Chapter Eleven
Ewan
Remember the glen.
I listened to the sounds of Logan making love to his wife, my thoughts turning immediately to Shona as desire filled my blood. I tried not to watch them. Tried not to see the way he plunged inside her, the way her body eagerly accepted him. The way he dropped to his knees to taste her…
All the things I wanted to do to my own wife.
Remember the glen.
My cock raged, blood tunneling my shaft into a thick pike.
Shona, shackled to the wall beside me, looked at me with dewy eyes as she chewed her lip. Whatever sensations had me in their grip, had her, too.
I pressed my head back against the wall, watching her watching me. I imagined Shona’s smooth, silky skin, the feel of her hair as it fell whisper soft over my chest. The heated, damp velvet of her sex. The way her body would clamp around me as I drove deep inside her.
I groaned. “Shona… I want to touch ye,” I whispered. “I want to run my tongue along the length of your neck, feel your breasts in my hands.”
“Aye, touch me. Taste me.” She stared hard at me, desire filling her eyes as she edged closer, her knee bending to touch mine.
A shock jolted me at that simple touch and I groaned.
“I want ye to wrap your fingers around me. Stroke me until I canna see straight.”
“Oh, Ewan. I want to taste you. All of you. Your shoulders. Your chest. Your cock.”
“Aye, taste me love.” I closed my eyes. “I can almost feel it. Your tongue, slick sliding from my sac all the way up to the tip.”
“Take that drop of dew onto my tongue. Mmm…”
“Your lips wrap around me.”
“And I slide the head of your cock into my mouth. You’re so big… So thick… Sohard. My fingers wrap around you. I stroke your sac.”
I could almost feel her hot tongue and fingers on me. The images we conjured were so real, so potent. “I thrust my hands into your hair. So close to ravishing your mouth.”
“Oh, aye… And then I slide you in a little further, my tongue swirling over the tip as I take you deeper and deeper.”
“Och, aye…” My cock was raging now; yearning for every wet slide of her tongue that she taunted me with. I tug at the irons, needing to be free.
“In and out,” she moaned. “Oh you taste so good… My hands are all over you. Sliding over her rigid abdomen, to the soft, tightened sac beneath your hard cock. I cup your ballocks, gently massaging as I take your cock deeper and deeper into my throat. You’re so close. So ready to come…”
“Aye, I’m so ready.” And I could feel it. Well and truly, pulses thrummed through my body, my cock humming, gripping me in the throes of a near climax.
“Harder. Faster. Up and down. Round and round. Aye, aye, aye. Come for me, Ewan. Come in my mouth…”
I let out a low growl as an orgasm ripped into me, hot seed spurting—and not one touch. Only the thought of her. The sound of her voice. The thrill of wanting her tongue on my shaft. The naughty words she gifted me with.
And even though I’d spent, I was ready for more. “Your turn, love. I’m touching ye. Running my hands over your body, stroking your breasts. I seize a nipple in my mouth, toying the tip. Round and round, and then I suckle as my fingers slide over your thighs, reaching up to the heat of ye. I can feel that heat coming toward me, the heat begging for me to dip inside. I slide my fingers over your folds, warmth slickening over my skin. Ye want me. Ye need me.”
Shona moaned, her eyes hot on mine. “Aye. I do. Touch me. I want you inside me.”
“I know ye do. But I want to play with ye first. I want to feel ye come on my fingers. I stroke over the knot of flesh. Your clit. Ye jerk, your entire body trembling with hot need.”
Beside me, I felt the air move as she did just that. I watched her. Eyes closed now, thighs rubbing together, teeth over her lower lip. Breasts heaving, her belly beautifully swollen with the child we’d created while we enjoyed pleasures of the flesh. She was beautiful. Sensual. Everything I ever wanted in a woman.
“My thumb strokes circles over your nubbin, my fingers gliding south through your wet folds until I find that delicious slit that’s begging me to dive deep.”