Page 56 of Highland Games
Zoe smiled against his lips. ‘So how do you intend to stop me, Rory?’ She ran the tip of her tongue between the seam of his lips, and rubbed her breasts into his chest.
He lifted and plopped her backwards on the bed. She shrieked with laughter as he covered her, pinning both of her legs with one of his, locking her arms by her sides. He kissed up her neck, darting his tongue out to taste her skin, sending her from squirming to soft. He nuzzled below her ear and tugged the lobe, vibrating his tongue over the soft edge. She moaned, and he hummed with satisfaction.
‘This is how I’m going to stop you,’ he purred.
‘Well, if you insist.’
Rory chuckled. ‘Oh, I do.’
He cradled her face, bringing his forehead to rest on hers. She could feel his restraint, the repressed power, and she thrilled inside. He held her reverently, kissing her, running his nose into her hairline, breathing her in. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the sensations.
He kissed her freckles, running his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he gently brought his lips down to meet hers. He ran the tip of his tongue along her top lip, then gently sucked on the lower one. Zoe whimpered at his tenderness, the way he held her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring it, tasting her, wringing out sweetness till she was dizzy.
He slowly ran a single finger down her side, skimming the curve of her breast, until he reached her bottom, squeezing it. He shifted, pulling her towards his thigh, and she wrapped her legs around it, pressing herself against the solid expanse of muscle.
She grabbed his hair, dragging him closer. His mouth was so hot. She wanted every part of him inside her. She fumbled to undo the buttons of his trousers, feeling his hard arousal. He took her hand away, up to his neck and ran his fingers down the side of her body again; long, tantalising strokes around the swell of her breast.
She whimpered, twisting towards him. He was maddeningly slow; teasing the edges of her breast, until finally he brushed across her nipple and she jerked, ripping her mouth from his and panting into his neck.
‘Oh god, Rory.’
He responded to the sound of his name by locking their lips together, devouring her as he rubbed her hard nipple through the fabric. She cried out against him, alternately trying to get away and get closer, her body flooding with pleasure. He reached behind and unfastened her bra, then knelt on the bed, tearing it off and tossing it to the side. His eyes raked hungrily over her.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he said huskily.
He trailed his fingers along her collarbone, then down her front, each hand mirroring the other, circling into the centre of her breasts, lightly pinching the nipples, then rubbing his calluses over the sensitive tips; sending intense and agonising pleasure spiralling out through her body.
She was lost to him, floating in a sea of sensory overload. Every part of her was fluid, ebbing and overflowing with sensation. He kept his hands on her breasts and dropped his head to her belly, licking her skin as her abdomen trembled under him, her breathing fitful. She felt his soft, golden curls, the hot wet heat of his tongue, the cooling air that followed it, and the sharp darts of pleasure shooting to her centre.
She grabbed handfuls of his hair, clinging to him, trying to anchor herself, to find a still point in the storm. He growled, sending vibrations through her abdomen. He licked his way to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, rasping the roughness of his tongue over the tip.
Sensation was scorching through her, the insistent throbbing in her groin growing into a desperate, pounding need. She was so hot, so swollen. She bucked against his thigh, clenching it between hers, desperate for release. He pulled his leg away, unfastened her jeans, and pushed inside her underwear. He groaned as he stroked the wetness up and down the length of her opening.
Slowly and deliberately he ran his fingers to her clitoris, and she jerked, crying out. He rubbed her wetness over her nub, licking and sucking each breast in turn, as she shook beneath him.
He dipped back into her core, pushing two fingers inside her, growling as she tensed around him. Any illusion she had of control dissipated. He circled her clitoris with his thumb, inexorably increasing the speed and the pressure. She cried his name, giving her body over to pleasure, over to him.
He held behind her head and anchored his mouth to hers, swallowing the sounds of his name. Her climax began to ignite, building within her, a light getting brighter and brighter until it exploded in wave after wave of pleasure. She stiffened, her jaw locking, as the orgasm ripped through her. He kept the rhythm going with his hand, eking out every last ounce of feeling until she jerked and collapsed back onto the bed.
Her breathing was heavy, her limbs like lead. She stared at the cabin roof, the wool insulation like fluffy clouds above her. He tugged off her jeans and pants, then lay by her side, tracing her freckles.
‘You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,’ he murmured.
Zoe flushed, seeing the intensity in his eyes, her nakedness in contrast to his clothed body. ‘I haven’t had any of you yet,’ she replied softly. She reached down to unbutton his trousers and he stopped her, shifting till he was crouched above her, clasping her arms by her sides on the mattress. His hold around her wrists was soft, but when she tried to move, it became steel.
‘Rory?’
‘I can wait. I haven’t finished with you yet.’
He touched his lips to the freckles at the base of her throat. Zoe felt his soft kisses, the caress of his tongue, the tickling of his hair as it brushed against her skin. He was frustratingly slow; teasing her, kissing down to her breasts and around them, but never quite reaching the centre. Her desire uncoiled itself within her again, searching for more. She moved, trying to angle herself into his mouth, a sound of frustration whimpering out, as she fought to free her arms. ‘Rory, please.’
He kept her anchored to the bed and licked across the tip of one nipple. She jerked, a flash of sensation shooting down through her. He licked the other one and she cried out. Her legs were restless, her feet pointing and flexing, trying to relieve the tingles that fizzed through them. The soles of her feet were itchy, desperate to be scratched, needing a physical release of any kind. He spread one of his powerful legs across hers, keeping her still on the mattress as he took a nipple, greedily sucking on it, rubbing his tongue over it, as she panted and arched up against him.
He moved to the other breast, moving his stubble lightly across the end, taking it in his mouth as she sobbed with her need for release. Her desire was trapped within her, contained by his weight, agonising flashes of intensity rushing through her.
He released her wrists and she buried her hands in his hair, scratching her nails over his scalp and pulling at the roots. He kissed down to her belly button, swirling his tongue inside, then spread her legs.
Freed, she opened to him, panting, delirious with desire. He spread her soft lips and buried his tongue in her, humming his enjoyment. Another orgasm was building, a deep fire he was stoking with the hot and hard movement of his tongue. He held tightly behind her thighs, licking up her length, lapping at her clitoris, feasting on her. Her breath quickened and she tensed her inner muscles, chasing her pleasure. Her legs shuddered and he sped up the movement of his tongue, driving her over the edge. She screamed his name and clamped his head between her thighs, arching her back up, her body wracked with sensation. He held on, sweeping and sucking, as she convulsed, calling out his name, again and again.
