Page 60 of Kilted Seduction
“But… yer injuries… we cannae just… the floor…”
“I wouldnae mind the floor.” In truth, the rug looked thick and soft enough for such activity. But as it happened, that wasn’t what he had in mind. “But I’ve another thought, one that willnae be so rough on yer injuries or mine.”
“But… if someone comes in…”
“I thought o’ that.” He moved to stand in front of her, then, with one smooth movement, he lifted her to her feet, turned them around and settled into her chair. Before she could protest, he pulled her down to sit on his lap. “Straddle me.”
“What…”
“Sit astride me.” His blood was flowing through his veins like liquid fire, his member hard and aching with desire as he leaned up to kiss her jaw and drink in her scent. “Sit so ye’re facin’ me directly.”
Thora flushed, but did as he said, gasping as he pulled her close, so that his straining erection was against her entrance, separated only by the cloth of her skirt and his kilt. “Aedan…”
“Last chance.” He slid his hand down between their bodies, to massage her. Thora made a soft noise and squirmed against his hand. “Tell me ye dinnae want this, and I’ll stop.”
“I…” Her face was flushed, as her body pushed into his touch.
“Dae ye want me tae stop?” He stroked her gently, then cupped her sex.
“Nay.”
Aedan gripped the fabric of her dress and his kilt and pulled it free of where it had been trapped between them. He and Thora both gasped at the sensation of heated flesh and cold air across their bodies. Aedan groaned as the damp curls adorning Thora’s sex brushed across his aching erection, teasing him. “Och… lass…”
He slid his hand between them, to caress her again, running his hand over the dampness of her arousal. His own pulsed and ached begging for release. “Can ye rise?”
“I… I dinnae ken…”
If her knees felt as boneless as his had before, she probably couldn’t. “Touch yerself, where I’m touching ye.”
“What?”
“Touch yerself. Spread yerself open fer me.” Aedan slid his hands to her hips.
Watching her reach beneath her skirt to follow his direction was enough to make his mouth go dry. The flush of her cheeks, the panting breaths that brought his attention to her taut breasts,the shy hesitancy of her movements… he’d never seen anything so entrancing. It was all he could do not to climax right then.
He could feel her hand between them, and the moment she did as he’d commanded. With a soft grunt of effort, he lifted her hips, aligning her entrance with the tip of his shaft. Then slowly, he lowered her down, burying himself in the tight heat of her velvet-soft sheath.
Thora gasped as he slid into her, her eyes going wide as he seated her fully against him, his shaft filling her core. “Aedan…”
He shifted in the chair, and she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as her body trembled with the sensation of him inside her. Aedan reached up and undid the laces of her bodice, and Thora flushed an even deeper crimson. “What are ye…?”
“I want tae see ye. Yer soft breasts… yer face as ye ride me… I want tae see it all.” He tugged the bodice apart and down just enough to bare her breasts, then put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. “Ride me.”
She wasn’t experienced and it took a moment before she found the proper angle. Aedan’s breath hissed between his teeth as she rose, leaving him cold for a moment before she sank back down onto him. “That’s it…” He could barely speak through the pressure and pleasure sweeping through him.
She did it again, then began to rock against him in earnest, setting up a fast rhythm that took his breath away and sent the fire roaring through his blood like a bonfire under his skin.
Her breasts brushed against his chest with every descent, her thighs flexing around his hips, her whole body moving against his in a manner that made him near mindless with pleasure. The intensity of it was nothing he’d ever felt before, with any other woman. His whole body hummed with pleasure, and it was all Aedan could do to keep his focus on Thora, instead of surrendering to the pleasure and letting his eyes close.
Heat and pressure spiraled higher and tighter, clenching his gut and swelling his bollocks. His shaft was so tight it ached, and he could feel the heat of her around him, velvet softness clenching around him and pulling him onward.
He was close, so close… he reached out and slid his hand under her skirt, to where her body joined his. His hand found her pleasure center, and he stroked it with a finger, and was rewarded with a soft cry as she arched against him. He caressed her again, and Thora collapsed against him, her cry muffled against his shirt as she convulsed around him with her own pleasure.
Aedan felt his breath stutter as her inner walls clenched around him, dragging him over the edge and milking his release from him in a wave of irresistible pleasure. His body shuddered in time with Thora’s, his release spurting deep into her welcoming body as the sensations washed over him in a wave that turned his vision white with the force of it.
Above him, Thora whimpered and shuddered as the pressure of his body still in hers sent another wave of pleasure through her.The shocks tremored through her into him, causing his body to arch against hers in an aftershock of his own pleasure.
He was drowning in her heat, her sweet scent and the pleasure of her body enveloping his. Nothing else mattered - not his recent humiliation at Lachlan Ross’s hands, not the plans that might still threaten his clan, and not his injuries. There was nothing in his world except pleasure, heat, and Thora.
