again. “Ow!”

Tudor exhaled loudly
and lifted up his body to move directly above me, looking
disapprovingly at the second red mark that was forming. “Tash! Stop
hurting yourself or you will force me to restrain your hands.” He
smirked with bright eyes. “On second thoughts, we might be on to
something there. Bruise away…”

I stuck out my tongue
at him in response and he pecked my nose and stared into my eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered
lovingly as his finger ghosted along my cheek.

“Hey.”

He closed his eyes and
bit his lip, using his strong arms to lift his upper body. “Mmm, I
don’t wanna move.” he complained.

“Then don’t. I’m
good with staying like this for a while yet.”

He brushed my lips with
his. They were so soft. “Did I hurt you? It felt too good and I
lost it. I kind of ground you into the mattress towards the end.”

Mmm... didn’t you
just. I still have the springs wedged in my spine to prove it.

I laughed and replied
in a breathy, light voice, “Why no, but you
have
stolen my
virtue, you thieving rotten scoundrel!”

Tudor risked a sly
side-glance. “What are you on about, my crazy girl?”

“Oh just a little
dirty role play I was imagining in my head during our impromptu
tryst.” I teased.

He narrowed his eyes
sceptically. “Was I at least a dark and brooding highwayman and you
the rich and prim maiden?”

“Nope, you were an
unscrupulous pirate and I was the virginal wench with untapped
whorish tendencies.”

“Mmm… I think it’d
be a best seller. Very…
saucy
,” he teased, leaning over to
kiss me, differently this time, not rushed or hard, but slow and
soft; one hand curled over my head, the other running gently up and
down my side.

I let out a whimper,
moving my hips, and he lifted from my greedy mouth and let out a
single laugh.

“Again?”

I pursed my lips and
nodded yes. “This wench has quite the carnal appetite, and she
needs your swashbuckling…
long sword
to feed it!”

He laughed louder this
time. “Well, you need to give me a few minutes to recover before
you kill me!”

He pecked me on the
mouth one last time and pulled away, causing me to wince. His face
suddenly fell ashen. “Shit!” His eyes were incredibly wide and he
shook his head profusely.

“What? What's wrong?”
I questioned, slightly panicked.

His green eyes shifted
to me, looking guilty. “Tash I'm sorry. We didn’t use anything.
I
didn’t use anything. I forgot protection, shit. I’m sorry,
Sunshine. I’ve never forgotten before... I just got caught up in
the moment and...”

I sucked in a panicked
breath. “Me neither. Bugger, bugger, bugger!”

I buried my head into
the pillow, muffling a curse-laden shout; he rubbed a hand over his
face in worry.

After several tense
seconds I lifted up, letting the duvet fall and I tugged on his arm,
taking a calming breath. “Look, that shouldn’t have happened, we
dropped the ball. I’m on birth control, so don’t panic about
that... no eggs have been fertilised in the old womb-cubator –”

I paused mid-sentence,
biting my lip. It wasn’t pregnancy I was concerned about. He is an
actor, a very
famous
actor, one who could have – and no
doubt
had
had – bimbos spreading their spindly legs for him
on tap.

I glanced up to see him
grinning at me. “What’s so funny?” I asked, confused.

“I’m clean, Tash.
No worries there. You have such an expressive face. I’d love to
play you at poker!”

Strip poker. Hello!

“Oh. Well, good. Me
too, I mean on the STD thing anyway. I'm as clean as a whistle…
that’s been polished… with bleach.”

“Message received,
Tash. I get it, you’re clean.”

I sighed in
disapproval, pursing my lips. “Honestly, you pirates! You just dock
your vessels where you fancy and let loose your seamen willy-nilly!”

He dived at me and
rolled me on top of him, nuzzling my neck, hiding his laughter. He
pulled his head back, slowly losing the humour, and met my eyes,
demanding my full attention. “I haven’t been with anyone in a
long,
long
time, and haven’t wanted to be until you. I want
you to know that.”

I gave him my best
‘
whatever
’ expression.

He put his finger on my
highly arched brow, forcing it back down. “I’m serious.” he
pushed, forcefully.

“Why? Look at you.
Hot, built and famous, you must have vadge on demand!”

He let out a loud
snort. “Tash! Do you ever think before you say these things?”

I shrugged
unapologetically. “It’s true! You must have been knee-deep in
fanny in LA. You’re as hot as a menopausal woman at a
Dream Boys
concert
and
you’re famous: Pure. Pussy. Magnet.” I
exaggerated each word with a slap on his taut arse.

He gawked at me, mouth
open, before bursting out laughing. I joined in. He took my hand,
kissing the tip of every individual finger before laying it over his
heart. “LA is nuts, you’re right. But I haven’t lived there in
a few years. I got sick of sleeping around with leeches, people
hungry for fame. It's sickening and gets old
quick
. Since then
there’s been no-one special. I told you, I find it difficult to be
with a girl emotionally.”

“But sex is
emotional.” I argued.

He grew very serious.
“It doesn’t have to be. Sex can just be that, sex. No emotional
attachment at all.”

I frowned, trying to
work out if we had just had non-emotional sex. He tipped my chin with
his finger, forcing me to look at him. “With you it’s everything,
Sunshine. A rainbow of emotions.” he teased playfully with his hand
over his heart.

Wow! I’m like his
personal Care Bear.

I pulled back and
wrapped the duvet around me, viewing him critically. “You left
what, three years ago?”

He nodded.

I crossed my arms. “So
you're telling me you haven’t been with anyone since then?” I sat
back, waiting for the answer.

He grimaced shyly. “Is
it not too early in our relationship for the sexual history talk?”

Relationship?

“Well, considering
you just took me unwrapped, bareback, skin to skin, un-rubbered,
un-sheathed–,"

He put his hand over my
mouth and winced. "I get it, Sunshine."

"You sure? No more
adjectives needed?"

He firmly shook his
head.

"Then I’m gonna
say it's exactly the
right
time to have this discussion.”

He took hold of my
wrists, pulling me forward, slamming me to his chest.

“You, young lady,
have a mouth like a sailor, do you know that?”

I winked and clicked my
tongue. “
Aye Aye, Captain!
What can I say? It’s the
foul-mouthed Scottish in me. Now stop changing the subject and spill,
well, spill words this time. Have you really been living like a
medieval monk for three years?”

He groaned rubbing his
head across my lower throat. “No. I had… acquaintances that would
occasionally… oblige."

“Non-emotional fuck
buddies?”

“For want of a better
term, yes.” he said, almost regretfully.

I began tracing the
tattoos on his chest. “So, when was the last time you were with one
of them?”

Please don’t say
recently. Please don’t say recently. Please don’t sat recently.

He grasped my face,
forcing me to meet his gaze breaking my inner chant. “I haven’t
been with anyone in about ten months, I promise. I no longer have any
contact with
them
, they are in the past, a past I’m trying
very hard to move on from.”

I grinned happily and
smacked a kiss to his juicy full lips. "Good answer!"

He shook his head
disapprovingly, waving his index finger a touch shy of my nose. “No,
no, Ms. Munro, it’s your turn now.”

“
Pah
, that’s
easy. I haven’t been with anyone since February, my ex, and he put
me off men for quite some time, the fucking letch."

His eyes went wide.
“Ah, so you’ve only been with women since?” he teased.

I huffed. “Yep, I’ve
been having plenty of naked pillow fights and girly slumber parties
that just for no apparent reason spiral into hours of vaginal
experimentation and clitoral orgasms a-plenty! Is that what you want
to hear?”

Tudor moaned loudly and
lifted me against his ridiculously full crotch. “Fuck, I just got
hard again!”

“Men!!!” I slapped
his chest, his rock hard chest. "In all honesty Tudor, my
'acquaintances who oblige' – as you so eloquently put it –
consist of my limber-fingered right hand and my bunny-themed
battery-operated friend.”

He encased me in a hug
and sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m not into sharing, so no lesbian
porno fantasies here, thank you. I only want you feasting on me. But
your other methods of pleasure get an open invitation.”

My heart stopped. “Hang
fire and go back a bit. What do you mean share?” I blurted out in a
higher pitch than was normal.

He pulled back from our
embrace, confusion on his face. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”

I looked down, playing
with my hands. “Well, you said you don’t like to share.”

He nodded in
confirmation. “Yeah,
and
…?”

“Well, you can only
share something that’s yours,” I prompted.

Bloody hell, he
wasn’t making this easy on me!

He smirked, and nodded
slowly. “You’re right.”

“About what? Which
part?” I squeaked.

“That you can only
share what’s yours.”

I am so confused!

He reached down and
grabbed my knees, hoisting me up to straddle him, sitting upright
against my naked body, chest to chest. His hands in my hair, his gaze
an inch from mine. “It may sound crazy, Natasha Munro, but I
want
to be all yours. I
want
you to be with me. Only me.”

I tipped my head so we
were nose to nose. “You want us to be together, like,
together
together?”

He whispered with a
nervous smile. “Mmm-hmm… I want all of you, completely,
exclusively
.”

My heart did a victory
somersault - fucking hell...
finally!

I wrapped my arms
around his shoulders. “
Mmm
??? Well…
Okay!
” I
announced, feeling stupidly ecstatic.