Odin flicked an ear, agreed with a nickering grumble, then turned back to his feed.
Graham noted the emptiness of the stable as he made his way back to the private stall that Lilia had promised was more like a sitting room than a straw-covered pen. Good. Not a soul seemed to be around. There would be no more interruptions. He filled his lungs with a deep breath then pushed open the door.
“Hot damn! Viv left behind an entire box.”
Graham didn’t know what the blazes Lilia meant. In fact, he didn’t know for certain what the devil she had just said. The sight before him effectively shut down his ability to reason.
Her back was to him. She had freed her long blonde hair from its braids and it cascaded down her bare back like a silken river of gold. Her fair skin shimmered a warm welcome in the flickering light of the thick pillar candles she had lit and placed around the room.
He pulled in another deep breath, grazing his knuckles against the roughness of his jeans as he appreciated the rest of her. His palms itched to cup the dimpled mounds of her ass and squeeze her to him. He tilted his head to one side as he eased another step closer. What was the woman wearing?
His erection nearly burst free of the damnable trews as she bent away from him to rummage deeper in an open drawer. She cast a wicked glance back at him and smiled. The gods had surely blessed him beyond words.He stripped off his shirt, never once looking away from the mouthwatering curves of her fine round bottom divided by that teasing bit of black satin and lace. “I’ve never seen a woman wear such . . . ” Had he said the words aloud?
She smiled as she turned, clutching several odd-looking items, purple squares decorated with strange glyphs against the temptation of her bare breasts. “You’ve never seen a thong before?”
“A what?” He ripped open the metal contraption fastening his trews, shoved them to the floor then impatiently kicked them away. Those dusky nipples peeping through her golden curls. That black triangle of silk and lace covering her mound. What had she just said?
She seemed to float across the room. The color deepened on her cheeks as she examined him with a slow up-and-down sweeping gaze. “A thong,” she repeated as she drew close enough to envelop him in her scent, barely brushing the bit of silk at the vee of her thighs against the tip of his aching member. Her grin widened as she leaned in, gyrating harder against him as she propped both hands filled with the strange purple packets on each of his shoulders and barely brushed her hardened nipples against his chest. “And I found Vivienne’s stash of condoms and . . . uhm . . . toys.”
“Toys?” What the hell did they need with toys? Surely the woman knew he would not be acting the bairn? Especially with nothing but a wee scrap of silk and lace betwixt their naked bodies.
She slid her arms around his neck, stretched on tiptoe, and pulled him forward. With a soft laugh, she tickled the tip of her tongue across his Adam’s apple then nibbled kisses up his neck. “We’ll help ourselves to Viv’s lovely little purple packets but her personal toys are not for sharing. I just didn’t want you to think they were mine . . . and available.”
He had no idea what sort of toys she spoke of and didn’t care. “Enough talk.” He slid his hands down her back and filled them with the fine fullness he’d admired every time she had walked away from him. He hiked her up his torso, grunting with satisfaction when she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on with her thighs.
“Ye are a fine woman,” he whispered into her hair as he turned and sat, lowering them both onto the plush cushions of the worn couch. He looped his thumbs in the strips of lace running across her hips then yanked hard, ripping the last barrier between them free and tossing it across the room.
“Those were my favorite pair of panties.”
“Ye need no panties whenever ye are with me.” He moved to pull her closer, but she planted a hand in the center of his chest.
With a gentle push, she smiled wickedly around one of the square packets she held between her teeth as she tossed the rest to the table beside the couch. She ripped the shining square open and drew out a strange-looking circle. “We’ll discuss panties later.” Leaning in, she barely grazed his chest with her nipples and rubbed against his rock-hard length. “Right now, I’m not interested in talking.”
Aye.Neither was he. Sliding his hands under the cheeks of her ass, he raked his fingertips across her slippery wetness and pulled her higher up his chest while hungrily sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. Matching the teasing slide of his fingers across her slit with the gentle nipping and sucking of her delicious breast, he inhaled the sweet hot scent of her as she wriggled atop him.
She hugged him harder into the heaven of her bosoms, softly moaning as she gyrated and arched against him. So close. So ready for a wee bit more.As he nibbled his way to the other breast, he slid a hand down her outer thigh, then ever so slowly trailed his fingers around and up the smoothness of her inner thigh.
Her breathing came faster. Soft, endearing yips escaped her as he slid a finger deep inside her, diving into her burning wetness and cupping her in his hand. He pulled her nipple deep into his mouth as he ground his thumb around and around the knot of pleasure throbbing at her center. He slid another finger in alongside the first, then ground his thumb faster and harder against her pulsing button as the wetness filling his hand begged him to give her more.
She rocked against his hand, gyrating her hips as she arched and raked her fingers across his shoulders. Her slippery heat clutched and shuddered around his fingers as she trembled atop him. “Son of a bitch,” she cried out, clutching his shoulders and grinding hard into his hand.
She finally collapsed atop him, pecking gasping kisses to his throat as he curled her tight against his chest. “You are . . . ” She gasped and shuddered again while nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.
“I am?” Graham encouraged as he cupped her breast and gently rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“Talented,” she said as she slid to the floor and knelt between his legs. “And blessed,” she added as she tickled a finger down the length of his hardened shaft then lovingly palmed his bollocks. She slowly rose higher on her knees, lifted her full breasts to his crotch, and nested his cock firmly between them. Without taking her eyes from his, she slowly slid her silky mounds of flesh up and down either side of his aching shaft.
“I am—” A groan escaped him and he clutched his thighs tight around her as she dipped her chin and ran her tongue around the engorged head of his shaft. “Indeed blessed,” he hissed out as she took him in her mouth, ran her tongue up and down his cock, then squeezed him with a deep humming swallow.
Lore a’mighty. He didn’t wish to spill himself too fast.He lifted her by the shoulders, nearly losing control as the suction broke and popped his cock out of her mouth. “I must have ye . . . now.”
“Wait . . . ” She pressed a hand to his chest, smiling as she held the circular oddity out to him. “We don’t need any surprises.”
“Ye held on to that wee bit of silk whilst I pleasured ye?” Perhaps he had not served her well enough. He would have to improve upon that in the future.
“It’s important.” She smiled as she pushed the circle around the head of his cock and unrolled it down the length of his hardness. Then she palmed his coated erection, rubbing the tip up and down through the hot slipperiness of her slit as she leaned up and raked her tongue across his nipple.
“Dammit to hell—I can take no more.” He brushed her hand aside, rolled her to her back, then shoved in as deep as his cock would go. “I’ve ached to claim ye.” He settled into her beloved heat, groaning in the bliss of the moment as he nuzzled his face into the silkiness of her hair.
