Page 36 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
“Please,” she managed to whisper.
Her fingers were still curled around his hardness, but she couldn’t seem to make them move. Her entire being was focused onhisfingers, and the way they teased, delving in and out of her folds, stroking, caressing.
And then he pushed one callused tip inside her, and she sighed at the sensation. “Aye,” she breathed, her eyes closed, her focus on that one delicious invasion. “More.”
“No’ yet,” he murmured, his lips finding her jaw, then her throat. “Soon.”
He stroked her, and the pleasure mounted. She was no novice when it came to pleasure, having experimented quite often on herself. But this…! The sensation of the cool water, and his warm body, and each move a surprise….
And his cock, of course. That was an added bonus.
The pad of his thumb found her clitoris and she gasped, her fingers tightening around him.
“Kester!”
Making a sound which might’ve been a chuckle, he pressed another finger inside her…and her inner muscles contractedhard.
“Aye,” he groaned, as she tightened around him—in every way. “Come for me, lass.”
Well, who was she to refuse such an order?
With another gasp, she flexed against him, feeling her pleasure mounting. He slid his fingers from her just slightly, then pressed into her again as his thumb brushed against her bud of pleasure.
And her pleasure burst white-hot behind her eyes.
She rode him.
There really wasn’t any other way to explain it. She rode him, rocking hard against him and his hand, her fingers locked around his cock as her belly and breasts slid along his hardness.
“Jesu Christo!” he gasped, his fingers digging into her arse cheek. “Aye, Robena….”
His words devolved into a groan, and dimly, through her own spiraling pleasure, she felt liquid heat spill from the tip of his cock, sliding between their bodies.
They stood—or possibly floated, or melted, orexisted—like that for a million heartbeats, and also for far too short a time. As her breathing returned to normal, she realized his forehead was pressed against hers once more, his eyes squeezed shut, and his fingers still inside her.
Unable to stop herself, and not wanting to, she brushed her lips against his cheekbone. Then his brow, then his nose. Finally, his eyes opened.
“Robena….”
“If ye apologize, Kester MacBain, I’ll smack ye.” She flexed her fingers around his cock, which was still pinned between them, and saw him smile.
“Verra well. I was going to say….” He captured her lips in his, this kiss soft, and over too quickly. “Thank ye. Thank ye for giving me this. Here and now.”
She swallowed, hating the fact the reminder somehow soured the hum of joy still thrumming through her body. This had beenheridea. This had been what she wanted.
Here and now.
Forcing a light tone, she smiled. “Thankye, Kester.”
Mayhap he’d felt the change in the moment because he blew out a breath and slid his fingers from inside her, loosening his hold on her arse at the same time. She did the same, releasing him, relaxing her legs from around his hips.
He brushed another gentle kiss against her lips, although this one seemed somehow perfunctory. “Shall we bathe?”
That had been the reason she’d goaded him out here, had it not?
“Aye.” She turned him toward the shore. “Although mayhap closer to land, eh?”
He sighed as he followed her. “Ye really cannae swim, lass?”
