Page 57 of Highland Games
Her legs fell back to the mattress, fingers fisting into the duvet beneath her. He brought his tongue to her opening and licked slowly up to her sensitive bud. She jerked beneath him, her breathing ragged, her legs twitching.
‘God, Rory, I can’t,’ she protested feebly, her hands fluttering off the duvet then dropping back down again with a resigned thump.
He licked deliberately again, inching two fingers slowly into her. She clenched around him, spreading her legs wider, needing more. He increased the speed of his tongue, thrusting his fingers in and out. She arched back, stiffening, her arms and legs rigid as another orgasm tore through her.
She pulled at his hair, urging him upwards. He moved up beside her, stroking down her body. She stared drowsily at him, her heart overflowing, seeing her own feelings reflected back at her.
‘What just happened?’ she asked.
‘You happened. You’re incredible.’
Zoe blushed. ‘And why do you still have your clothes on?’ she asked, frowning.
He grinned and smoothed her hair off her forehead, damp with a thin sheen of sweat. ‘I told you I wanted to make it good for you,’ he whispered.
‘Good? You’ve ruined me for bloody life. How could anyone else ever compare to that?’
Rory swallowed and blinked. ‘I’d do anything for you. Anything.’ There was a desperate edge to his voice, as if they were loving each other at the edge of oblivion. She stroked down his jaw, soothing him.
‘Well, you can start by taking off your clothes and finishing what you’ve started,’ she replied with a smile.
Rory knelt above her and unbuttoned his shirt. Zoe’s mouth ran dry. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever known. She remembered the first time she saw him in the castle courtyard, the sight of his muscles moving as he buried the axe in the wood. And now it wouldn’t just be his shirt that was off, it would be everything. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him. He undid the last button and she gasped, her stomach fluttering. She clamped her hands over her mouth.
He stilled. ‘Please tell me you aren’t about to laugh? My ego was feeling quite good until about ten seconds ago.’
Zoe leapt up, sounds hiccupping in her throat. ‘I’m so sorry. It’s just you’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe this is happening. And I’m nervous you won’t enjoy it, and I haven’t done this for such a long time, and, and—’ She broke off, beginning to hyperventilate.
He took her in his arms, holding her into the warmth of his body. ‘Shhh. Breathe. It’s all okay. In through the nose and out through the mouth.’
Soothed by his voice and his touch, Zoe followed his directions, and her laughter slowly sputtered to a halt. She sagged and he shifted against her. She stared at him in surprise. ‘You’re still, erm…’ she trailed off, looking downwards.
‘Hard?’ replied Rory. ‘You’re in my arms and you’re naked. Of course I’m hard. You make me hard when you’re fully clothed and five miles away.’
Zoe blushed. ‘Maybe if I help take off your clothes, that might help my nerves?’ she suggested shyly.
He nuzzled her cheek. ‘I’m up for that.’
She turned her head to find his lips, their warm softness melting her to the bones. She kissed him with her soul, trying to tell him what she was too unsure to say with words. As she slipped the tip of her tongue into his mouth, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, down and off to the bed behind him.
She ran her fingers up the expanse of his back; ripples of muscles defined by a life of work outdoors. She pressed her lips tightly against his, running a hand into his hair, pressing her breasts into the hot skin of his chest. Her heart thudded as he held her to him.
Her whole body was pulsating, pushing at the inside of her skin. She reached between them, pulling at his trousers. A tremor ran through him, but he didn’t try to stop her. She undid the buttons, tugging them and his boxers away from his jutting arousal and down. She touched his cock, the skin as soft as silk, encasing a rod as hard as steel. He was huge. Her heart pounded as she stroked up the length, encircling him, rubbing the wetness at the tip over the swollen head. She didn’t know how she would fit him in but she would sure as hell try.
She broke the kiss. ‘Do you have a condom?’
Rory stared at her blankly, breathing heavily, his pupils big and dark. ‘I didn’t want to presume,’ he replied. ‘Do you?’
Zoe shook her head, then scooted out of his arms and off the bed. ‘Luckily my friend Sam did the presuming for both of us.’ She grabbed the package she’d picked up from the post office and brought it back to the bed. ‘She sent us a present,’ Zoe told him, opening it up.
She pulled out a box. ‘You have got to be fucking kidding me.’ She showed it to Rory, who laughed.
Sam had wrapped the box of condoms in white paper. On the outside, in thick black pen, she had written ‘How desperate are you?’ and encased the box in an entire roll of Sellotape. Zoe picked at it with her nails, wailing as she failed to find a way in. Rory took his Leatherman out of his trouser pocket. He flipped open the blade and deftly cut through the tape, passing it back to Zoe to open as he ripped his trousers and boxers off.
She excavated the box from its Sellotape tomb. They were XL sized. ‘She obviously knows you well,’ she said with a smirk.
Rory’s cheeks burned. He took the box from her, pulled out a condom and ripped the packet open. He looked at Zoe and she nodded, watching him as he unfurled it down over his length. The sky was darkening outside and the light was getting lower, making his muscles more defined. She wanted his body on hers, to feel him inside her. She scooted back on the bed, reaching out to draw him to her. He exhaled a long tense breath.
‘You’re so beautiful, Zoe.’
