Reyna looked around as Blake guided his horse into a familiar meadow. Though she’d never approached it along the path they now rode, she knew she would recognize it from any angle. In fact, she was fairly certain she could recognize it by the scent of the flowers and the sound of the horse’s hooves alone.
She looked up at her husband, riding behind her with his arm looped contentedly around her waist. “Why are we here?”
Instead of answering, Blake dismounted from the saddle and helped her down. He set the horse to grazing on a lead, then turned to her.
“The last time we were here taegether... our lives changed. And fer many years, ‘twas nae fer the better.” His hand moved to cup her cheek gently. “This is the place where I came tae ken ye, and tae love ye. I dinnae want the last memory I have o’ this place tae be the grief o’ me faither’s death and me cousin’s betrayal.”
He bent close, pulling her body against his, so she could feel his swelling manhood. “This is a new beginning fer both o’ us, and Iwant it tae start with a new memory here, tae replace the sadness we both felt the last time we were here.”
She looked around, remembering the year of lonely days and grief, as well as the day she’d come intending to throw away his flower necklace in despair.
She smiled and leaned into him, pressing her knee gently against him as one hand trailed down his chest. “I like that idea well, me husband.”
It was hard to say who kissed who, and she didn’t care, as his mouth claimed hers and his tongue tangled with her own in a dance of seduction and delight. His hands roved over her dress, and she wasn’t at all surprised when his fingers began to loosen the laces.
When he bent and lay her down amid the summer blooms and sweet-smelling heather, she was more than ready to meet him.
Blake drew the wedding dress over her head, sliding it sensuously over her skin, along with her underdress. His hands left trails of warmth, and Reyna giggled as the soft fabric was replaced by the sensations of heather and wildflowers against her bare buttocks. And a familiar worn leather cord against her chest.
The sun warmed her front, the wind teasing at her breasts as Blake sat up and removed his own clothing. Reyna watched in admiration and adoration as he shed each layer. Clan sash, in the Sinclair colors that suited him far better than Murray colorsever had. Perhaps because that was what she had seen him don as a bairn. Then the vest, and the clean, off-white shirt he’d worn underneath. The last exposed his strong, well-formed muscles to her gaze. His skin was bronze and glowing with good health in the sunlight, a thing she hadn’t been able to appreciate properly, their first time together.
Then he shed the leggings and his boots, and slowly unwrapped his kilt, exposing his member, already thick and heavy with an arousal that matched her own.
He bent to cover her, his dark hair mingling with her own brighter locks as he kissed her long and slow. His hips rolled, stroking his manhood over the soft hair that covered her sex as he kissed her, long and soft and slow. He tasted of salt and sun and his own unique taste, and she teased his tongue with her own, enjoying the sensation of his mouth, and his breath mingling with hers.
He rolled back onto his heels, and his hands caressed her arms and glided slowly down her sides before he bent to take her breast in his mouth. Reyna arched her back in delight, letting breathless little cries escape her as he suckled, teasing every bit of sensation from the sensitive flesh before he turned to the other breast. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as her body pressed against his in pleasure.
He lifted his head, and offered her a dark, hunter’s smile. “Och, dinnae think I’ll let it end so fast, me wife.”
“By all means, me husband.” She shifted and spread her legs so that he settled between them, then raised her hips so that the dampness that soaked her sex teased his belly, just above his groin. “Dae yer worst.”
Blake growled at her teasing, then bent his head again. His hands pinned her hips as his mouth trailed hot, enticing kisses down her body, each one sending up sparks. Reyna shivered as his tongue stroked and teased her navel, plunging deep as if he was trying to stroke her core from there. “Blake….”
“I said I’d take me time with ye. I want tae taste every…” A kiss to the uppermost curls that adorned her sex.
“Inch.” His lips drifted tantalizingly lower, and she tried to arch up into his mouth, only to be thwarted by his firm grip.
“Oh...” A long, teasing stroke of his tongue across the crease where her sex met her thighs, so close and yet achingly distant from where she wanted him.
“Ye.” His tongue slid over her sex, not dipping within the dripping folds, but licking and sucking gently as he drank her arousal greedily.
“Blake…!” She writhed around his mouth, aching for him, but he never stopped, his tongue moving in unhurried patterns as he enjoyed his fantasy, determined to lick every part of her he could access with his tongue.
The fire and pressure built higher and higher, nearly blinding her with pleasure, and she gasped in anticipation of the final spark…
And he pulled back, chuckling darkly as she whimpered and glared at him. “I keep telling ye, I’m going tae take me time.”
He slid upward to cover her again. “I’m going tae love on ye until ye cannae think any name but mine. And so thoroughly that ye’ll never think o’, let alone see, this meadow without remembering taeday, and me body pleasuring yers until ye cannae even scream.”
He lay down beside her, and his hand stroked over her already achingly sensitive skin of her sex, teasing until she could no longer remain still. His thumb teased her pleasure center relentlessly as his fingers caressed and stretched the walls of her inner core, plunging deep, but never quite deep enough. One finger, then two, then three, pressing her open further, preparing her inner walls for the length and thickness of his shaft.
Higher and higher he drove her, stimulating her until she was nearly mindless, until she was on the cusp of her release... and then he withdrew.
She glared at him, breathless with need as she gasped at him. “Quit teasing me, ye brute!”
“’Tis meself I’m teasing.” He bent to kiss her so she could taste her own arousal on his lips. “And I’ll remind ye again, I’m nae abrute. I’m Blake Sinclair, and I’ve loved ye since I was a boy, and fer years I feared I’d never be able tae say it tae ye, much less love ye like this.”
“Then quit teasing both o’ us and love me properly.”
