Page 47 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior
The storm outside seemed to rage louder, the windows rattling with full force. Roderick took hold of Moira, lifting her up gently, and placing her on the bed below him.
He hovered over her, his breath shallow and uneven, his gaze never leaving hers. As he looked down at Moira, her black hair flowing freely and her flushed face, a mixture of innocence and desire in her eyes, he knew that what was happening was more than physical.
He didn’t feel his heart racing just because she was bonnie. It was because she was her.
“I’m ready,” she said. “Ye dinnae have tae wait, I want this, wi’ ye.”
“Are ye sure?” He asked her, near breathless.
“Aye.”
His lips lowered and slowly devoured hers as his hands worked to unlace the bodice of her dress. The fabric felt as though it would burn him if he didn’t get it off quickly enough. She shuddered beneath him, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer with all her strength and need.
Roderick gently pushed the gown down her shoulders, exposing her skin little by little. His hands were careful, reverent, as though he were handling the most delicate of jewels.
As the gown pooled around her waist, he removed the rest of her top undergarments, tracing the curve of her shoulder, down to her arm, feeling the warmth of her two mounds beneath his hands. Moira’s breath hitched at the contact, her body arching toward him instinctively, despite her initial shyness.
He noticed her biting her lip, and instinctively he brought his mouth toward her protruding nubs, like two rose petals. She moaned as he sucked light at first, then increasing with force to match the pressure in his groin. He felt as though he was going to lose his control, she was too soft, too ripe, but with whatever strength he had left he held onto, working to please her first.
Their hands brushed as Moira assisted him pulling her gown the rest of the way down, and then removing with speed the remainder of her lower undergarments.
He brought himself up to view her, drinking in the sight of her naked body, as his desire sharpened and became almost unbearable.
He admired the way the dim light of the fire cast a warm glow over her, the curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts, and the softness of her skin that begged to be touched. With speed, he shed his shirt, tossing it aside as his body came back to her. He kissed her again, deeply and urgently, his hands now roaming across her thighs and squeezing her buttocks.
Memorizing the feel of her skin, the way her body trembled beneath his touch made him shudder.
Moira’s hands moved over his back, her nails scraping gently over his muscles, sending a surge of heat through him. The feeling made him groan, his body reacting to her in ways he could no longer control.
She parted her legs for him, her breath panting as Roderick slid a finger, then two, into her folds. She gasped and was wetter than he had expected, her moistness dripping across his hand as he continued to work in rhythmic motions around her nub.
Her face was filled with more expression than he’d ever seen on her before. She was alive with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as soft breaths escaped her. Her eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, locked onto his initially before shying away.
He remembered, that as feisty as she was, Moira was still bashful, keen for him to take the lead. It impassioned him even more.
“Dinnae look away, Moira,” he said, as he increased the speed of his fingers, moving in rapid motions across her petal-like nub.
But she could barely talk, her mouth wide with desire and her breath short. Roderick brought his free hand to her face, gently guiding her gaze back to his.
“Like this,” she moaned between breaths, her green eyes sending a wave of sharp desire trickling down the back of his spine. His member ached, thrashing angrily against his trews.
“Aye,” he said, moving rhythmically with his fingers, his jaw tensed and his torso hardening with the motion until a forceful gasp escaped her lips. Her mouth widened, and her eyes weakened as her gaze traveled toward the ceiling.
She let out a deep moan, as she reached her climax and Roderick knew that she had been sent over the edge. He smiled as her opening pulsated around his fingers, her moisture dripping on the bed and his hand.
Roderick hissed as his own desire, stoked from the sensation of Moira’s wetness on his hand overwhelmed him, becoming too much. With force, he removed his trews, taking off his clothes to reveal his throbbing, aching member
Her gaze flickered from the ceiling to his penis, and she bit her lip expectantly as she appraised it with a cautious interest that showed Roderick exactly what she wanted. He longed to be in her.
Taking his shaft in his hand, he teased her soaking opening for just a moment. Moira pulsated her body with the movement rocking back and forth.
“Are ye sure ye want me tae continue?’” He asked looking deep into her eyes and she nodded without hesitation.
As he plunged himself in further, sliding in with ease, he let out a small grunt, leaning down to meet Moira as his tip pushed through to her back walls.
Moira let out a deep groan, bringing her hands to the width of his large back.
“Are ye all right?” he asked her, pressing in deeper, the sensation spreading throughout his body.
