SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) by Fiona Knightingale Page A
Authors: Fiona Knightingale
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sleep any later. He started the drive down around noon, but was not sure when he was “supposed” to arrive. He shifted his feet outside of the door for several minutes before finally pressing the doorbell button.
Inside, Ashley’s heart jumped and her pussy clenched. It was the now or never moment.
She opened the door and smiled at Clint who could not stop his own grin. She stepped back into the apartment as he stepped forward. They stood silent and motionless for a long minute, just staring at each other and mentally cycling through all of the teasing and all of the torturous moments that had led to this place and this time.
And combusted.
His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her against him. Their mouths pressed together, lips parted, tongues diving into one another. One of his hands slid lower and slipped up under the short skirt of her dress to dig into her smooth ass.
“God Ashley, you’ve been driving me crazy…” he mumbled against her neck.
“Oh Clint, I didn’t think I could wait any longer,” she whispered back. “I had to have you.”
He groaned and wedged one leg between hers.
“The pool was almost too much,” she confessed shyly as her hands felt the firmness of his chest and arms.
“Everything has been too much…”
She felt his thigh pressing up against her heat and tried to grind against him. He withdrew his thigh and taunted her.
“Oh no missy, now it’s my turn to torment…”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the couch off to one side. He easily spun her around and walked her backwards until she was up against it. He lightly pushed her chest and she dropped down firmly.
He knelt in front of her and ran his hands up her thighs until they disappeared under her skirt. He kneaded her silky skin, his thumbs drawing tantalizing circles nearer and nearer to the heat. Clint leaned forward and kissed her hard, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She gasped and moaned softly.
He caught the hem of her dress in his fingers and slowly slid it up, kissing and licking every exposed inch as it traveled higher and higher. He groaned loudly when he caught a glimpse of the white satin and kissed his way around every edge and seam. She squirmed on the couch, the heat rising and spreading from her belly to her pussy.
He slid it further up as his tongue tickled her stomach and traced the lower curve of her bare breasts. He finally slid the dress up and off and his pupils dilated when he took in the large firm breasts that had been revealed.
“God they’re gorgeous,” he breathed, taking one nipple between his lips.
He pinched it lightly, flicking his tongue over the taut surface. She groaned and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, pulling him against her eager body. His fingers and tongue tormented her aching nipples back and forth while she writhed and moaned.
He kissed his way back down her smooth stomach until he pressed his lips against the wet satin.
She gasped loudly, “Clint…”
He looked up, startled. “Ashley?”
“I’ve never, I mean, no one’s ever…”
“Never? Really?”
His fingers traced tortuous circles around her throbbing clit but never touched it.
“No, never…”
“Mmm, I like that I’ll be the first…”
He slowly slid her panties off and marveled at the smooth wet skin. He exhaled warmly and she shivered hard.
“Clint, I don’t know…”
“Relax, it won’t hurt at all…”
He pressed his lips against her closed lips, letting his tongue graze softly. He relished in her moans and gasps as she felt all new types of torment.
Her heart beat so fast in her chest; she thought she might end up with a broken rib. His lips and tongue felt so delicious but she was so nervous at what he was about to do.
His tongue delved inside and her back arched. He zeroed in on her tender pulsing clit, grasping it lightly between his lips and dancing his tongue across the taut
Inside, Ashley’s heart jumped and her pussy clenched. It was the now or never moment.
She opened the door and smiled at Clint who could not stop his own grin. She stepped back into the apartment as he stepped forward. They stood silent and motionless for a long minute, just staring at each other and mentally cycling through all of the teasing and all of the torturous moments that had led to this place and this time.
And combusted.
His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her against him. Their mouths pressed together, lips parted, tongues diving into one another. One of his hands slid lower and slipped up under the short skirt of her dress to dig into her smooth ass.
“God Ashley, you’ve been driving me crazy…” he mumbled against her neck.
“Oh Clint, I didn’t think I could wait any longer,” she whispered back. “I had to have you.”
He groaned and wedged one leg between hers.
“The pool was almost too much,” she confessed shyly as her hands felt the firmness of his chest and arms.
“Everything has been too much…”
She felt his thigh pressing up against her heat and tried to grind against him. He withdrew his thigh and taunted her.
“Oh no missy, now it’s my turn to torment…”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the couch off to one side. He easily spun her around and walked her backwards until she was up against it. He lightly pushed her chest and she dropped down firmly.
He knelt in front of her and ran his hands up her thighs until they disappeared under her skirt. He kneaded her silky skin, his thumbs drawing tantalizing circles nearer and nearer to the heat. Clint leaned forward and kissed her hard, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She gasped and moaned softly.
He caught the hem of her dress in his fingers and slowly slid it up, kissing and licking every exposed inch as it traveled higher and higher. He groaned loudly when he caught a glimpse of the white satin and kissed his way around every edge and seam. She squirmed on the couch, the heat rising and spreading from her belly to her pussy.
He slid it further up as his tongue tickled her stomach and traced the lower curve of her bare breasts. He finally slid the dress up and off and his pupils dilated when he took in the large firm breasts that had been revealed.
“God they’re gorgeous,” he breathed, taking one nipple between his lips.
He pinched it lightly, flicking his tongue over the taut surface. She groaned and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, pulling him against her eager body. His fingers and tongue tormented her aching nipples back and forth while she writhed and moaned.
He kissed his way back down her smooth stomach until he pressed his lips against the wet satin.
She gasped loudly, “Clint…”
He looked up, startled. “Ashley?”
“I’ve never, I mean, no one’s ever…”
“Never? Really?”
His fingers traced tortuous circles around her throbbing clit but never touched it.
“No, never…”
“Mmm, I like that I’ll be the first…”
He slowly slid her panties off and marveled at the smooth wet skin. He exhaled warmly and she shivered hard.
“Clint, I don’t know…”
“Relax, it won’t hurt at all…”
He pressed his lips against her closed lips, letting his tongue graze softly. He relished in her moans and gasps as she felt all new types of torment.
Her heart beat so fast in her chest; she thought she might end up with a broken rib. His lips and tongue felt so delicious but she was so nervous at what he was about to do.
His tongue delved inside and her back arched. He zeroed in on her tender pulsing clit, grasping it lightly between his lips and dancing his tongue across the taut
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