When she ran her tongue down the heated length of him he bucked rather violently and she cried out. “Iain?"
"Nay, dinnae stop. God's teeth, dinnae stop,” he rasped, urging her mouth back to the spot it had abruptly abandoned.
He closed his eyes and reveled in the pleasure she gave him. When she took him into the moist warmth of her mouth he shuddered. Gritting his teeth, he fought to control a passion swiftly racing out of his control. He wanted to enjoy the pleasure of her intimate caress for as long as he could.
Islaen could sense that he was close to reaching his peak. She moved back up his body, straddling his hips. As she kissed him, enjoying the fierce edge of his passion, she slowly joined their bodies. When she sat up, she eased off her shift, excited by the way he watched her, then she tossed it aside. It surprised her a little that she could feel so hungry for him, so abandoned, when he had hardly reciprocated her caresses at all.
Iain felt the moist welcome of her body and shuddered. It was clear that her passions had been fully aroused by making love to him and the knowledge further frayed his tottering control. He watched her remove her simple shift with a seductiveness few practiced women achieved and, gripped her hips tightly, preventing her from moving. Iain was sure that if her body began to stroke his, his control would snap completely, bringing too swift an ending to their loveplay.
With a soft growl, he sat up, his knees coming up slightly to help support her as, placing an arm around her, he arched her back away from him. The way she squirmed against him as he hungrily assaulted her breasts was enough of a movement to bring him to the very edge of release. When his hand moved to her hip and gently urged her to a more rhythmic movement her release came quickly. He pressed his face against her breasts as she clung to him and let her pull him along with her as she tumbled into the brief-lived but exquisite oblivion of passion's apex. It was a long while before, still holding her close, he eased the intimacy of their embrace and laid back down.
"Does this mean that I am forgiven?"
Smiling sleepily as her body curled around his, Islaen drawled, “Weel, mayhaps. I will have to think on it a wee bit longer."
"Let me rest a while e'er ye really forgive, if that wasnae it. I am nay sure I could live through the true forgiving."
She joined in his soft laughter.
