"Yes, Kirk!Yes!Harder!"
I nip at the tender skin of her collarbone."Let me hear how much ye need this."
Gretchen's nails sink into my shoulders, leaving half-moon marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow.She wraps her legs around my waist with her ankles locked behind me and pulls me deeper with every thrust.The lass is insatiable, and I'm more than happy to oblige her.
"Harder," she shouts with her head thrown back, exposing the elegant column of her throat."Kirk, please, harder!"
I adjust my stance, bracing one hand against the wall beside her head.And I use my other hand to grip the tender flesh of her erse as I pound into her with a force that would shatter lesser women.But not my Gretchen.She takes everything I give her and begs for more.
"Like this?"I growl, pistoning my hips with enough power to make the ancient stones around us seem to tremble."Is this what ye need,mo leannan?"
"Yes!"she screams, her voice breaking."God, yes, Kirk!"
Her body is slick with sweat despite the chilly air, and her skin is flushed pink from the exertion and our ravenous hunger for each other.I can feel her inner walls fluttering around me, squeezing my cock like a silken vise.The sensation nearly drives me off my head.
I shift my angle slightly, making sure to hit the spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back."Come for me one more time, lass.I need to feel ye shatter around me."
The satisfaction of feeling her come apart in my arms is like nothing else in this world.I've jumped from cliffs, raced motorcycles across chasms, and dangled from helicopters.But nothing---absolutely nothing---compares to the raw power of making Gretchen Carver screaming my name as she explodes around me.The lass obliges me beautifully, her entire body tensing before she convulses one final time, wailing my name in a broken, frantic voice that reverberates through the empty castle.Her release triggers my own, and I bury myself to the hilt inside her, spilling my seed hot and hard with a guttural roar that must've scared away any wildlife within a mile radius.
For several long minutes, we stay locked together, panting and trembling.Well,shetrembled, not me.I press my forehead to hers as our breaths mingle, and we both try to come down from the most incredible shag ever.The lass's skin is hot against mine, and her heart pounds so fiercely I can feel it through my chest.I hold her there, unwilling to let go, to break this perfect connection between us.
"Holy cow," she whispers against my lips."I think you just literally fucked my brains out."
I cannae stop the smug grin that spreads across my face."Aye, that was the plan, lass.Though I doubt I literally fucked your brains out."
"Don't mess with the amazing high you just gave me.Let me revel in the endorphins for a while."
"Ahm feeling that high too."And aye, sex with Gretchen is a revelation every time.
Slowly, carefully, I lower her to her feet, keeping my arms around her waist to steady her when her knees wobble.She leans into me with her head resting against my chest, and I touch my lips to her hair, breathing in the scent of her.She's all sweat and sex and something uniquely Gretchen that I'm already addicted to.
"We should probably get dressed," she whispers, glancing around at our discarded clothing strewn across the ancient stones.
"Must we?"I tease, running a hand down her spine, savoring the way she shivers at my touch."I quite like ye this way."
She laughs, a sound that warms me more than whisky ever could."As much as I'd enjoy giving the local ghosts a show, I'm starting to feel the chill.Aren't you?"
"Yes, it is getting cold now."
I reluctantly release her and gather our clothes, handing hers over first.As she dresses, I can't help but watch her---the graceful way she moves, how she tucks her hair behind her ear, the little smile that plays at her lips when she catches me staring.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she quips, pulling her shirt over her head.
"Dinnae need photograph," I reply, tapping my temple."I've got it all memorized up here.Every curve, every freckle."
"That's both flattering and a little stalker-ish," lass tells me, but her smile takes any sting from the words.
Once we're dressed, I take her hand and lead her back toward the bridge.The evening light bathes everything in a golden glow, turning Loch Fairbairn into a mirror of fire.
Gretchen pauses midway across, leaning against the stone railing to take in the view."This place really is magical."
I wrap my arms round her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder."The locals say this wee castle has been here since the 1500s.It belonged to a minor laird who built it for his wife---a gift so she could escape the bustle of the main castle.They say he loved her so fiercely that he couldn't bear to be separated from her, even for a night."
"Is that true?"Gretchen asks, leaning back against me.
"Who knows?Most Highland tales grow taller with every telling."I touch my lips to her temple."But I like to think it's true.That kind of devotion is rare."
The wind picks up, rustling through the trees and sending ripples across the loch's surface.Gretchen shivers in my arms, and I hold her tighter.
