Page 28 of The Beast of the Highlands
“Nay undergarments, eh?” He licked his lips as he gazed downward, seeing the shadow of downy hair, and feeling his member throb as he thought of the pleasures beneath.
She smiled shyly. “No doubt you think me a harlot who came here with the intention of having my wicked way with you.”
“Never.” He grinned and lifted her shift away from her, until she sat naked in his lap. Truly, he hated his tartan for being in the way.
Taking her nipple in his mouth once more and sucking until she clawed at his back, he slid a hand over the smooth skin of her stomach. He did not stop until he settled on her swollen bud, circling it with his thumb as his forefingers sought silkier territory.
As his fingertips pressed against her entrance, he tilted his head back up to kiss her, wanting to inhale her gasp of pleasure as he pushed them inside her. He was not disappointed. Sliding his fingers into her silken heat, she cried out against his lips, her own fingers tugging at his hair while she writhed in his lap.
“Flynn…” she panted. “Oh…”
He paused, trying to read her strained expression. “I dinnae hurt ye, did I?”
“Nay.” She shook her head. “It is… wondrous and… strange… and… I have forgotten my… entire vernacular.”
Encouraged, he drew his fingers out slowly, before sliding them back into her warm well. All the while, he ensured his thumb continued to rub across her most sensitive spot, for that was the root of greatest pleasure in a woman.
As her myriad moans and whimpers stirred his ardor, he curved his fingers within her, applying pressure to a secret place that very few knew about. In response, she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as though the feeling was too much.
“Do ye like that?” he purred.
She nodded limply. “Yes… my goodness, yes.”
In a feat of precision, he continued to push his fingers in and out, while his thumb kept a pace all its own. For he knew the former should be slow to elicit the greatest pleasure, and the latter should be quicker, to increase the friction that would bring her to a glorious conclusion. At least, that was his hope.
After several minutes of dedicated attention, lavishing some upon her pert and inviting nipples too, he finally heard the sound he had been longing for.
“Flynn… Oh, Flynn… It is… I am…”Her stifled cry of pleasure finished the sentence, as he felt her inner walls clench around his fingers.
I have to contain meself… though it’ll be hard.
Already, he was thinking of himself within her, feeling those muscles tighten.
After a few moments, her body relaxed. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes gleaming, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But she recovered quickly, reaching for the brooch that pinned his tartan to his shoulder. Setting it down with care, for it was precious to him, she yanked his shift over his head and made quick work of his belted tartan.
It did not take long before they were naked, and he could feel the wondrous heat of her sex in his lap, so close to the hardened length of his member.
“It looks rather intimidating, though I have never thought so before,” she admitted, taking it in hand.
Though Flynn preferred to be the one to give Autumn pleasure, he had enjoyed his fair share during their previous encounters. She had even used her mouth upon him a few times, no doubt inspired by his actions, which was an experience he would never forget.
He groaned as her grip tightened, her hand moving up and down. “Daenae do that, lass, else ye’ll tip me over the edge before I can feel meself inside ye.”
“Is that what you desire?” she said throatily, running the tip of his member along the slick line between her petals.
He nodded. “Aye, lass. I want to feel me wife. I want to join with ye.”
His breath hitched as the head of his member found the dip of her entrance. One push, and he would have what he longed for… but he was not in the habit of being selfish. He needed to be slow and considerate, so it would cause her as little pain as possible.
“I’ll stop whenever ye want me to,” he growled, pressing his mouth to hers.
Taking himself in hand, he lifted his hips ever so slightly, feeling the give of parted flesh as he entered her. A strangled cry bubbled up from Autumn’s throat before she kissed him harder, as though urging him on.
“Keep going,” she whispered, though the words melded into a moan as he slid further in. Until, at last, he was inside her to the hilt and filling her completely.
His breaths became ragged, his body tingling all over. A moment of stillness was all he needed to gather himself so he could continue. He had waited long enough for this, and he was not going to waste it by being too eager.
“Are ye all right?” he asked.
