Page 76 of Highland Games
He nuzzled her face, coaxing it up, his hot breath on her forehead, her nose, her cheek. His lips finally found hers, binding her to him as he plundered her mouth with searching sweeps of his tongue, his other hand rolling her pebbled nipples. Licks of fire shot out across her skin. She was rushing towards a climax, her body fizzing and expanding, like a shaken bottle of champagne.
He let go of her breast and pulled her dress to her waist, hooking his thumb under the side of her pants and dragging them down her thighs. He drew away and rested his forehead on hers.
‘You taste so sweet. God, I love you.’
Before she could reply, he dropped to his knees, tore her pants off, and spread her legs. She held onto him to keep herself upright as he licked his way up her inner thighs and flicked his tongue once over her clitoris. She jerked as the pleasure ricocheted through her body. He did it again and she cried out. There was no way she could remain standing. As if he could sense her onrushing climax, he brought his arms up underneath her thighs, holding her, as he clamped his mouth to her and began a relentless assault with his tongue.
She fell back against the door, letting her weight rest between the hard wood behind her and his strong arms beneath her. She pulled at his hair as the waves came faster and faster, closer and closer together. She could hear her voice crying out his name, see lights colliding and splitting behind her eyes. He hummed into her and the vibrations tipped her over the edge. She ground herself into him, as the orgasm obliterated her, slamming her body with wave upon wave of overwhelming pleasure, rolling on and on, battering her until she fell forward, delirious. He let her fall over him, then stood, carrying her over his shoulder to the bed and gently laying her down.
She stared up at him in wonder. He was a completely different species from any other man on the planet, like a pirate king who’d sailed in from faraway lands. He pulled her dress from where it had bunched up around her waist, up and off, then lay beside her, tracing and kissing her freckles.
‘How come I’m naked and you’re fully clothed? Again,’ she asked groggily.
He raised his head. ‘Well, on balance, most of the time I take my clothes off in front of you, you laugh,’ he said with a grin. ’So, it’s safer for my ego to remain dressed.’ He went back to kissing her, roaming his hands over her with long, languorous strokes. ‘Anyway,’ he continued. ‘Your body is beautiful, a miracle of nature. Mine’s just a bloke’s.’
Zoe sat up, pushed him onto his back and loosened his tie. ‘I disagree. I think you’re incredible. In every way. I’ve never met anyone like you before. I—’ she broke off blushing.
‘You what?’ he asked, tilting her chin up.
She ignored his question and continued with his clothes, undoing his shirt and pulling it off him. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but the words seemed too inadequate, too small to express the enormity of her feelings.
‘You can say whatever you like to me, Zoe, you can tell me anything.’
She shook her head and undid the buckles of his kilt, opening the fabric and tugging it away. ‘So, it’s true that real Scotsmen are naked under their kilts?’ she said, taking his hard length and stroking up and down.
He hissed a long, slow breath out. ‘Do you think you can distract me like that?’ he asked, squeezing his eyes shut.
‘Yes. Is it working?’
Before he could answer, she leaned forward and sank her mouth down onto his cock, sucking him in deeply. He reacted as if he’d been shot, crying out and pulling away. ‘Jesus Christ. Holy shit, Zoe, I was not expecting that.’ He knelt on the bed, his hands fisting into his muscled thighs.
She crawled towards him. ‘Would you like me to do it again?’
He looked desperately at her. ‘Yes. No. Er. Not now. You’re not going to distract me,’ he said, sounding utterly flustered.
She licked her lips. ‘I think I’m going to easily distract you.’ She grinned and moved forwards.
In a flash she was on her back and he was on top of her. ‘Really now?’ he said, arching an eyebrow. ‘I think we know how threats like that end.’
She giggled helplessly as he locked her arms by her sides, kissing and nipping down her neck until he reached her breasts. He licked from one nipple to the other, sucking on them and tugging them into his mouth. He pushed her legs apart and settled between her thighs, grinding his hips into her with slow, insistent circles.
Her giggles turned into gasps as she writhed beneath him, throbbing heat pooling between her legs, desire uncoiling itself again within her. He lifted his head. ‘So, what did you want to tell me?’ he asked, huskily. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and she moaned.
‘I might be persuaded to talk if you were inside me,’ she murmured.
‘That can be arranged,’ he replied, reaching for the box of condoms by the side of the bed. He knelt between her legs, ripped open a packet and rolled one down over his cock. She opened her legs wider, tilting her hips up to him. He propped himself on his elbows, his chest hovering just above her. He kissed her lightly.
‘As you were saying?’ he whispered.
‘You’re not inside me.’ She frowned with frustration, and reached between their bodies.
Quick as a flash he moved, fixing her arms to the mattress. He rolled back on top, and the tip of his cock nudged at her opening. She bucked up to meet him and he moved away.
‘Are you trying to drive me crazy?’ she hissed at him.
He kissed her till she whimpered and nudged inside a little deeper. ‘I’m just returning the favour,’ he groaned.
She could hear his breathing changing, as he strained against the desire to bury himself inside her. He kept pushing in an inch, then retreating, as her muscles tightened around him. He brought his fingers down to her clitoris, rubbing her juices over the swollen nub, kissing her deeply. Sparks were shivering down her legs to the soles of her feet and up her chest to her throat. She was drowning in the middle of an ink-black ocean at night, fighting for air as shooting stars filled the sky, raining light down onto her.
