“I’ve ne’er said it either,” Maggie murmured.
“So then we are agreed that we don’t love each other,” Fin teased her.
“But I know ye love me!” Maggie cried.
“And I know ye love me!” he replied, his gray eyes dancing wickedly.
“Then ye must say it,” Maggie told him.
“I will say it if ye will say it,” Fin answered.
“Ye first!” she said.
“Nay, ladies first! I am a man of manners, madam,” he replied.
“We’ll toss for it,” said Maggie.
Fingal Stewart burst out laughing. “Ye would decide which of us admits first to loving the other by the toss of a coin?”
“ ’Tis fair,” she said, “isn’t it?”
Still laughing, he wrapped his arms about her tightly. “Very well, ye impossible border vixen, I love ye. I probably have since I first laid eyes on ye. Yer bonnie and braver than any woman I’ve ever known. And while it took some getting used to, I find I like yer quick wit and yer quicker tongue.”
Maggie snuggled against him. Then she said provocatively, “I love ye too, Fingal Stewart, and I especially love yer tongue when it plays those naughty games with me.”
She felt him grow hard against her as she spoke the taunting words.
He turned her about, his hands reaching up to first unlace her shirt, and then undo the ribbon holding her chemise together. His hands plunged beneath the material to cup her breasts. They were larger now than when he had first known her, but they were still round and firm to his touch.
“Ummmm,” Maggie sighed, pressing her buttocks against him.
He groaned, his hands tightening about her flesh, and she rubbed against him more as he pinched her nipples, teasing them to hard little points as she worked to shrug off her blouse and the top of her chemise. But he was not satisfied to have her naked to just her waist. “All of it,” he whispered hotly in her ear. She quickly obeyed until she was completely naked. “Now,” he said, “on yer knees, wife.”
“Yer already hard,” Maggie said.
“I need your mouth on me,” he told her. “And then I’ll put my mouth on you.”
Kneeling, she opened his breeches, and his cock burst forward. Wrapping her hand about the firm pillar of flesh, she squeezed him, smiling as he drew a sharp breath.
Still holding him, she ran her tongue around the swollen head, sliding the tip just beneath to follow its edge. His breathing grew quicker. Her thumb and her forefinger now grasped the ruby head, and she began to lick his extended length with long slow strokes of her tongue. Finally she took him into her warm mouth, sucking upon him in an easy and leisurely fashion. She could feel his hand upon her head, his fingers digging deeply into her scalp as she roused him to a fever pitch.
“Enough!” he finally growled, and he pulled her up, his mouth seeking hers desperately as he kissed her until Maggie’s lips were swollen and bruised. He was a man who had always been able to prolong his pleasure and that of his partner, but knowing that they would soon be separated made it difficult tonight. He pushed her on her back onto their bed, kneeling between her legs, which hung over the side of the mattress.
“Aye!” she cried to him. “Aye!”
He laughed low. “Beg me for it, border vixen,” he said.
“Please!” Maggie whispered.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want ye to tongue my little jewel until it bursts with delight,” Maggie said. “I want ye to suck on it until the sweetness is unbearable. And then I want ye to take that delicious cock of yers and fuck me until I explode with the kind of pleasure that only ye can give me, Fingal Stewart!”
He laughed softly as he parted her nether lips with his thumbs and gave the flesh a slow lick. “Yer certain that is what ye would have me do, madam?” he taunted her.
“I will kill ye if ye don’t!” she said fiercely.
“Ye will kill me when I do,” he responded, and then he began to obey her instructions in slow and careful detail.
