It started gentle, just a press of lips. But when Ada made a soft sound in the back of her throat, when her hands went to tangle in his wet hair, it deepened into something more urgent.
Magnus lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the shore. They stumbled out of the water,still kissing, still clinging to each other like they were afraid to let go.
"We should—" Ada gasped when Magnus's lips moved to her throat. "We should probably?—"
"What?" His voice was rough against her skin.
"I dinnae ken. Stop shiverin'?" But even as she said it, her hands were working at the laces of his shirt, pulling the wet fabric away from his body.
Magnus set her down on the grass near where they'd left the horses, his hands already reaching for her shift. "I have blankets in me saddlebag. Fer emergencies."
"This feels like an emergency," Ada agreed breathlessly.
He retrieved the blankets quickly, spreading them on the soft grass while Ada struggled out of her soaked shift. By the time he turned back, she was just standing there, her hair loose and dripping, her skin pale in the fading light.
Magnus went very still. "Ada."
"Dinnae stop now," she whispered. "We need…"
She didn't get to finish. Magnus closed the distance between them, claimed her mouth again, and bore her down onto the blankets with a gentleness that belied his obvious need.
She tasted stream water and the faintest tang of bergamot from the soap he favored. Their mouths slid at an angle, heads tilting for better fit, and when his tongue stroked past her lips she opened immediately, drawing him in.
The sound she let out—half sigh, half whimper—was swallowed by the kiss. One of his hands cupped the base of her skull, threading into her hair; the other settled at her waist, thumb sweeping up and down her ribcage through damp shift.
When they parted for air, she whispered his name. He responded with a soft growl, dropping his mouth to the pulse hammering beneath her jaw.
Ada let her head fall back, eyes closing against the bright sky. Heat shimmered under her skin; between her legs an ache bloomed, deep and insistent. As if attuned to every nuance of her body, Magnus dragged his hand lower.
His fingertips skated across the flat of her belly and sank to the soft curls there, stroking gently through wet folds, exploring until he found the slick pool that had nothing to do with the loch.
Ada bit her lip, hips lifting.“Magnus.”She breathed it, voice thin with urgency.
He lifted his head. His eyes were darker than the deepest part of the stream, pupils blown wide.“Ada,”he returned, the word hoarse, reverent.
He ducked, enclosing her pert nipple with a heated mouth, tongue swirling slow circles before he drew on her harder. Ada’s spine curved involuntarily; she felt the answering tug in her folds, the flutter of muscles clamping emptily.
He transferred attention to her other breast, working until both mounds were pushed up pink and swollen.
Magnus released her nipple with a soft pop, kissed a line between her breasts, over her trembling stomach, until his shoulders wedged beneath her thighs.
Sunlight painted gold across the fine down that clung to her mound; her folds glistened slick, open, inviting.
His hands settled over her knees, pushing them apart wider. Then his mouth was on her, tongue tracing her delicate inner lips, tasting her arousal.
He started tender, but need soon overrode restraint: long, dragging licks followed by quick flutters against her swollen folds, his lips sealing around the bud to suck.
Ada’s breathing fractured. She clutched the blanket, its wool rasping her backside while his shadow fell over her belly. He slid one thick finger inside, curling to find the soft spot behindher pubic bone, then two, twisting scissors-like, stretching her entrance as he pumped slowly.
“Och—Magnus.” She gasped, hips grinding. “Dinnae stop.”
His hum vibrated through her core, wet heat pooled onto his tongue. When her thighs quivered threatening to close, he shoved them higher, opening her more fully, eating her with greedy licks and gentle nips that blended pain into the swell of pleasure.
Pressure spiraled, bright and fierce, in her lower belly, but he drew back before the crest could shatter her. Arousal drenched his chin; his chest rose and fell in rapid strokes.
He knelt up, shoving his trunks down muscular legs until his manhood sprang free.
Ada’s mouth went dry looking at him, veins snaking along an impressive length, crown broad and flushed. She leaned forward, hand closing around him, thumb slipping over his slit slick with pre-cum.
