Page 81 of His Highland Duchess
Her growled. “You would not dare.”
“Try me.”
He laughed again, then bit into her neck as he slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped and her body turned stiff before spasming and shaking. Her knees buckled and she fell into the wall, holding her breath and then moaning further as his finger slipped deep inside of her and began to stroke gently. It sent a pulse through her body, and she raised her right leg so that he could go deeper. That same finger slid from her and found the bundle of nerves at the top of her womanhood, and when he began to stroke them, she screamed.
“Careful…” He wrapped a hand around her mouth to silence her. “You do not want the girls to hear…” He nibbled her neck, still holding her mouth closed to keep her from screaming. “That would be a very bad influence on them, I think.”
“Ye are the bad influence,” she groaned through his mouth. “On me…”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back so he could kiss her neck. She bit her lips, shuddering and shaking as his fingers continued to play with her. Each time he stroked, she gasped. Each time he slipped inside of her, she moaned deeply. This was different from the last time. It was more freeing. More animalistic. Morereal. Nothing held them back; they gave themselves over entirely to the moment.
When she finally found some semblance of control, Margaret reached behind her and again wrapped her hand around Lysander’s throbbing member. He growled and began to gyrate his hips as she rubbed up and down the outside of his pants.
“You’re teasing me,” he whispered in her ear.
“I am doing nae such thing,” she breathed.
He chuckled and, still with his fingers inside of her, used his spare hand to guide her hand to the buckle that held his pants. She fumbled, for she could not see what she was doing, but he helped her release it, her pants falling open, a wiggle of the hip, and she heard them fall to the floor. And if not that, shefelthismanhood now sticking into her back as he continued to hold her body close.
One hand around her neck, he lifted her chin so that he could savage her throat. The other, he slipped out of her womanhood, which had her gasping and very nearly demanding that he not stop. Only then did she realize what he was doing.
She could feel him directing his manhood between her thighs. It was hard and it throbbed as she kept her legs apart, as he stroked it up against her lips. That same leg rose a little higher, making way as he gently pressed it, threatening to enter her as he continued to kiss and lick and suck anywhere his lips might find.
“Lysander…” Her entire body was shaking. The anticipation was rising. “Please… do it… I want ye… inside of me…”
“Is that an order?”
“If that is what it takes…” She moaned, tore her head free from his grasp, leaning forward now and pushing out her buttocks. “Do it!” she commanded.
She felt his hands grab hold of her waist. For a second, he did nothing, but she could feel him admiring her body. That turned her on beyond belief, that he wouldenjoythe sight of her so much. She wiggled her hips, and he growled again, one hand now slipping between her thighs and testing her wetness.
The anticipation built further. She had never wanted anything more in her life! About to turn back and beg him… Lysander finally bent himself down, raised her leg that little bit further, and entered her for the very first time.
“Oh…” His body went stiff as she felt him inside of her. “Oh…” Her breath caught as he slowly began to slide deeper. “Urgh…” Her pulse quickened, and her body began to shake harder with each inch.
“Careful…” Lysander said as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her. “Is that… do you want me to stop?”
“Dae nae you dare!”
He laughed and then thrust himself harder so that every inch of him was buried inside of her. Her eyes widened, and she gasped and then moaned as she wrapped an arm around her body and pulled her back into him. He kissed her neck and licked her ears, and that was when he started to thrust.
They were long and deep thrusts. They moved to the rhythm of her breathing. Each one sent a pang of pure pleasure through her so that she had to keep herself from screaming. She couldfeelhim, all of him, as if they were one. Harder and faster, he started to thrust his hips. Longer and deeper. One hand on her waist, the other slipped down her front and began to stroke her womanhood again.
“Oh God!” she cried out as the sensation rolled over her body.
“You are perfect…” he growled as he continued to thrust inside of her. “So… perfect… urgh… I can’t… Margaret… God!”
The next few minutes became a blur. Margaret closed her eyes and gave herself over to her husband. She moaned and she cried out. She groaned and she panted heavily. The pleasure began to build. It was like a fire gaining heat. It spread over her, enveloped her entirely, and threatened to consume her like nothing she had ever felt.
“Lysander…” she panted as she felt it about to explode. “I’m… I am…”
“Me too…” he growled as his thrusts became shorter and sharper. More sporadic and determined.
Margaret could not say who finished first. The pressure inside of her suddenly erupted, and she cried out, just as she felt Lysander’s manhood stiffen and throb and explode inside of her. She felt him filling her with his seed, dripping down her thighs as they shook and quivered and she did everything she could not to collapse.
Lysander’s arms were back around her body, holding her into him, not letting her move or push away. His thrusts became less intense. His breathing was ragged and heavy. Her body, still running hot, stopped shaking as the sensation that had taken her lessened. It did not leave her, however, and she thought it never would.
“Lysander…” She leaned back, eyes closed, radiating pure happiness. “That was… that was…”
