off over her head and looked at her bra, fingers tracing the lace cups. “’Tis lovely, but how?”
She unhooked it, delighted by his gasp of pleasure when he filled his hands with her breasts and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. Incredible sensations shot through her. Her knees felt so weak she wondered if they’d simply give out. She looked for a place to lie down on the rocky ground.
Seeming to read her mind, he stopped suckling her long enough to take her hand. “This way, lass. We shall consecrate our love on hallowed ground.” He detoured past his horse long enough to pull the blanket from its back and led her to an alcove within the stone ruins. An oil lamp on a small shelf burst into flame when he looked at it.
A part of her wanted to ask how he’d done that but Sam had more pressing matters, like the orgasm that wanted to happen. It was so close, all it would take was just a little rubbing. He bent to kiss her again. This time his lips were hard and demanding, filled with passion to match her own. He grappled with the fastenings on her pants. She guided his hands, kicked off her boots, and stepped out of pants and panties. She’d never been so wet, felt almost embarrassed when he dipped fingers between her legs. He circled the throbbing center of her before moving inside. A low moan escaped him.
She wanted to grab his hand and move it against her until she came. Before she could do that, he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked. “Sweet, so sweet,” he murmured. His eyes glittered when he looked at her. “Aye, and skirts are a wee bit easier, lass. All one must do is lift them out of the way.”
She took the hint. Her hands found their way beneath his kilt, closing on a wonderfully erect penis. He was huge—and obviously ready. She ran her fingers around the velvety head, wanting to ease it inside her. One of his hands closed over hers. “Go easy, I dinna want to spend too soon. ’Tis been long since I’ve been with a lass.”
He did something to his plaid. In a single, untwisting motion, it lay on the ground atop the horse blanket. His body was magnificent. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. It was like looking at one of the gods. Silky hair fell nearly to his waist in a shimmering dark cloud. Well-muscled arms and legs graced a torso worthy of Adonis. Her hands reached for him again, but he batted them away. Instead, he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her upon their impromptu bed.
He settled next to her, propped on an elbow as he rained kisses down her face and neck. The heat from his mouth made her groan. She turned toward him, trying to capture one of his legs between hers, feeling as if she’d die if she didn’t come—now. Right now. When she squirmed against him, he laughed.
“Aye and ’tis a randy one ye are. I like my women passionate, lass. Ye’re perfect, but if ye think ye can spend without my fingers, tongue, or cock, ye must needs think again.”
So hot she could scarcely talk, Sam lay on her back and spread her legs. Wordlessly, she reached for him, back arched in preparation. The tip of his cock pressed for entrance. “Yes,” she almost screamed. “For God’s sake, fuck me.” His shaft sank into her. Her nails raked down his back as she tried to get even closer.
Once he was full length within her, he stopped moving, supported himself on his arms and looked at her. She met that incredible green gaze with her golden one, wrapped her legs around him, and gripped his hips. Moving her body against him, pressing the sensitive nub between her legs right up against the base of his cock, it didn’t take much before release ripped through her. Sam’s entire body spasmed when she came. She felt it in her fingers and toes and tongue. Little whimpering animal sounds tore out of her. She’d never come like this before. It was hard to breathe. Her pussy got even wetter as it contracted around him. Fluid gushed down her legs.
“Beautiful. Ye’re such a
She unhooked it, delighted by his gasp of pleasure when he filled his hands with her breasts and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. Incredible sensations shot through her. Her knees felt so weak she wondered if they’d simply give out. She looked for a place to lie down on the rocky ground.
Seeming to read her mind, he stopped suckling her long enough to take her hand. “This way, lass. We shall consecrate our love on hallowed ground.” He detoured past his horse long enough to pull the blanket from its back and led her to an alcove within the stone ruins. An oil lamp on a small shelf burst into flame when he looked at it.
A part of her wanted to ask how he’d done that but Sam had more pressing matters, like the orgasm that wanted to happen. It was so close, all it would take was just a little rubbing. He bent to kiss her again. This time his lips were hard and demanding, filled with passion to match her own. He grappled with the fastenings on her pants. She guided his hands, kicked off her boots, and stepped out of pants and panties. She’d never been so wet, felt almost embarrassed when he dipped fingers between her legs. He circled the throbbing center of her before moving inside. A low moan escaped him.
She wanted to grab his hand and move it against her until she came. Before she could do that, he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked. “Sweet, so sweet,” he murmured. His eyes glittered when he looked at her. “Aye, and skirts are a wee bit easier, lass. All one must do is lift them out of the way.”
She took the hint. Her hands found their way beneath his kilt, closing on a wonderfully erect penis. He was huge—and obviously ready. She ran her fingers around the velvety head, wanting to ease it inside her. One of his hands closed over hers. “Go easy, I dinna want to spend too soon. ’Tis been long since I’ve been with a lass.”
He did something to his plaid. In a single, untwisting motion, it lay on the ground atop the horse blanket. His body was magnificent. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. It was like looking at one of the gods. Silky hair fell nearly to his waist in a shimmering dark cloud. Well-muscled arms and legs graced a torso worthy of Adonis. Her hands reached for him again, but he batted them away. Instead, he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her upon their impromptu bed.
He settled next to her, propped on an elbow as he rained kisses down her face and neck. The heat from his mouth made her groan. She turned toward him, trying to capture one of his legs between hers, feeling as if she’d die if she didn’t come—now. Right now. When she squirmed against him, he laughed.
“Aye and ’tis a randy one ye are. I like my women passionate, lass. Ye’re perfect, but if ye think ye can spend without my fingers, tongue, or cock, ye must needs think again.”
So hot she could scarcely talk, Sam lay on her back and spread her legs. Wordlessly, she reached for him, back arched in preparation. The tip of his cock pressed for entrance. “Yes,” she almost screamed. “For God’s sake, fuck me.” His shaft sank into her. Her nails raked down his back as she tried to get even closer.
Once he was full length within her, he stopped moving, supported himself on his arms and looked at her. She met that incredible green gaze with her golden one, wrapped her legs around him, and gripped his hips. Moving her body against him, pressing the sensitive nub between her legs right up against the base of his cock, it didn’t take much before release ripped through her. Sam’s entire body spasmed when she came. She felt it in her fingers and toes and tongue. Little whimpering animal sounds tore out of her. She’d never come like this before. It was hard to breathe. Her pussy got even wetter as it contracted around him. Fluid gushed down her legs.
“Beautiful. Ye’re such a
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