Page 64 of Highland Games
He unzipped her jeans and knelt on the floor, yanking them and her pants down her legs and off. He held her bottom, pulling her onto his tongue, pushing it between her folds, groaning as he dived into her wet heat. She bent forwards, holding onto his head for support.
‘God, Rory, I, I can’t—’
He spread her legs, scooped his arms under her thighs, and lifted her off the ground, his mouth still anchored over her swollen mound, his tongue inside her. He carried her to the table and lay her on it, her bottom by the edge. He reached one foot back behind him, catching the chair leg and dragging it towards him. He sat, his hands locked under her thighs, and licked up the length of her, drinking in her sweetness. His thirst for her was unquenchable. He’d found his heaven between her thighs and never wanted to leave. He lapped at her clitoris, holding her still as she shook under him.
‘Rory, Rory, Rory,’ she gasped.
The sound of his name sent blazing heat through him. He increased the pressure of his tongue and her cries became louder, repeating his name over and over again. He licked faster and faster, rushing her upwards, holding her as she shuddered beneath him, pulling at his hair.
Her body suddenly stiffened, her thighs clamping around his head as she screamed his name. He felt a rush of pleasure, a rush of power.
She quivered beneath him, her nails raking over his scalp. She propped herself up to look at him, her eyes dazed. ‘That was the best pudding I’ve ever had,’ she murmured. ‘Now go and get the condoms.’
He got up and brought the box back to her. She was sitting on the table, her legs dangling over the edge, her wild curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She took the box from him.
‘Now take your clothes off and sit down,’ she instructed.
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he replied with a grin.
In a few seconds he was sitting, and Zoe unfurled the condom down over his length. She stood with her legs either side of him and took his mouth in a deep kiss. He ran his hands up her back and into her hair, their tongues tangling, as she positioned herself at the head of his cock, and slowly began inching herself onto him.
He tore his head from hers, his jaw tensed, his eyes shut, and gripped the edges of the chair.
‘Jesus, Zoe, you’re so fucking tight,’ he hissed.
She brought her mouth to his ear. ‘And you’re so fucking huge,’ she whispered, gyrating herself deeper onto him.
He let out a tortured laugh, and cupped her breasts, pulling their weight together as he flicked his tongue back and forth over the tips of her nipples. She tensed around him, threw her head back and moaned. He hungrily sucked as she sank her weight down, taking the whole of him in. He was red hot. Blinding flashes pulsing through his body and into hers.
She tensed her inner muscles and lifted her hips, dragging them against him as she withdrew, then dropped her weight back into his lap, burying him in her. He was teetering at the edge of oblivion, his breathing ragged as he tugged on her nipple. Every movement she made was a torturous lesson in control, attempting to hold back the rushing tide, trying to give her more until the dam burst. And each time she clenched around him, another fuse was lit.
He rubbed her wetness over her clitoris, his mouth anchored to her nipple, his other hand gripping her bottom tightly. He was on the edge, his balls drawn up, his cock rigid. Every movement she made, every sound of her pleasure brought him closer to climax. She was his ecstasy, his divine bliss. He worshipped at the temple of her body, learning how to touch her, how to kiss her, responding to the subtle shifts as her orgasm built within her.
She moved faster, calling his name like an invocation. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He let go of her breast, resting his forehead on her chest, his teeth gritted.
‘Zoe, slow down, you have to—’
But she was gone, pounding harder onto his cock, pushing her pelvis forward, crying his name. He felt his body rushing upward, the earth disappearing beneath them. The two of them were in a rocket of sensation, flying higher and higher.
Her muscles spasmed around him and he lost control. Thrusting hard up into her, a deep and guttural sound forced itself out of his throat as the climax shattered through him. He could hear the blood roaring in his ears, feel his seed emptying into her, searing pleasure consuming him. Every part of him was light, every part of him was her.
22
Zoe woke the next morning in the middle of her huge bed, engulfed in the duvet, happiness bubbling inside her. She pushed up her eye mask and looked around. To her right the sturdy logs of the cabin wall, above her the underside of the roof, with its own duvet of sheep’s wool, and to her left the rest of the cabin and the Rayburn she alternately loved and hated.
She pulled out her earplugs and listened to the sounds of the birds outside. No traffic noise, no distant aeroplanes, no sirens, no shouting, no barking, no screaming. Just the sounds and stillness of nature. This was what she had come here for. She had come for this moment. This perfect moment of peace and contentment. Warm and well fed, on the side of a Scottish hillside, in the cabin she had held in her heart for so long.
And yet her new life was so much more. Fiona, Morag, Jamie, a rat named Basil, her new job as a social media guru and marketer extraordinaire for the castle – and Rory. He had made love to her with a desperate intensity late into the night and she had fallen asleep in his arms, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked her hair. She was drunk with remembered pleasure, luxuriating in the feelings of contentment humming through every cell. He was now part of her very make up. He had twisted himself around the double helix of her DNA, creating a triple one. She could no more remove him than breathe underwater or walk on the moon.
She sat up in bed, stretched, and swivelled her legs around to begin the slow process of getting up. As she pottered about, she saw the Rayburn was already filled with wood, the washing up from last night was done. The floor had been swept and everything was tidy. He was definitely a keeper. She made herself some porridge and prepared to go to the library. The website was nearly finished and she couldn’t wait to make it live. There was also a phone signal there and she wanted to see if Rory had messaged her.
At the libraryshe emptied her bag and switched her phone on. It pinged happily at her with a message.
Man-bear, yeti, mutant-redneck-hobbit, hobo: Good morning, princess, hope you slept well? I’m picking up some fittings for the kitchen this morning, then I’ll head to the cabin. See you later. Rory X
Her tummy fluttered and her skin prickled with excitement. She didn’t know how life could get any better than this.
Zoe: Slept like the dead. I think you broke me. See you later xxx
