Page 45 of Kilted Seduction
From the smile on his face, he understood quite well, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to tease her. “Och, ye mean… here?” His thumb traced across her navel, dipping briefly into the valley of it, before lightly stroking across the line of her hip, brushing the edge of her buttocks, and coming back up. “Like this?”
“Nay… I mean… dinnae play with me Aedan…” She squirmed, trying to move up so his hand could touch her where she most wanted it. “Lower.”
To her dismay, he removed his hand from under her dress and began to caress her thigh and shin. “Yer legs, are they sore?”
“Aedan…” Her voice was a breathless whisper, bordering on a whine. It would have been louder, had she not been afraid of waking the healer.
Aedan cocked his head, his hand moving slowly up her leg and dragging the skirt upward. Thora shivered as his hand brushed her knee, then slid lightly over the flesh of her thigh. “Here?”
“Higher… and…” She parted her legs slightly. Her muscles quivered, her whole body shivering under his touch as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh, across the soft skin, toward her damp, heated sex.
He stopped just short of the entrance, and she wanted to scream. “Here?”
“Higher…” She whimpered the word. “Please, Aedan… stop teasing me…”
Her whimper turned into a gasp as his hand caressed her mound, fingers carding through the soft, fine hairs that covered it. His hand covered her sex, stroking softly, and Thora moaned and rocked into his touch as much as her body would allow.
“Och, ye’re so wet… waiting fer me…” Aedan slid the skirt up higher, exposing her heated flesh to his gaze, and the cool night air. He smiled at her, dark and teasing, and dragged his fingers through the liquid of her arousal. “The smell o’ ye… the sight o’ ye, waiting fer me, begging fer me… dae ye have any idea what that might dae tae a man?”
He lifted his hand and slowly, torturously, licked her arousal from his fingers. The sight was as arousing as his touch, and Thora whimpered again, legs parting wider in invitation. “Please…”
Aedan lowered his hand, middle finger dipping into her navel before he slid his fingers down from there, across her mound, tothe upper edge of her sex. Thora’s body reacted, hips flexing into his touch.
“Part yer legs wider fer me. I want to see ye as I touch ye.”
Trembling, she obeyed. She felt nearly mindless, unable to think, and unable to tell if it was the medicine or his touch that fogged her thoughts.
She didn’t care. She wanted more. Her tongue wouldn’t form the words, so she rocked her hips into his touch again, pleading.
Aedan slid his hand down, to caress the lips of her sex, fingers trailing over the soft folds. The sensation was nearly unbearable, pleasure sparking through her like a building bonfire as he stroked her sex with light but firm pressure.
A finger slid between the slickened folds, caressing the inner walls and Thora gave a muffled cry as a jolt of lightning seemed to pass from her sex to her core. Aedan stroked her again, a little deeper, two of his fingers parting her outer folds as his other finger caressed her inner walls.
In the wake of his touch, cool air touched places she’d never felt before, and Thora shivered. The sensation was different, but still pleasurable.
Aedan’s thumb slid across the top of her sex, between the edges, and found a small nub of flesh at the top of her entrance. He slidhis thumb across it, and Thora gasped and arched against his hands. “Aedan…”
Another stroke, another lightning bolt of intense pleasure. Then another, and another, until the only thing keeping her from writhing off the pallet was Aedan’s hand and his weight, keeping her close so she couldn’t hurt herself further.
One finger pressed deep inside her, pressing into the narrow channel of her core. It burned, stretching her inner walls, but any discomfort she felt was diminished by the pleasure it caused as he caressed her. Thora moaned as he began to rock his hand inside her, finger gliding in and out of her body in slow measured thrusts.
The heat built up, pleasure spiraling higher, past her ability to think of anything but his hand inside her, pleasuring her, drawing more and more heat and ecstasy from her.
Another finger pressed into her, stretching her further, changing the angles so that every thrust of his hand changed what she was feeling.
She was going to burn up, she was going to go out of her mind… she was going to drown in heat and pleasure andAedan…
His thumb traced over the sensitive nub of flesh, then circled it, and at the same moment his mouth latched onto her left breast.
The wave broke, and Thora’s release swept over her, hips arching as her fluids gushed over Aedan’s hand. The world dissolved into heat and pleasure, a tidal wave of both like a sea of the most perfect and wondrous flame. Aedan’s hand maintained the rhythm as she convulsed with pleasure, then again, then again, riding the waves until she was utterly spent.
Afterward, she watched him rise, and realized that at some point, he’d undone his lower garments to free his heavy, rigid erection. His hand traced lightly over the shaft, pumping almost idly as he moved, until he made a soft noise and dropped to his knees as his own release spurted onto the stones.
For several moments, all she could do was stare at him, her vision still hazy with afterglow of her pleasure, and her muscles bonelessly relaxed. Then Aedan shifted, and managed to gather a damp cloth from a nearby basin. He rolled over with a grimace of effort, and set about cleaning up the mess he’d made.
Afterward, he helped her clean herself, and redressed both of him. The haze had largely passed, but Thora still felt weighed down with lassitude, her eyes heavy as she watched him move about.
Finally, Aedan returned to the pallet, holding a small cup of liquid that smelled of familiar herbs. Willow-bark for pain, and valerian for ease and easy sleep. Thora eyed it uncertainly. “I’m well enough.”
