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  One day when I went to Deirdre’s to pick her up, wearing a simple, blue lightweight sweater. Upon seeing me, Aislinn’s eyes grew wide as they took me in.

  “Where ever did you acquire a sweater of such colour?” Aislinn asked me, clearly captivated as she waltzed up to me and fell into my waiting arms.

  I saw that familiar fire in her eyes, and it was then I knew I was in trouble. She commenced to running her hands over me chest and me arms, remarking on how the color of the sweater brought out the spectacular shade of my eyes. Although I enjoyed it immensely, it was doing nothing to remind me to hold true to the vow I made.

  I smiled at her. “Oh, me Aunt and Uncle they brought it back fer me from their trip to France. Pleases you, does it, Aislinn?” I enquired hopefully with a modest smile.

  She reached out to feel of it; allowing her eyes to fall shut under the sensuousness of the feel of its material under her fingertips; a slow, sensuous smile spreading over her face in answer to me question.

  I took her on another jaunt, this time over the hills of Conamara, not nearly as far as the Cliffs had been, but still ‘twas a fair ride out.

  “Aislinn, please do play your fiddle fer me,” I suggested to get me mind off of her sitting beside me fer so long a time, her hand creeping up me thigh. “I do so delight in hearing the enchanting music which springs forth from your hands.”

  She picked up her fiddle and lifted it to her chin. I smiled to meself as I listened to her begin an uplifting melody fer me. She truly was exceedingly gifted. There was almost nothing I found more pleasure in than listening to her stroke the strings of her instrument. Well, that is, until I imagine her stroking my instrument.

  But no, I cannot regard her in that way. Not until I do right by her and make her my wife, at least.

  Ah, Connemara! How it exemplifies the peaceful solitude and rugged beauty of the west of Éire with its ever-changing landscape and dramatic contrasts of sea, sky, land and bog. The sunbeams as they come and go cast such a range of tint, light and shadow that constantly the mood and tone of the unique landscape be altered entirely.

  One moment, I was delighting in watching Aislinn inhaling the scent of the spring flowers, giggling at the newborn lambs frolicking upon the hills. And then, in the next, all seemed to transform drastically.

  The last vestiges of sunlight glimmered through the clouds, floating past the canopy overhead. Fer quite some time, she and I stared in awe at the fiery blaze of the sunset glistening over the sea. Then all too rapidly, the sky began to transform.

  Darkness as though night had fallen suddenly altered the sky, the wind gusting as though it were the end of the world. We watched the lightning as it took its stage atop the clouds. The startled, frantic chirping of the birds as they dashed about searching fer shelter served to warn us further.

  Out of concern of protecting her, I suggested, “Ought we seek out shelter?”

  As was usual, she demonstrated little sense, seeming to have little concern fer the imminent storm. And instead, Aislinn merely wrapped her arms about my neck, gazing deeply into my eyes. She went up onto her toes, stretching her neck up, and placing her full lips just below my ear, began to plant kisses along the line of me jaw. The feel of her sensuous, soft lips travelling along me face inspired me to think of them travelling elsewhere— places I should not have even considered.

  By the time her lips had made their way to my chin, I was unable to resist any longer. I bent my head to claim her mouth. Standing there while the rain came down upon us, I kissed her deliberately. In that moment, all that mattered were her lips.

  Though I could have kissed her as that ‘til dawn, I returned to me senses, knowing I had to get her somewhere dry and warm, lest she catch her death out there in the storm. ‘Twas not easy, but I compelled meself to pull me lips away from her and proceeded to take her by the hand to seek out proper cover.

  A few hundred metres off I spotted a cozy little cove under a rock overhang on a sandy beach that would offer us sufficient cover from the storm. We ran along laughing as the rain beat down upon us.

  With the dense cloud cover, the dark quickly rushed in.

  I frowned at once noticing how the water was pouring off of her garments as she stood there, onto the once dry floor of the temporary shelter I had located fer us.

  “I suppose we should remove our wet wears, then . . ?” Aislinn suggested all too hopefully, beaming with a playful grin which I could scarcely resist.

  I looked up at her and rolled me eyes. I could not let on how rousing the thought truly was fer me.

  “Very well, but if we do not, a dry place this will not remain fer long,” Aislinn stated saucily, as ever striving to convince me. I had to restrain meself from laughing as she added fer good measure, “And ‘tis so cold I am growing in these. I do believe soaked to the bone I am!” I was not ignorant to the fact that she fibbed as I watched in amusement as she feigned a shiver, wrapping her arms tightly about herself.

  Not even a moment did she wait fer me to decide. I watched as her hands went to her back and began unbuttoning her bodice. She studied me face carefully, and I prayed it did not portray me agonizing deliberation. Regardless, before I had the chance, Aislinn promptly popped the rest of her gown open, letting it fall to her feet without so much as a thought to the mud she stood in.

  Fer a moment, I just stood there stunned, me darkening eyes taking in the sight of her in only a cream satin corset and pantalets. Gazing upon the generous swell of her breasts over the top of the corset, all I knew was I had to avert me eyes fer a moment. Thus, without thinking about what ‘twas I was doing, me hands moved to the bottom hem of me sweater, lifting it up, as still me eyes remained affixed upon her lovely form.

  She watched me as I removed the drenched blue sweater. And then, entirely against me own volition, I found meself undoing me trousers, letting them drop to the ground and stepped out of them. Aislinn gasped, and I promptly realised why: I did not typically don undergarments, and that day was no exception. Her eyes broadened, her mouth gaping as I stood there before her entirely in the nude. ‘Twas the first time I had stood naked before another, and I could not help but feel a bit self-conscious.

  However, the way in which Aislinn gazed at me as her eyes travelled down me form gave me more than enough assurance that she was not in the least disappointed. She stepped forward, reaching out towards me, but I caught her hands before she could satisfy her impulse.

  God, I want to feel her hands upon me bare skin fer the first time. But I cannot rightfully lead her on that manner.

  Her eyes flashed to me face, her lips protruding into a pout.

  Oh, how I desire to bend down and suck upon that lip!

  In order to mollify her quickly, I said playfully, “Well, this is hardly fair now, is it then?” Locating the lacings at her waist, she sucked in her breath as I pulled them free, her corset loosening.

  What is it I am doing? I cannot believe I am condoning this! Oh, but I do wish to see her free of her garments as well.

  Very carefully, I finished loosening the lacings of Aislinn’s corset so that I could raise it over her head. It would not do to allow such a lovely item to fall to the ground and become muddied as she had her gown. I began to lift it and she raised her arms high into the air with beyond eager compliance, her eyes locking onto mine meaningfully.

  However, me eyes were swiftly distracted by the sight of her ample breasts bouncing free of the garment which had astonishingly kept them so properly restrained. I felt me eyes bulge— amongst other parts of me— at taking in the allure of them fer the first time, although I had envisioned them in me dreams more times than would be decent to admit. Before I could douse the fire which had settled in them, Aislinn lifted her eyes to mine. I was surprised to behold her demureness. Then I realised it would surely have been the first time she had been viewed naked by a member of the opposite sex, as well.

  Oh my God, how truly exquisite she is! This is the woman that I am to marry, w
ho has consented to be mine fer the rest of our lives!

  I sucked in me breath when she took a half step forward and placed her hands upon me chest, her fingers twirling about the hairs there before roaming on to teasingly circle around me erect nipples. Aislinn stroked across me chest to me broad shoulders and very slowly over the muscles of me arms to me hands, of which she decisively took hold of, bringing them to her skin. I understood she was encouraging me to caress her as I wished.

  Quickly assessing the situation, I cautiously placed me hands upon her slender waist, before allowing me hands to roam slowly over her body— gently at first, but having a difficult time remaining as that, as they began to wander more hungrily over her curves.

  Me penis thickened some more. Before I could gain control, I was cupping her breasts within me hands. Her resulting whimper did nothing to encourage me to regain me senses. Her bountiful breasts spilled over from me hands as I massaged them, relishing of the feel of their warmth as though lost in a trance.

  Becoming lost to her sensuality, I pushed me face into the dampness of her hair, inhaling her scent. “Delicious you smell from the rain, Aislinn,” I mouthed, me lips finding hers.

  Me hands went to the back of her head, me fingers working their way into her thick hair, me lips kissing her more hungrily. Her hands gripped me arms, and I could feel her pulling herself tighter to me.

  Me penis now fully erect, between kisses I paused, deliberating on how much further I should allow meself to carry this. I could sense Aislinn’s impatience.

  I brought me mouth back to hers, though still she held onto her breath. Letting her eyes fall shut, she inhaled deeply, her lips curling into a drunken smile and then pressed her mouth to mine fervently. I knew I should not be losing meself as this, yet I felt powerless to stop it.

  Deeper into the shallow cave I tugged her and finding a dry spot once again, pulled her down to the ground. I laid back so that she might feast her eyes upon me nude form, and that she certainly did. Actually, I was rather elated that she could not peel her eyes away.

  Aislinn sprawled out upon the ground beside me, striving to entice me in a similar manner. And that, it surely did!

  Rolling over onto me elbow, I viewed her fer a long moment before pulling her against me side. Then I pulled her over onto me chest, gently brushing the wet hair back from her face so that I could kiss her.

  I held her as we lie there, listening to the rain and thunder crashing just outside. “Your eyes speak to me without need fer a single word,” I whispered over her mouth.

  “Oh? And just what is it they be telling’ you?” Aislinn probed me enticingly.

  Without bothering to answer, I kissed her hair. Locating the small of her back with me hand, I pressed her closer to me. The heat of her body I could feel against my swollen groin, eliciting me to let out an involuntary groan. She arched her body against me in response, pressing firmer into me, and I sought out her lips eagerly. Following the delicate line of her jaw with me lips, I explored the slender length of her feminine neck.

  Touching the warmth of her face, over her succulent lips me fingertips traced.

  “Around you, Aislinn, the night turns absolutely luminous!” I expressed, marveling at the immense beauty of seeing all of her in its purest form, with no garments to hide any of her loveliness.

  “I would love to touch the sky with you tonight, Donovan. Take me within your strong arms, hold me up so high and never let us come down,” she said, endeavouring as always to tempt me.

  “When truly you are mine, I’ll give meself to you again and again,” I replied regretfully.

  “Donovan, I truly am yours now! I could not possibly be any more yours! And beyond willing I be now to receive what you have to give me,” she argued, still trying to convince me.

  I merely sighed in response, the frustration emanating from her. I could sympathize. She did not realise how badly I wanted her just as she wanted me.

  “To merge together with you, I desire,” she persisted. “I want to know you down to the bone.” I should not have been shocked at anything Aislinn attempted at this point, and yet I was.

  Tempting meself, I leaned down, kissing over the swells of her breasts, they were so plush, so soft beneath me lips. Forcing meself to move away before I lost meself in their plush, I trailed me lips beck up to her luscious mouth. “Just to taste your kiss, I will kiss your lips forever on a night as this,” I murmured into her mouth, the starlight illuminating her face, revealing the mysticism that was she.

  “Breathe out so that I may breathe you in,” she whispered breathlessly, becoming overheated with his kisses.

  Aislinn breathed in, her eyes rolling back into her head as she did, appearing as though she were becoming drunk upon the scent of me. How is it she can make me feel as though I am the most desirable man in the world? Of course, that is the same way I feel about her. But, then look at her! She truly is the most desirable creature which ever has walked this earth!

  I felt the perspiration emanating from me skin with the smouldering heat coming from me. I knew I should stop but I could not manage to grasp the strength needed to.

  I could not help but groan, as me groin throbbed fer her, wanting to feel her in every way imaginable.

  “Growing impatient I am of awaiting to be consumed by you, Donovan!” Aislinn entreated, only exasperating me present dilemma.

  Me own patience is dwindling, as well, me darling Aislinn. I want to consume you, every part of you, to know the taste of each of your essences, the fluids of your arousal, if you were bleeding me tongue would lick your wound, reveling in the salty taste of your blood, taking in the very core of your essences seeking to make you a part of me forever. Still, such primitive carnal thoughts I cannot voice. If she knew the things I have thought of doing to her, surely she would think me insane, likely run from me!

  “Heaven cannot wait forever. Pray let me feel you make the decision,” she moaned. I groaned as suddenly I felt her hand wrap about me cock, gripping me tightly.

  She tempts a madman! She knows not what she does!

  Trying me best to ignore her brazen move— though not removing her hand just yet— not wanting to let on how the affect she had upon me, I took her face between his palms, and told her in compelling a tone which I hoped would relay me circumstance, “Trust me, Aislinn, I can appreciate what ‘tis that you endure. Compared to me desire fer you, the stars they be but a mere dusting in the sky. Still, that desire I have resolved to restrain, fer honour you I will and defer this ‘til the time is right.”

  She merely scoffed, “Surely then, you do not truly comprehend the intense need I have fer you in this very moment. Oh, that you could feel what I am feeling right now, taste of the raging hunger within me . . . devour it . . . calm it,” she groaned, her brow furrowing. If only she knew, I shared every desire she had, felt exactly as she felt in that moment!

  “Nothing stands between us here, Donovan. Not anyone but you and I will ever know . . .” she continued with her attempt to convince me. “Moreover, believe I’ll certainly die if wait the entirety of another year I must!” she cried, taking to stroking me organ in her hand zealously.

  Oh God! Yes, Aislinn, stroke me cock, stroke me until . . . Oh Yes . . . No! I cannot take anymore of this lest I explode in her hand, or bend her over right her and thrust me raging erection into her hot little pussy until me balls are pressed against her cheeks! Then she would not think me such the upright gentleman, would she? However, that is not the image of me I wish her to have, only validating me as the bastard her father claims me to be. She deserves so much more than that.

  “Heaven bent you are to take me hand and lead me to the fire, Aislinn!” I growled coarsely in me bottled lust without meaning to. That wildfire of carnal hunger she had already led me to, it was threatening to consume me. I sprang up and pulled away from her frantically clutching fingers before I did something we would both regret. I could not stand to be pressed against the heat of her luscious body
another moment, to feel her skin upon mine. I needed space to regain me composure.

  She curled up, pouting. I saw she thought I was only rejecting her.

  Why can she not see? I want her just as she wants me, likely even more so.

  I sighed heavily, trying to rid meself of me frustrated desire. A little more composed, I placed me hand upon her shoulder, pulling her back to me and whispered in her ear, “Granted, were I to spend forever here with you as this, still I would not be satisfied. So, lay down beside me fer as long as it may last, Aislinn, on this night where all is ours.”

  I hoped we could at least make the best of this rare night which had thrust itself upon us inadvertently. I would hold her in me arms, something I believed I would not have the opportunity to do fer two more years when we were to be wed. This one night would have to last me ‘til then.

  “Let me hear you breathing fer me, sighing fer me,” she whispered back to me. “Me alone.”

  Yes fer her. Every breath I take is fer her, every beat of me heart which pumps blood throughout me body. It has always been her fer me, only her. When will she ever understand that?

  Striving to convey this to her, how much she meant to me, I kissed her face and head ever softly as me beautiful Aislinn laid her head upon me chest, her mane of crimson locks blanketing me, and commenced to stroking me skin with her fingers rhythmically ‘til finally sleep did claim her.

  Me red hot desire finally seizing the opportunity to settle to a simmer— the best I could ask fer when in her presence— I observed her as she slept fer quite some time, her head upon me chest, her fingers still curled around me hair, the rise and fall of her breasts with her soft breathing. I stroked her hair, imagining how I would sit behind her upon our bed once we were wed and assist her in readying herself fer the night, brushing her hair with long, gentle, yet thorough strokes, much the same manner in which I would make love to her afterwards.