Page 51 of Highlander's Sinless Nymph
Charlotte felt their bodies touch. She had the strange sensation of washing up on some distant shore, a shore far removed from the life that she had left behind at the English army camp.
Charlotte felt the Highlander’s hands slide around her waist as she drew closer to him. She was expecting his hands to feel rough and callused against the soft skin of her belly and hips, but the water made his fingers slide smoothly across her sides. She shivered at the sensation.
“Are ye cold, Sassenach?” Edward murmured. Charlotte felt the rumble of his voice on his chest and realized that she had placed her hands on his broad chest without being consciously aware of it. Her hands looked so small against the muscles there, that she realized she might never truly have appreciated how statuesque and imposing the man was.
“No,” she said. “No, I am not cold.”
She thought that maybe she should be, but her body had other ideas. Her skin felt flushed, her heart beating strong and fast in her chest.
Edward’s fingers slid around her back, up her shoulders and back down to graze the tops of her buttocks. Then, they slipped round to her front, glided across her naval like ice-skaters around a frozen pond.
She sighed softly, closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that her face was touched by the last warmth of the setting sun. The sun glowed red through her closed eyelids and she smiled.
It was an unexpected andextremelypleasant juxtaposition; the way that the rugged Scottish Highlander could move his hands with such gentle tenderness.
They had moved out in a little way into the current, where Charlotte had come spluttering to the surface. She could feel the flow of the combined streams of the rivers tugging at her now, but she had her hands linked around the back of Edward’s head now and he stood as solid and immovable as an oak tree. Her fingers were twined through the mane of his blond hair. She pulled his face down to hers.
She thought he would go in to kiss her––that is what she had expected and prepared herself for––but instead he brushed her cheek with his lips, his bearded cheeks tickling her as he trailed a line of kisses up to her ear.
“Oh!” Charlotte gasped, as Edward’s teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. She was, admittedly, as unaccustomed to this sort of thing as the daughter of an English army captain might be expected, and she had not thought that having one’s ears nibbled could be quite so…
Sensitive… Ticklish… Delightful…
Her head tilted over to the side, quite by its own volition she was sure, and Edward nibbled his way down her neck, alternating between soft little bites and harder kisses. Charlotte moaned and pressed her own lips into the Highlander’s shoulder.
Whilst his lips were busy tracing this meandering, delectable route down her neck to her collarbone, Edward’s hands were not idle. They moved with careful, considerate slowness around her thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing teasingly back up her belly and ribs until his hands cupped her breasts.
Charlotte gave a guttural groan of longing––a sound that she had never heard herself utter in her life––as his fingers and thumbs caressed at her diamond-hard nipples. Her kissing of his shoulder turned into her pressing her lips into his shoulder as she sought to stifle her cries of pleasure.
“There’s naybody to hear ye out here, Sassenach,” Edward rumbled softly. Charlotte could hear the amusement in his voice. “it’s just ye and me and the trees and the grass.”
“And Cogar,” Charlotte blurted out, leaning back so that she could look into the Highlander’s face.
“Aye,” Edward said, smiling at her, “but she’s a lass and kens how to keep a secret.”
Charlotte laughed and Edward moved towards her again, right up against her so that she could feel every curve and angle of his muscular frame. She could feel something else too.
“Oh,” she said softly as Edward pulled her to him. It was the easiest and most natural thing for her to wrap her legs around his wide waist. It felt, to Charlotte, as if the two of them were separate pieces of the same puzzle that had found each other against all odds.
The fact that she hadneverfound herself in a situation like this in her life did not detract from the experience as she feared that it might. On the contrary, it heightened the wonder that she felt at the touch of the Highlander’s lips on her skin, the feel of his hands as they slid down the length of her torso and clasped her by backside.
How odd it is, that we can communicate so adeptly through our eyes alone.
Edward was gazing at her, his mouth slightly open, his eyes asking her one question and one question only. How she knew what that question was, was something that Charlotte could not explain. All she knew was what could––whatshould––happen next. The most pressing need in her world just then was to listen to what her body was telling her that it needed.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Their coming together was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Like nothing that she could have imagined. With exquisite, careful slowness, Edward pressed into her, their two bodies melding together in increments.
Charlotte pressed her heels into Edward’s firm buttocks, instinctively trying to press him closer to her, as close as he could possibly get. Edward groaned deep in his chest, a subterranean rumble of pleasure that reverberated through Charlotte’s own chest.
The water moved and sloshed gently around them as they rocked in rhythm with one another, the surge of the water mirroring the surging, swelling feelings of excitement and pleasure and breathless, lustful longing. Charlotte’s nails raised red lines on the back of Edward’s broad back, as she ran her fingers across his shoulder blades.
Charlotte could feel something building inside of her, a feeling that brought to mind a banked and damned river. Both her and Edward’s breathing became louder and louder, the brisk Highland evening air rasping in their throats as they thrust eagerly against one another.
Charlotte tilted her head back and gazed sightlessly into the deep dusky sky. She noticed, vaguely, that the first stars were out, glimmering high in the dark zenith. The sky that touched the horizon was still an opaque pink, orange and mauve.
She was brought back to the earth by Edward’s blond hair tickling her nose and mouth, as he ducked his head to nuzzle and kiss her chest and neck. The sounds on his throat were becoming more urgent, more animalistic, and Charlotte found that she was echoing him. The crystal-clear water around them was churning so that the lower halves of their bodies were obscured; mere suggestive shades in the water.
