Page 36 of The Highlander's Dare
She nodded as he unlaced her, the fabric loosening until they were both tugging it down her arms, and her chemise, thin as air, was revealed. Graham slipped his hands beneath her gown, palms flat to her soft thighs, skin warm, bunching the fabric until her gown was billowing around her waist. Clara held up her arms overhead, and she lifted the kirtle over her body, taking her chemise with it, leaving her delightfully naked, straddling his body.
“And you?” she asked, sliding her hands over his abdomen.
Graham hissed a breath and swallowed hard. His gaze raked over her, taking in the slope of her shoulders, the way her perfect breasts rose and fell with her breaths, the curve of her hips and the soft flat of her belly… and the dark curls that graced the apex of her long legs. He sat up, hands skimming the softness of her hips as he moved.
“Undress me,” he said.
Clara gripped his belt, undoing it and sliding it from behind him, dropping it to the floor, her eyes on his. She tugged the tunic up over his head and tossed that too, then ran her hands over his naked chest, and he thought his heart would stop beating. The little flutters of her heated touch were enough to undo him forever.
“Your skin is so different than mine.” She touched his chest with one hand and then her own chest with the other.
It was almost more than he could bear, watching her trail those delicate fingers over her skin and feeling her do the same to him. His cock was hard, surging against the fabric of his hose, and he shifted, gripping the roundness of her arse and pulling her slightly forward, so his arousal pressed against the heat of her sex.
Clara’s eyes widened, and she looked down between them. Her fingers fell to his hose, untying them and revealing his cock at full tilt.
“Oh, my,” she murmured. She reached forward, touching the tip, and Graham thought he might die.
He took her hands in his and drew them back to his skin as he tucked her closer, flattened his chest to her breasts and captured her mouth for a kiss. If she touched his cock again, he was going to spend before he’d even had a chance to touch her himself. But having drawn her closer, he’d momentarily forgotten there were no fabrics separating their bodies, and his cock fit so perfectly, wickedly, thrillingly against her wet heat.
Graham growled and rolled them both back over, needing to take control before he forgot all of his plans about easing into her tightness, the pleasure lasting, and instead let primal need take over.
He kissed his way over her breasts, drinking in her moans, his fingers tracing her waist, her hips, her thighs. A flick of his tongue around her belly button had her hips instinctively rise, a silent, unknowing invitation for him to continue southward. Graham massaged one of her thighs, his mouth still at her belly, while his other fingers trailed over her cleft, teasing the wet flesh until she gasped. He eased a finger inside her tight channel, the slick heat quivering around his invasion.
Ballocks…
He had to taste her.
Graham slid off the edge of the bed until his knees hit the floor and pressed her thighs wide, revealing the pink petals of her sex to his view. Stunning…
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Right here,” he murmured, hooking his arms beneath her knees and tugging her forward as he dipped his head to the crux of her thighs.
“Oh…” she moaned, falling back, trusting his every move, which only served to make him harder.
She tasted of honey, spice and bewitching sin. Graham slipped his tongue through her folds until he found the tiny pulsing nub of her pleasure, and then he circled the knot of flesh, again and again, flicking his tongue over the top. As he kissed her, devoured her, he massaged her thighs, spreading them wider. He eased a finger inside her heat, then two, stretching her as he pleasured her with his tongue, wanting to feel the way she tightened around him with her release.
“Is this good?” he murmured.
“Aye,” she moaned, fingers tightening in the coverlet. “I… I…” But she didn’t say anything else, just moaned as he kept up his ministrations.
And then he felt it, that first fluttering around his fingers, teasing him of an impending climax. He quickened his pace, teasing that tiny bud, pressing his fingers in and out of her, mimicking what he was going to do with his cock until her entire body bowed upward, and the tight channel squeezing his fingers pulsed and quivered. Clara cried out, the sound enough to make him moan.
He continued his ministrations, riding out her pleasure on the tip of his tongue, and when her body had barely subsided, he stood, leaning over her and slid them both back up the bed, his cock notched at the entrance of her sex. His fingers anchored on her hips, he thrust inside her still-pulsing heat and stilled.
THE WAVESof pleasure had left her weak and delirious, but the sharp pinch of his massive invasion shocked her from the euphoria. Clara stared up at Graham, thinking it was probably too late to say this had been a mistake.
“Are ye all right, love?” he asked, his voice soothing, gentle, worried.
In that instant, she took in the concern on his face, the love, and she knew it had not been a mistake at all. She also knew to expect the pain, and already it was easing.
“Aye,” she smiled up at him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Will it… be like…” She chewed her lip.
“Like when my tongue was on ye?”
