Kenneth turned,and Sophie heard his sharp intake of breath. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight of her in his shirt, her hair falling in wet waves around her shoulders. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
"We should..."Kenneth started, his voice hoarse. "The fire. We should build a fire."
But neither of them moved.Sophie found herself drawn to him, step by hesitant step, until she stood close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. A drop of water fell from his hair, trailing down his chest. Without thinking, she reached out to catch it with her finger.
Kenneth's handcaught her wrist, his grip gentle but firm. "Sophie," he growled, "ye daenae ken what ye're doin' to me."
"Then show me,"she whispered, surprising herself with her boldness.
For a moment,Kenneth remained perfectly still. Then, with a sound like a growl, he pulled her against him, claiming her lips in a searing kiss.
Sophie melted into him,her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as his mouth moved hungrily against hers. This was different from their previous kisses - deeper, more desperate. Kenneth's hands spanned her waist, lifting her slightly to better align their bodies.
When they finally broke apart forair, Sophie found herself trembling, not from cold but from desire. Yet nervousness fluttered in her stomach.
Kenneth must have sensedher uncertainty. His expression softened as he cupped her face in his large hands. "Trust me?" he asked quietly.
Sophie nodded,her heart racing. "I do."
"Then let me show ye,"he murmured, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. "Let me teach ye this, as I taught ye the bow."
His words sentshivers down her spine. As Kenneth's lips fluttered against her flushed skin, Sophie arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips. His strong hands caressed her curves, igniting a desperate need deep within her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. Heat bloomed wherever he touched, her body yearning for more.
Sophie's breathhitched as Ken's rough hands cupped her hips, pulling her closer. The heat from his body seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the intensity in his gaze, a raw hunger that mirrored the throbbing between her legs.
"Bend,"he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly, laced with a hint of urgency.
Sophie obeyed without hesitation,her knees bending slightly as she leaned forward, her palms flat against the wall. The wood was cool beneath her fingers, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in her core. She felt the hem of her shirt being lifted, the soft material sliding up her thighs with ease. Ken's fingers followed, brushing against the delicate skin of her inner thighs, making her gasp.
"Spread yer legs,"he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
She complied,parting her legs just enough to give him access. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. She could feel the dampness forming between her folds, the slick evidence of her arousal. Ken's fingers dipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin above her knee before moving higher, his touch light and teasing.
Finally,his fingertips made contact with her already swollen clit. Sophie groaned, her head falling back as she arched into his hand, seeking more pressure. Ken obliged, his thumb circling her nub with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"Ye're so wet for me,"he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sophie bit her lip,trying to stifle her moans, but it was no use. Ken's touch was relentless, his fingers now working in tandem, one teasing her clit while the other delved deeper, exploring her moist heat. She could feel herself nearing the edge, the tension building rapidly within her.
"Ken,"she whimpered, her voice breaking as she struggled to form words. "Please… I need more."
He didn't reply,but his actions spoke louder than any words could. He slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her just enough to send another jolt of pleasure through her body. The friction was perfect, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust timed to coincide with the rhythmic circles on her clit. Sophie's toes curled, her nails digging into wood of the wall as she fought to keep herself upright.
"Look at me,"Ken demanded suddenly, his voice sharper now. "I want to see yer face."
Sophie turned her head,meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, nearly black with passion, his pupils dilated as he watched her intently. She could see the raw need in his expression, the same desperate hunger that burned within her.
Withdrawing his fingers,Ken didn't waste any time. He moved his hand to the back of her neck, gently guiding her head downward until her mouth hovered just above his straining member. Sophie looked up at him one last time, questioning, but he simply nodded, releasing her neck and allowing her to take control.
Her lips parted,and she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the hard length pulsing in her grasp. Slowly, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip. The flavor was salty, igniting another wave of desire within her.
Ken let out a low groan,his hips twitching as she took the first inch into her mouth. Sophie hummed with satisfaction, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock as she drew him deeper. Her hand continued to pump in rhythm with her mouth, and soon, she had taken him all the way to the hilt, his tip brushing the back of her throat.
"Aye, Sophie,"Ken grunted, his hands fisting in her hair as he held her steady. "Ye're such a tease."
She pulled back,taking him halfway out before plunging down again, her pace increasing with each pass. Ken's hips began to move in sync with hers, thrusting shallowly into her mouth as she sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing with effort. The sensation was maddening, her own arousal mounting with every passing second.
"Enough,"he growled suddenly, withdrawing from her mouth with a sharp tug on her hair. Sophie looked up at him, confused, but his expression left no room for argument. "Turn around."
