Page 67 of A Forbidden Night with a Scot
“It’s been so long,” Samuel said as he impatiently tugged at her dress, trying to lower her neckline as he bent down to kiss every inch of skin he managed to expose. Alicia had been keeping her lust at bay for so long that now she was already far gone, wetness gathering between her thighs at the simplest touch. When Samuel finally managed to bare her breasts, almost tearing her dress off in the process, and wrapped his lips around her nipple, the touch drew a broken moan out of her, a sudden jolt of pleasure running down her spine.
Samuel was insatiable as he sucked on her breasts, alternating from one nipple to the other, teeth grazing over the pebbled nubs. When he moved back up and kissed her neck instead, Alicia reached for him, palm pressing against his manhood through his trews to hear him moan her name.
They were both too impatient, pawing at each other desperately. Samuel canted his hips, pushing into the touch, and Alicia stroked her fingers over his length teasingly, only spurring him on. When he hurriedly pushed her dress up, though, and pressed two fingers against her, finding her already wet and yielding for him, she couldn’t help but moan and grab his hand, guiding it exactly where she wanted it.
“Look at ye, so eager,” Samuel said as he laughed softly in her ear. “An’ so wet. Have ye been thinkin’ about me?”
“Every night,” Alicia admitted. “Have ye?”
“Every night,” Samuel echoed. “I’ve brought meself pleasure at the thought o’ ye every single night, but it was never enough. It was never like this.”
Alicia’s cheeks flooded with heat at Samuel’s confession. She imagined him in his bed, stroking himself as he thought about her, nothing but a few walls separating them from each other. She imagined him gasping her name as he finished, flushed and heaving and beautiful.
Samuel’s fingers entered her easily, her flesh parting around them. The drag of them over her walls left her shaking and the brush of his palm over her sensitive spot drove her mad with need. After all this time, she knew she would need nothing but a few well-placed thrusts of his fingers to finish, and Samuel’s only goal seemed to be to get her there, to give her as much pleasure as he could.
“I’ll make ye fall apart with me fingers,” he said as he kissed her jaw, her cheek, then her lips. “An’ then ye’ll ride me. I wish tae watch ye as ye take yer pleasure from me.”
Alicia gasped at the words, her stance widening as Samuel began to thrust his fingers in earnest. Alicia could do nothing but hold on to him, her lips parted as she took quick, shallow breaths, heat coiling deep inside her with every pump of his hand. Like that, it only took her a few more thrusts before her first orgasm was ripped out of her, her entire body shaking in Samuel’s embrace as she was pulled under the weight of her release.
Only when the aftershocks had passed did Samuel loosen his grip on her, pressing a tender kiss to her head. Alicia stumbled back, leaning against the wall as she tried to catch her breath, but not for long. She wasn’t done with Samuel yet; his suggestion had been more than appealing.
“Sit,” she told him, and Samuel gave her an amused little smile before he complied, sitting on a box in the corner of the room. It looked just sturdy enough for the two of them or at least so Alicia hoped.
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she watched as Samuel pulled himself out of his trews and gave his length a few slow, sensual strokes, smearing her wetness over himself. The sight made Alicia’s breath stutter and she quickly made her way to him, lifting her dress up as she climbed onto his lap, facing him.
Slowly, Alicia reached between them to guide Samuel to her opening, breath catching in her throat as he finally entered her. As she sank onto his length, Samuel muffled his moan against her neck, his hands gripping her waist and digging into her flesh. Though it was far from the first time they had enjoyed each other, each sensation felt almost new to Alicia, overwhelming after all that time apart.
Her arms circling Samuel’s shoulders, Alicia kissed him deeply as she began to move, rolling her hips in a slow rhythm. Samuel moaned into the kiss, the sound reverberating through Alicia’s body, the vibrations travelling seemingly all the way to the ends of her limbs. She had never felt so attuned to anyone before, not even Samuel himself. It was as though his pleasure was hers andhers his, each of them more focused on making the other feel good than anything else.
“Like that,” Samuel said, encouraging Alicia with a nod. “Ye feel so good around me. Dae ye feel good, me love? Tell me.”
Alicia nodded, at a loss for words. Nothing had felt as good as this, each drag of Samuel’s manhood inside her filling her with joy, each tender brush of his lips against her reminding her of the love he held for her.
Letting her head fall back with a pleased sigh, Alicia held onto Samuel’s shoulders for leverage as she quickened her pace, eager to reach her zenith once more. His hands helped her set a rhythm, guiding her movements until they both got close to the edge, their breaths mingling along with their moans as they pressed their foreheads together, staring into each other’s eyes.
Alicia would never have to be apart from him again, she thought. They would spend the rest of their lives together, and she would never have to miss him like this again.
It only took her a few more thrusts to reach her peak once more, repeating Samuel’s name over and over as she clenched hard around him, her body curling over him as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Cursing under his breath, Samuel grabbed her hips and held her up as he gave her a few more stuttering, desperate thrusts, sinking himself as deep as he could one last time before he reached his own release, spilling himself inside her.
The two of them stayed entwined for several minutes, Alicia sitting in Samuel’s lap trying to catch their breath. Samuel’s arms wrapped loosely around her waist, holding onto her gently as Alicia laid her head on his shoulder, allowing herself to rest.
“I love ye, Samuel,” she mumbled quietly, so much so that she didn’t know if he heard her. But then Samuel hummed and kissed her temple, the gesture so tender it had Alicia melting in his arms.
“I love ye,” he said. “An’ I cannae wait tae make ye me wife.”
