Page 74 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
“Kester!” she gasped against his mouth, and he hummed in response.
Robena’s pleasure pulsed in ever-decreasing beats, each one softer and longer than the last, until she could suck in a breath without the worry of swallowing her tongue.
Finally, she collapsed back onto the blankets, taking him with her. His head pillowed between her breasts, she listened to the sounds of his breathing and smiled into the darkness.
After a long while, Kester stirred. “I suppose a tent isnae the worst place to spend a wedding night.”
“Aye,” she teased, her fingers stroking his hair. “Although I confess I’m looking forward to a fine bed in MacBain Castle.”
He lifted his head. “So nae more bathing in lochs together?”
“Och, husband!” she smacked him playfully. “I was going to suggest we do that this verra night.”
“Ye’d be too cold.”
“Ye’d keep me warm,” she countered.
Kester rose on his elbows. “Ye cannae swim.”
“Ye will keep me safe.”
She could hear his smile when he drawled, “Aye, that is true enough.”
Robena wrapped her arms around his waist as he moved over her. “And when we bathe, ye can make certain to get my titsreallyclean.”
He burst into laughter.
Feeling mischievous, and already hoping for a repeat of the pleasure she’d just received, she wriggled her hips under his. “I’ll likely have to hold tightly onto ye. Mayhap wrap my legs around ye.” She shifted under him. “Ye ken, in order to protect me from drowning.”
“Really, lass?” Still chuckling, he rolled to one side, then propped his head up on his hand. “I’m thinking all this talk of bathing might just be an excuse to get me naked and in yer arms again.”
Robena gasped theatrically. “Ye think I would do such a thing?”
“For more pleasure?”
Remembering the way the MacBain warriors had spoken of sex, when they thought her a lad, she kept her tone solemn when she nodded. “Theaaahhhhis my favorite part.”
“Saints protect us,” he groaned, dropping his head down with a dullthunk. “My men have corrupted ye.”
“Thoroughly,” she agreed with a giggle, rolling over atop him. “I learned so much from them, and I think ye can teach me even more.”
In the dim light, she saw him peek out from under his forearm. “Like what?” he asked suspiciously.
She could feel his half-erect member, sticky with his seed. Mischievously, she closed her hand around it. “Have ye ever heard ofThe Supplicant Swan, husband?”
Her only response was a strained sort of grunt, and she smiled.
“It involves a man in this position, and a woman bending over him, her head and neck bobbing as she takes his cock into her mouth—”
He sat up. “How do ye ken such a thing?”
“I spent a lot of time as a lad, remember?” She teased. “I was thinking I’d like to tryThe Supplicant Swan, but after we’ve bathed.”
He was moving before she’d finished her sentence, pulling her out of the tent. Laughing, she called, “Where are we going, husband?”
“To bathe!”
As they rose to their feet, she teased, “And after, I could reaffix my mustache while we practiced—”
